Chapter 65

Wendell is no stranger to murder at all. Hearing this, he is not frightened. He calmly let the woman look past the door and threw herself into the room.

He immediately saw a man who fell on the floor, and saw that the other's chest was red with blood.

"Are you sure you're dead?" Wendell asked a question peacefully.

The young lady in her twenties was at first dazed, and then answered uncertainly:

"Should... I don't know..."

"If there is still help, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately." Wendell's tone was like speaking to the patient's family, not a murderer.

The lady holding the blood dripping dagger turned her body subconsciously and got out of the way.

Wendell took a few steps forward and approached the victim.

He didn't need to squat down, just glanced at him and made a judgment from various signs:

"Dead indeed."

The 20-year-old woman with long flaxen hair and slightly messy hair showed no obvious change in expression. She looked down at her toes and said:

"You call the police."

"What's your name?" Wendell had heard the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs.

Obviously, the waiter or the hotel owner heard the screams and came up to check the movement.

"Tracy..." The young lady who was wild and pure replied in a low voice.

She immediately fell into the world of herself and didn't say a word more.

Wendell was about to say something when the hotel owner who had helped him check in had rushed to the door.

"Goddess!" After seeing the situation in the room clearly, the elderly man couldn't help shouting.

Wendell pressed his right hand down to signal the other party to calm down, and then said:

"You go to the police immediately, and I will watch this place."

His temperament and his words had a feeling of trust and obedience. The innkeeper didn't hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

For Wendell,

The first time I came to check the movement was just out of the habit of a gentleman. In fact, I didn't have any idea of ​​​​in-depth mixing. After all, he was still on a mission, but Miss Tracy's dazed, detached, and forced ruthless attitude made him feel some pity. Emotions. This is a normal reaction for a man.

He looked around and said as if talking to the air:

"Not all homicides will be punished as severe, there are many situations."

Tracey slowly raised her head and turned her eyes to the gentleman.

There was a bit of indescribable brilliance in her seemingly dead and confused eyes.

Wendell glanced at her bruised face:

"He beat you?"

"Well." The other party seemed to have some kind of authority, so Tracy, who wanted to remain silent, finally answered.

Wendell's eyes moved down and fell on the dagger that was no longer dripping blood:

"Did you bring it here, or he?"

Tracy responded a little slowly and replied:

"he."

Wendell nodded slightly and said:

"Justifiable defense is in line with the law. I can prove to the police that you were having a heated argument beforehand, and there was a fight. Obviously, men have a natural advantage in this regard. I am not discriminating against women, but scientific And experience tells us so."

He paused and asked:

"What is the relationship between the two of you, what happened?"

Tracy's eyes moved a little, and she recovered a little from the state of deep self-closing and pulling out of reality.

As if answering the question from Mr. Police, she said with a little hope and sadness in her eyes:

"I am, oh, I am his mistress."

Having said this, Tracy showed a self-deprecating smile on her face:

"I used to be an ugly woman who chased money to the point of losing her mind, and soon after leaving grammar school, I was seduced by him and became his mistress.

"He gave me a hotel to stay there and wait for his coming or calling every week.

"I gradually lost interest in this kind of life. I became more and more depressed and inferior. I wanted to give everything back to him and get rid of him completely, but he didn't agree. He threatened me in various ways, not letting me Away from him, our last few encounters have been spent in arguments.

"Just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then he beat me and took out a dagger. Later, you know what happened later..."

Mistress... Wendell glanced at Tracy's face regretfully and said:

"The traces at the scene also preliminarily proved the development of the matter."

He originally thought that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but the relationship was more unbearable than he imagined.

Tracey nodded her head and said:

"thanks."

She didn't speak again until the police from Utopia came and broke the silence, raised her hands and accepted the handcuffs.

Wendell glanced at Tracy's slightly faltering pace and said to the police:

"Take her for an examination first, deal with the injury, and avoid accidents."

The police didn't know why they had to listen to a witness. In short, they led Tracy and Wendell without any objection to the small hospital in the town despite the heavy rain.

Because Tracey was a woman, Wendell and the two police officers waited in the hospital corridor and did not follow.

In the passage of time, Wendell saw a pregnant woman being rushed into the delivery room. It seemed that something went wrong and needed surgical help.

After a while, he heard the cry of a baby, which was the announcement of a new life coming to this world, and at this time, Tracy just came out.

"Do you feel it? The beauty of life." Wendell said to Tracy seriously.

Tracy listened to the baby's cry mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and her expression was obviously touched.

Her face has been wiped, and it looks very pure.

After a few seconds, Tracy came back to her senses, nodded to Wendell, and said again:

"thanks."

This time, she was no longer so dumb, sluggish, and autistic.

Wendell breathed a sigh of relief and went to the police station to record a statement.

After doing what he should do, Wendell walked to the side of the street, preparing to take a taxi to return to the "Iris" hotel.

However, in this stormy night, there was not a single pedestrian or a carriage to be seen on the road.

"This is the downside of the small town, it's not convenient enough." Wendell whispered, opened the umbrella he brought when he went out, identified a good direction, and returned to the "Iris" hotel the same way.

As a former "sheriff", he has a memory in the sense of mysticism for the routes he has traveled, and he is not worried about getting lost in an unfamiliar town.

At this time, the torrential rain was much smaller, but the strong wind was still raging, and they blew past, carrying rain, and slapping on Wendell's body diagonally.

This made Wendell couldn't help raising his right hand, blocking it between his chest and abdomen.

The confidential document was hidden inside the clothing at that location.

——Even if Wendell slept before, he kept the documents close to him and kept them from being separated from himself. For this reason, he had developed the habit of not turning over after falling asleep as long as he had a corresponding self-reminder in advance.

Utopia is a small town. Wendell walked for about a quarter of an hour and saw the "Iris" hotel. At this time, his top hat and clothes were wet due to the wind.

This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential document was soaked in water and damaged.

Strictly speaking, I have violated the rules of the mission, but in the face of such a young lady, how can I not help? This is what a gentleman should have... Wendell was slightly annoyed, but not at all regretful.

After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and put it on the table.

The paper bag on the outside of the document has obvious signs of infiltration, and it seems that it will break if touched with a little force in several places.

Wendell immediately rang the bell, called the waiter, and asked him for a coal stove, hoping to raise the room temperature and speed up the air-drying of the sealed document bag.

In the process of waiting, he found that there was no quietness in the middle of the night at all. It seemed that the previous screams and the police came to the door, which woke up the residents here and the nearby residents, and had not yet fallen back to sleep.

The whistling wind has weakened a lot, and Wendell heard the cries of children, the quarrel of husband and wife, the sound of sawing wood-like violins, the sound of intermittent sobbing, and the sound of footsteps walking up and down the stairs. And the voice of discussion that sometimes suppresses his voice and sometimes forgets to control it.

He didn't feel any emotion for this scene full of life, but just felt that they were so noisy that he couldn't calm down.

After a while, the waiter brought the coal stove with charcoal.

Wendell relaxed a little and asked casually:

"Do you know that Miss Tracy just now?"

The slender waiter shook his head:

"do not know."

He then added:

"I've heard she's really native, but I've been living on a plantation outside the city until this year."

"What do you know about her?" Wendell asked subconsciously.

"She comes to our hotel three to five times a month, with the dead man." The waiter suddenly sighed, "She's not happy at all."

Wendell was silent for a few seconds, sent the waiter away, and sat back at the table.

Time passed by, and the bag outside the classified documents gradually dried.

At this point, the inside and outside of the hotel had become relatively quiet, except for the tickling of the rain falling and the sound of the wind from rattling the windows.

The energetic Wendell recalled all the things that happened before, and mourned for Miss Tracey's life. He picked up the file bag and turned it over.

At this time, he found that the part of the document bag that was covered under was slightly damaged, and the paper inside was vaguely revealed.

Wendell frowned, knowing that he would be punished.

Of course, the punishment will not be too heavy, because if the confidentiality of the documents is high enough, he will not be escorted by himself.

Wendell originally planned to maintain the current state and show the damage to the transfer party, but he glanced at the room, but saw a word on the document through the hole:

"Utopia".

Wendell's spirit tightened, only to feel that the sound of wind and rain outside suddenly stopped.

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