Chapter 512 Investigation

Although he had been cleared of suspicion, the criminal had not yet been found, and Duanmuhuai naturally began the most normal process of detective work - investigating the murder scene.

Returning to the smoking room again, Williams' body was still facing the ground, lying in the center of the mysterious magic circle. Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but tremble.

Following Duanmuhuai this time were Williams' bodyguard Dot, doctor Rose and a girl from the Master's College, Alita. They came with Duanmuhuai as representatives, and they could be regarded as monitoring each other. witness. As for the others, they were locked in the observation deck and guarded by Lorena herself.

Duanmu Huai naturally has great trust in Lorena's fighting power. In fact, he arranged for Lorena to be guarded for the purpose of fishing. If the idiot murderer thinks Lorena is easy to deal with and plans to attack her, then Duanmu Huai I believe that Lorena will let him taste the weight of the holy book in her hand.

"How long have you been his bodyguard?"

Duanmuhuai asked while staring at the corpse in front of him, while Dot was stunned for a moment, and then answered.

"It hasn't been long. In fact, he just hired me not long ago. So, I'm afraid I don't know any more than you do."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Duanmuhuai turned to Dot. He originally thought that the other person was Williams' personal bodyguard or something, but now it seems that this is not the case?

"Why would he hire you?"

"I'm not very clear about this either."

Dot sighed.

"He just said that his past has been bothering him, and there are hidden dark threats and so on... In fact, you have also seen it. Since boarding the airship, he has been shutting himself in the cabin, except for me. He wouldn't answer anyone who knocked on the door, and I didn't understand why he would leave the cabin and come here."

"Maybe he's addicted to smoking and can't help but want to smoke a cigarette?"

"I don't think so, he doesn't smoke. He has asthma and that's one of the reasons he hired me, he needed someone who was a total non-smoker."

"So there was no reason for him to come to the smoking room at all."

"Yes."

Speaking of this, Dot seemed to have thought of something.

"By the way, he has a diary. He always writes in it. I remember he once said that a certain cult needed his blood to achieve a dark purpose. He told me that the reason why he chose to escape and hide was to To prevent an unspeakable terror from being released into the world."

"But even now, I haven't seen anything terrifying enough to destroy the world... Can you let me see that diary?"

"I think it's okay, I'll look for it later."

After saying this, Dot turned and left, while Duanmuhuai stepped forward, grabbed Williams by the collar, and lifted his body like a cat. Under Duanmuhuai's observation, , you can clearly see that his throat was cut with a large gash, and black blood flowed out like thick oil and dripped to the ground.

Hmm...Okay, I understand, there is only one truth, the prisoner is the US military.

"...I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, I just want to talk."

Duanmuhuai curled his lips, then glanced at the ground coldly. Maybe others didn't notice it, but in fact when Duanmu Huai entered the warehouse, he did feel a dark, cold and ominous atmosphere. However, this is of no use. Although I don’t know what the idiot cultist wants to do, when Duanmuhuai came in, his magic had been lifted by Duanmuhuai at a glance. What is here now is just a very ordinary post-modern abstraction. It's just an art magic circle pattern.

In fact, not only the magic circle, but the entire room was covered in runes drawn with blood. No wonder no one else dared to come in.

"How much blood do you think this took?"

Duanmuhuai looked at Dr. Rose and asked, while Dr. Rose frowned and looked at the blood symbols in the cabin with an expression of disgust.

"Frankly speaking, I don't know, one liter? Two liters? I must remind you that the descriptions in movies and TV are not correct. Even if an average person's neck is cut, such a large amount of blood will not flow out in a short period of time, let alone Needless to say, this man’s blood is very sticky………”

"It does make sense."

Duanmuhuai nodded, but at this moment......

"Meow!"

The black cat that was originally lying on Duanmuhuai's shoulder seemed to have discovered something. It barked softly, then jumped up from Duanmuhuai's shoulder, landed lightly on the body, and then circled half a circle around the neck of the body. , pressed his paw against Duanmuhuai. Duanmuhuai also stuck out his head and looked in the direction indicated by the black cat. Then he saw a small burn mark on the collar of the deceased's neck, with ashes stained on it.

Duanmu Huai stretched out his finger, lightly rubbed it on the ashes, and then put it in front of his nose. Soon, a bitter tobacco smell came.

At this moment, Duanmu Huai's consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

The world in front of him suddenly became distorted and skewed. Immediately afterwards, Duanmuhuai felt that his vision seemed to have changed - he changed from standing to lying on the ground, as if he was the corpse, breathing heavily at the moment. However, No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't breathe any air, and could only feel the blood flowing out of his neck in despair.

In front of him, there stood a blurry black shadow. He could only see a little spark in the other person's hand. Then the black shadow raised the spark, and then Duanmu Huai felt a burning pain in his neck——and then everything returned to normal.

Duanmu Huai came back to his senses, frowned, and stared at the traces in front of him.

What was that just now?

Did he awaken a new ability?

He glanced at the system, but the system was just like the corpse in front of him, cold, silent, and silent.

Could he really be dead?

Duanmu Huai shook his head, retracted his thoughts, and looked at the corpse in front of him again.

If the illusion he just saw was correct, it means that Williams was killed by the prisoner, who stood in front of Williams' body, watched his death, then raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, and then the ash fell and stained the back of Williams' neck?

Well, the prisoner is a man, and a smoking man.

The scope of suspicion was further narrowed, because according to the previous confession, at about five o'clock, the captain, the navigator and Arthur had gathered together to smoke, which means that these three people smoked. As for whether the other two male students in the Master's College smoked, Duanmu Huai didn't know.

And what Dot said also reminded Duanmu Huai that the victim suffered from asthma and could not smell the smell of smoke at all, so he hired Dot, a woman, instead of other male bodyguards. Similarly, one of the reasons why he locked himself in the room and didn't come out was probably because he was afraid of smelling the smoke on others and triggering asthma.

Then the problem came. The other party was a smoking man, and the location was chosen in the smoking room. In other words, this should be a place that the victim would not want to come to even if he died.

But the fact is that he came and died.

Well...

"The diary is here."

Just when Duanmu Huai was thinking, Dot also came back and brought Duanmu Huai a diary.

"I found this under his pillow."

"Well, let me see."

Taking the diary, Duanmu Huai opened it. As we all know, normal people don't write diaries, so conversely, those who write diaries are definitely not normal people.

In fact, this is true.

The span of this diary is very large, but fortunately Duanmu Huai flipped through it roughly, and it didn't take much time, but he quickly figured out the contents of the diary.

In short, Williams was originally a simple second-generation rich man, with money, status, industry, and everything. So after an introduction, he joined a small private club in the upper class. This kind of private club is very common in the upper class, and Williams didn't doubt anything at first.

However, as he spent more time in that organization and got deeper, Williams felt that this organization was a little abnormal. To be honest, a group of rich second-generations getting together to drink, open silver parties, ride horses, take drugs, and play golf are all normal social activities.

But when they dressed like wizards in black cloaks and sacrificed deer heads to indescribable monster statues, any normal person could tell that this was definitely not a normal social behavior.

So Williams got scared and wanted to leave the club, but the other party was unwilling to let him go. They even sent someone to assassinate him once, but Williams escaped by luck and fled to other places. However, this is not the end. Not long ago, Williams learned that this group of people wanted to hold a terrifying ceremony again and use his blood to summon the "monster", so he decided to escape decisively...

Ah... Such a good commission...

Seeing this, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but sigh. This was clearly a commission prepared for him. If Williams had seen his own advertisement, he would not have died so miserably. It's a pity... It's too late to say anything now.

Then it's obvious that according to the content of the diary, the murderer who killed Williams and performed the ritual here should be a member of the cult organization, and the name of the cult organization... Well, it's not unfamiliar, but it's not familiar.

After all, Duanmu Huai had just dealt with them a few days ago.

That's right, it's the Silver Dusk Cottage again.

How can these damn bastards be as omnipresent as cockroaches?

Duanmu Huai sighed silently and closed his diary.

"Okay, we've finished searching here, let's go look somewhere else."