Wendel was no stranger to murder. He wasn't alarmed when he heard that. He calmly looked past the woman at the door and into the room.
He immediately saw a man lying on the ground and saw that the man's chest was covered in blood.
"Are you sure he's dead?" Wendel asked calmly.
The young lady in her twenties was at a loss at first, then she answered uncertainly,
Then, she replied with uncertainty, "I think … I don't know …"
"If he can still be saved, he needs to be sent to the hospital immediately." Wendel's tone sounded like he was talking to a patient's family member, not a murderer.
The lady holding the bloody dagger subconsciously turned her body and made way.
Wendel took a few steps forward and approached the victim.
He didn't need to squat down. With a sweep of his gaze, he made a judgment from the various signs.
"He's indeed dead."
The slightly messy woman in her twenties didn't have any obvious change in expression. She looked down at her toes and said, "Call the police."
"How should I address you?"
"How should I address you?" Wendel heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairs.
Clearly, it was a waiter or the hotel owner who had heard the scream and came up to check on the situation.
"Tracy …" The wild and pure young lady replied in a low voice.
She then fell into her own World and didn't say another word.
Wendel was about to say something when the hotel owner who had helped him check in rushed to the door.
"Goddess!" The elderly man couldn't help but shout when he saw the situation in the room.
Wendel pressed his right hand down, indicating for him to calm down.
Then, he said, "Call the police immediately. I'll watch this place."
His temperament and words had a sense of trust and obedience. The hotel owner didn't dawdle at all. He immediately turned around and ran downstairs.
To Wendel, he had only come to check on the situation out of a gentleman's habit. In fact, he didn't have any intention of getting involved. After all, he still had a mission on his shoulders. However, Miss Tracey's blank, detached, and cold attitude made him feel some pity. This was a normal reaction for a man.
He looked around and said as if he was talking to the air, "Murder isn't always a felony.
"Not all murders will be judged as serious crimes. There are many situations."
Tracey slowly raised her head and cast her gaze at the gentleman.
Her eyes, which seemed to be lifeless and confused, were now filled with an indescribable brilliance.
Wendel looked at her bruised face.
"He beat you?"
"Yes." The other party seemed to have some sort of authority, causing Trish, who wanted to remain silent, to finally reply.
Wendel's gaze shifted down and landed on the dagger that was no longer dripping with blood.
"Did you bring her here, or him?"
Trish's reaction was a little slow as she replied,
"Him."
Wendel nodded slightly.
"Legitimate defense is in accordance with the law. I can prove to the police that there was a fierce argument and a fight between the two of you. Obviously, men have a natural advantage in this aspect. I am not discriminating against women, but that is what science and experience tell us. "
He paused and asked,
"What's the relationship between the two of you? What happened?"
Trish's eyes moved a little. She recovered a little from the deep autistic state of being pulled away from reality.
She seemed to be answering the police officer's question. Her eyes were filled with hope and sadness as she said,
"I am, ha, I am his mistress."
At this point, Trish's face revealed a self-deprecating smile.
"I was once an ugly woman who chased after money to the point of losing her mind. Not long after I left grammar school, I became his mistress under his seduction.
"He gave me a hotel and told me to stay there, waiting for him to come or summon me every week.
"I gradually lost interest in this kind of life. I became more and more depressed and inferior. I wanted to return everything to him and completely get rid of him, but he didn't agree. He used all sorts of methods to threaten me, preventing me from leaving him. The last few times we met were spent arguing.
"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. Afterward, you know what happened after that …"
Mistress … Wendel glanced at Tracey's face with regret and regret.
"The traces at the scene also prove the development of the matter."
He originally thought that Trish and the deceased were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was worse than he had imagined.
Trish nodded blankly.
"Thank you."
She didn't say another word. Only when the police from Utopia arrived did she break the silence. She took the initiative to raise her hands and accept the handcuffs.
Wendel looked at Trish's slightly staggering steps and said to the police, "Take her to the hospital for a check-up first.
"Let's take her to check her injuries first and treat her injuries to prevent any accidents."
The police didn't know why they had to listen to a witness's orders. In short, they led Trish and Wendel to the small hospital in town without any objections.
As Trish was a woman, Wendel and the two police officers waited in the hospital corridor and didn't follow her in.
As time passed, Wendel saw a pregnant woman being rushed to the delivery room. There seemed to be something wrong and she needed surgical help.
After a while, he heard the sound of a baby crying. It was the announcement of a new life coming to this World. At this moment, Trish happened to come out.
"Do you feel it? The beauty of life, "Wendel said seriously to Trish.
Trish's expression was clearly moved when she heard the baby's cry amidst the wind and rain.
Her face had been wiped, and she looked very clean.
After a few seconds, Trish snapped back to her senses and nodded at Wendel.
"Thank you."
This time, she wasn't as numb, dull, and autistic.
Wendel secretly heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to the police station to record a statement.
After doing what he had to do, Wendel walked to the side of the street and prepared to take a rental carriage back to the Irises Hotel.
However, in this stormy night, there wasn't a single pedestrian or carriage to be seen on the road.
"This is the disadvantage of a small city. It's not convenient enough," Wendel muttered softly. Wendel muttered as he opened the umbrella he had brought with him when he left the house. After getting his bearings, he returned to the Irises Hotel.
As a former Sheriff, he had the ability to remember the routes he had taken in mysticism. He wasn't worried about getting lost in an unfamiliar city.
At this moment, the storm had lessened a lot, but the strong winds were still raging. They blew past, bringing with them the rain as they slapped at Wendel's body.
Wendel couldn't help but raise his right hand to block his chest.
The confidential document was hidden in the inside of his clothes.
Even when Wendel slept, he would keep the document close to his body, preventing it from separating from him. For this, he had already developed a habit. As long as he reminded himself in advance, he wouldn't turn over after falling asleep.
Utopia wasn't a big town. Wendel walked for about 15 minutes before he saw the Irises Hotel. At this moment, his top hat and clothes were wet from the strong wind.
This made him a little worried. He was worried that the confidential document would be damaged by the water.
Strictly speaking, I've already violated the rules of carrying out a mission, but how can I not help a lady like her? This is the upbringing a gentleman should have … Wendel was slightly vexed, but he didn't regret it at all.
After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and placed it on the table.
The paper bag outside the document had obvious signs of soaking. There were a few places that seemed like they would tear if he touched them with any force.
Wendel immediately rang the bell and summoned a waiter. He asked for a coal stove, hoping to raise the temperature in the room and speed up the drying of the sealed document bag.
In the process of waiting, he realized that there was no sense of silence around him at all. It seemed that because of the screams and the arrival of the police, the residents here and nearby residents had woken up and had yet to fall asleep.
The howling wind had weakened significantly. In the pitter-patter of the rain, Wendel heard the cries of a child, the arguments of a husband and wife, the sound of a wood-sawing violin, intermittent sobbing, footsteps walking back and forth upstairs, and discussions that were sometimes hushed and sometimes uncontrollable.
He didn't feel sentimental about this lively scene. He just felt that they were so noisy that he couldn't calm down.
After a while, the waiter brought over a coal stove with charcoal added to it.
Wendel relaxed a little and casually asked,
"Do you know that Miss Trish just now?"
The skinny waiter shook his head.
"I don't know him."
He then added,
"I heard that she is indeed a local, but I have been living in the plantation outside the city before this year."
"What do you know about her?" Wendel subconsciously asked.
"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."
Wendel was silent for a few seconds. He sent the waiter away and sat back at the table.
Time passed, and the bag outside the confidential document gradually dried up.
At this moment, the interior and exterior of the hotel had become relatively quiet. Only the sound of the dripping rain and the wind from the rustling windows could be heard.
The energetic Wendel recalled everything that had happened before and sighed for Miss Trish's life. He picked up the document bag and flipped through it.
At this moment, he noticed that the lower part of the envelope was slightly damaged, and the paper inside could be vaguely seen.
Wendel frowned, knowing that he was about to be punished.
Of course, the punishment wouldn't be too severe. This was because if the confidentiality requirements of the document were high enough, he wouldn't have been the only one to escort it.
Wendel had originally planned on maintaining the current state and showing the damage to the other party. However, as he swept his gaze, he saw a word on the document through the hole:
"Utopia."
Wendel tensed up and felt the sound of the wind and rain outside suddenly stop.
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