Chapter 286 A Madman

Xing Ze came to the parking lot at the back from the apartment building. He opened his notes and checked the license plate of Frank's pickup truck.

The parking lot guard remembered Frank's Land Rover very well and could even tell the license plate quickly, but he didn't remember much about the Chevrolet Silverado pickup truck.

British license plates were greatly changed after 2001. Before that, the license plate consisted of a letter, three numbers and three letters.

The first letter is the most important because it represents the year the car was licensed. The parking lot guard only remembered the first letter and three numbers.

But this is enough. Pickup trucks are rare in such high-end residential areas, not to mention that the first three digits are unlikely to overlap.

It didn't take long for Xing Ze to find the pickup truck, but the license plate didn't match. But there was only one Chevrolet pickup truck in the entire parking lot.

He took out his wand and walked slowly and carefully to the side of the car. Through the car window, he saw blood on the back seat.

Maybe the guard had mixed up the license plate of the other pickup truck, but combined with the bloodstains on the sofa in Frank's house, Xing Ze was more certain that this pickup truck belonged to Frank.

After an Arahova spell, the car door opened, and the young wizard poked his head in to take a look. A familiar smell came to his nose, which was the unknown toxin.

At this moment, Xing Ze suddenly thought of something. He immediately got out of the car and cast Apparition to appear in the administrator's room.

Odrich lay on the floor of the living room, and it seemed that he had been cast a fainting spell. Xing Ze held the wand tightly in his hand and walked slowly towards the inner room.

"Miss Shafik?" Xing Ze shouted.

"Here!" The eldest lady responded.

The voice came from the bathroom, and he quickened his pace and walked there.

"Come in, you need to see this."

Xing Ze walked into the bathroom and saw a body lying in the bathtub. It was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a beer belly and a bullet hole on his forehead. From the trousers he was wearing, we could guess that he should have a coat, a uniform coat.

"The real Oldrich?"

Ellie shrugged and said, "I'm not sure." Then, she handed a pistol with a silencer to Xing Ze.

"It seems that the murder weapon has been found. How do you know that the person outside is not Oldrich?"

"Clothes," the eldest lady stood up and said, "Although he was wearing a uniform coat, his shoes were canvas shoes. Who would match them like that? Not to mention his pants.

"So I tested him. There are no riverside villas on Mersey Avenue. There are docks and warehouses there. Only dock workers and porters live there, but he didn't deny it."

"Smart."

"Did you find anything in the parking lot?"

"Frank has been here." Xing Ze said, "but we don't know which apartment it is."

"About this." Ellie took out a key, "I think we found the answer. Should we notify the Muggle police to come in?"

"No, I smell toxins in the car."

The eldest lady took out her wand again after hearing this, "Then..."

"It may be dangerous." Xing Ze cast a defensive spell on himself.

"Don't talk so much nonsense."

The key is an apartment on the third floor. The two came to the door, and Xing Ze opened the door of the apartment with the key.

Ellie's magic was ready and could be used at any time. She watched Xing Ze slowly push open the door with full concentration.

A complex magic circle was engraved on the floor in front of the door. Although it was daytime, the room was very dim.

Xing Ze picked up the wand and cast another brisk step on himself. Ellie behind him frowned. Generally speaking, a wizard can't bear too much auxiliary magic.

But from the time he went upstairs to here, Xing Ze has added three buff magics to himself. This is far beyond the limit that ordinary wizards can bear.

But now she can't take care of this, because there is a strange muttering sound coming from the house, as if someone is whispering.

After passing through the living room, the two found a person who was writing something in the study in the house. The strange whisper came from him.

"Sir." Xing Ze stopped at a suitable distance, "Can you hear me, sir?"

The man didn't respond, and kept writing something on the white paper.

Xing Ze and Ellie looked at each other, and both of them were a little undecided. After hesitating for a few seconds, Xing Ze raised his voice again and asked the man.

This time the weird man moved, he slowly raised his head, and pushed his glasses up with his left hand that was shaking like a stroke.

The two of them saw that the left side of his neck was purple and red, and the blood vessels under the skin were swollen.

The weirdo shouted in a hoarse voice: "Snakes, it's snakes. I saw... countless snakes..."

"Why would Frank hide a madman in such a place?" Ellie frowned, waved her wand and cast a binding magic to fix the man on the chair.

Xing Ze did not answer this question, but walked to the desk and took a look. The white paper was covered with a symbol he had never seen before.

Then he turned his eyes to the weirdo. Obviously, he should be a member of Frank's team. Judging from his appearance, although he was drooling, his eyes were swollen, and his mouth was crooked, it was not difficult to see that he was Shakespeare.

In view of his extremely abnormal mental state, Xing Ze reached out and touched him.

"Hey, be careful." Ellie warned.

The curtains in this room were drawn, so the young lady didn't see clearly what Xing Ze was going to do?

The blue beak turned into black particles and entered Shakespeare's body. As the memory was slowly excavated, the poor man's body trembled violently.

The brain of an ordinary person cannot withstand such memory exploration, even some weak wizards can't, so the consequence of doing so is that the investigator who came through will fall into complete madness.

But when the deep memory was explored, Xing Ze shuddered, and the black particles quickly returned to his body.

"What's wrong?" The young lady asked in confusion.

Xing Ze shook his head, took a breath secretly and said: "It's okay, we probably can't get anything out of him."

"Maybe we can send it to the Ministry of Magic, they have many ways to read people's memories. Look at him, he's like this, it doesn't matter if he gets a little crazier."

Shakespeare began to whisper strange sentences, and most of the words in the sentences ended with "this", like the tongue of a snake.

"A won't agree. Let's send him to West to see if he can help him recover. Besides, he also needs some treatment."

Just then, Xing Ze heard someone coming upstairs. He put his hand on his lips and signaled Ellie to keep quiet.

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