Chapter 405 Doubts

After hearing the news, the first thought that flashed in my mind was - a victim of the coup.

I don’t know if you all still remember that Clark was the adventurer who colluded with Charles Hang to deal with me before. He was the second young master’s capable general, and he was also the captain of the city’s defense team in Ai Rui City.

The death of such a high-ranking, popular guy would give off a hint of conspiracy.

However, the specific situation still needs to be analyzed on site.

So, I pretended to be a little sad and said to Harold: "Please have my condolences."

Unexpectedly, Harold turned his nose up at me and said contemptuously: "Stop pretending, I know you hate this guy, and I actually don't like him either."

"Haha, so that's what you think, then I won't pretend anymore." I breathed a sigh of relief and spread my hands: "I was worried that you would have rebellious emotions before."

"It's up to you whether you like him or not, but he is my subordinate after all. Although he is a bit arrogant, he is still efficient at work." He sighed and said, "Without him, I will lose a lot of relaxing rest time."

Listening to what he said, I once again felt the sadness he suffered. It was a rare rest time. It was compressed, halved, and stripped, and turned into a busy and complicated working time. If it were me, The designated person will go crazy for more than ten minutes to show his indignation.

Clark's body was found in an alley corner. There was only one wound on his whole body, a two-inch wide gash on his neck, which was very deep.

Blood dripped all over the floor, soaking half of his body, exuding a strong fishy smell.

In his right hand, he holds tightly the spear he used when fighting me. The spear has many deep and shallow dents all over it, which can be seen from the long-term battle.

However, just when I was about to take this conclusion as final, Harold spoke up: "Clark must have encountered a very fierce battle before he died."

Yura nodded and motioned to the recording officer waiting to record Harold's words.

I was a little puzzled: "How did you figure it out?"

Harold pointed at the spear and said, "There are a lot of new shallow marks on it."

I squatted down and took a closer look, but I couldn't see any clues. Am I not professional enough as an adventurer?

So, I looked at him confused.

Harold understood my expression and responded: "A few days before this incident, he asked me to help him keep his spear."

Oh~that’s clear.

However, this spear with staggered grooves does not look like it is made of metal.

I stretched out my hand and tried to pick up the spear, only to realize that it was much heavier than I thought.

At this moment, the coroner on the side shouted sternly: "Don't move, put it down!"

I was startled and dropped the spear in my hand.

Harold glanced at me, smiled and shook his head: "Unprofessional means unprofessional. Didn't you see that the scene was protected? This is so that the case can be handled without interference. It would be better for you to destroy the scene directly. "

I spread my hands innocently and with embarrassment: "I didn't mean it. Who knew there were so many rules."

Harold ignored me and continued to communicate with the coroner on the side.

What they exchanged was very serious, and I was completely uninterested. Relatively speaking, the wound on Clark's neck attracted my attention more.

Although I am not a professional and cannot read more information from corpses, I am a warrior, a warrior who is good at using swords and is often injured. I still have my own unique insights into trauma.

This is what is called long-term illness.

The wound was very thin, and it should have been caused by a quick body-breaking attack with a sharp blade, and the blade was not too long, so it was definitely a dagger.

My guess is that after fighting with Clark for a period of time, the murderer took advantage of him and stepped up to him, stabbing him in the neck with a dagger and quickly pulling it out.

Moreover, it is always in a moving state while inserting and pulling out, and only in this way will deep, narrow, shallow and wide scratches appear.

Judging from this, the assassin who attacked Clark must be a master who specializes in techniques. Only such a master can leave fatal damage to his opponent in the moment he passes by.

I did not express my judgment, and even if I did, it would be of no use at all. The whereabouts of assassins such as this are often a mystery to others, and behind them there may be someone involved in the coup. As a person in power, everything becomes more difficult.

Harold seemed to see my solemn expression and said, "Do you have any ideas?"

I shook my head and said, "No."

But he nodded and said 'oh', his tone full of 'I don't believe it at all, you definitely have an idea'.

I grinned. We haven't been together for long, but we have developed a good rapport.

Yura was standing in the back between me and Harold. She suddenly squatted down and slapped me twice.

I:?

She pointed to Clark's trousers and said, "Look, what are those?"

I followed her instructions and looked up and down for a while, but couldn't see anything wrong with his pants. Then I turned back and responded to her with a blank look.

Three or four tic-tac-toe angry symbols appeared on Yura's head instantly. She suddenly poked my waist with her finger, which shocked me so much that I jumped up and fell to one side.

Fortunately, Harold had quick eyesight and quick hands, and caught me, saving me from running straight into the street.

Harold frowned and said, "Yura, what are you doing?"

Yura snorted, ignored it, and pointed at Clark's pants.

"Huh?" I rubbed the spot on my waist where I was poked, still looking confused.

Harold also followed Yura's direction and looked over. After looking for a while, he suddenly let out a sound of surprise. He took two steps forward, squatted down, and looked carefully. As he looked, his brows furrowed tighter.

I still looked confused and couldn't figure it out at all. Did I find any clues?

Just when I was about to ask, Harold suddenly turned around and exchanged a look with Yura. The look was very serious and a little worried at the same time.

"Xiaoyi" Harold suddenly turned to me: "I promised to give you gold coins before, let's go, we will go back to get the gold coins."

"Here," I was about to say, when Harold suddenly gave me a wink.

I quickly changed my words: "Oh, yes, the price of gold coins is higher. The price of gold coins is higher. This time, you have to give me more gold coins!"

After Harold gave a few instructions, Yura and I hurried towards the guild.

They were walking very fast, as if they were chasing something. However, I could tell something different from their expressions.

They were all serious and very anxious.