Although Decius did not know who Watson was in the second century AD, he had been playing the role of Watson dutifully.
Although he was quite uncomfortable with the corpse in front of the round table, after hearing Zhang Heng's words, Decius still walked into the room and quietly closed the door.
In this day and age, there was no such thing as protecting a crime scene. Hence, Decius had no objection to what he was going to do next. However, he looked around and did not move immediately. Instead, he turned his head and asked Zhang Heng, "Ugh … Although I understand what you mean, what are we looking for?"
"Pay attention to all the corners where something might be hidden. Mainly check if there are any notes or something like that. Other than that, look for anything that obviously does not match Amidio's identity."
As Zhang Heng spoke, he came to a cabinet, reached out, and opened the cabinet door. He then pulled out all the clothes inside. After that, he bent down and looked at the bottom of the cabinet. Decius followed suit and began to search Amidio's residence with Zhang Heng.
Unfortunately, by the time the patrol team arrived, the two had not found what Zhang Heng was talking about.
"Could it be that he left it with his friend?" Zhang Heng asked.
He and Decius had already walked out of the room, leaving the messy crime scene behind them to the stunned patrol team.
"That's bad. We don't know Amidio, and we don't know if he has any trustworthy friends," Decius said with a bitter face, "And Klaus will definitely not help us anymore."
"It doesn't matter. The ones who should be worried now are the enemies. Although they killed Amidio, if the thing is really in the hands of Amidio's friend, he will definitely find a way to send it to the person who can take revenge on them after hearing about Amidio's death."
"Who can take revenge on them?" Decius asked.
"Me," Zhang Heng said. Zhang Heng said. "They don't want me to meet Amidio because they don't want me to know who's behind the mine. So, what I have to do now is to tell Amidio's friend to deliver the item to me."
As he spoke, he waved at a painter who was painting a small advertisement on the wall not far away. The latter put down his brush and paint and walked over.
Zhang Heng asked the painter, "How much do you charge for a painting?"
"1 Acer, sir."
"I'll give you one Denarius." Zhang Heng tossed a silver coin to the painter. "Help me write on this apartment building that His Majesty's advisor, Zhang Heng, is in charge of investigating Amidio's murder. If there are any clues, please come to the Tiber River …"
"Is that all? If it's just words, the fee isn't that expensive, "the artist said as he received the silver coins.
"Only words, but it has to be written all over the walls of the building. Make sure that everyone who passes by can see it at a glance."
"No problem." The painter accepted the hefty sum of money and immediately began to work. He stopped drawing the small advertisement that he was halfway through and focused on writing clues for Zhang Heng.
"Will this work?" Decius looked at the big words on the wall doubtfully.
"Well, I think we'll know tomorrow." Zhang Heng patted Decius on the shoulder again. "Let's call it a day, Watson. Let's go home for dinner. I need a good rest after a long day. Let's continue tomorrow."
After being reminded by Zhang Heng, Decius remembered that his stomach was growling with hunger. However, because of the series of things that happened after that, he even forgot to eat. In fact, he found that he had no appetite now. With a worried look on his face, he said, "Are we really going to investigate this matter? We have already found out that someone died. Who knows what will happen next? Will we also become targets?"
Zhang Heng nodded when he heard this. "We can't rule out this possibility. However, I am the gladiatorial champion of the Amphitheatrum Flavium and the advisor of His Majesty the Emperor. I'm not a nobody like Amidio. It will be more difficult to kill me, and there will be a lot of trouble afterward. So strictly speaking, you are the one who will be in danger next."
"…"
"But you don't have to worry. You are just my Watson. As long as I am alive, it doesn't make sense to kill you," Zhang Heng comforted him.
Decius sighed again when he heard Zhang Heng's words, but he did not say anything. He then went home with a heavy heart.
By the time he returned home, it was already past dinner time. Decius was not the son of the first wife, so he did not expect everyone to wait for him to come back for dinner. However, when he walked to the kitchen with a rumbling stomach, he was told that the kitchen did not prepare dinner for him.
Decius had been busy all day, and he was filled with anger. At this moment, all his anger was ignited. He was about to settle the score with the servant who cooked the meal, but when he saw the other person in the kitchen, he was discouraged.
That person was an old servant who served his younger brother, Nino. Decius immediately knew who was targeting him tonight. His mother was just a slave, and he was the product of his father's one-night stand. Hence, his position in the family had always been awkward. His younger brother and the latter's mother did not like him.
Decius knew that he would be the one who would suffer in the end. So he did not say anything more. He turned around and went straight to his residence, where his wife bought him dinner.
Decius asked his wife while eating dinner, "Did Nino harass you again today?"
Decius's wife hesitated for a while, but she finally nodded, "It's nothing big. He just took advantage of me with his words."
"That bastard. His good days won't last long," Decius sneered.
Decius's wife seemed worried that his words would be overheard by others. She looked around and whispered, "After all, he is your brother. And if things get out of hand, who do you think your father will side with?"
"I don't care what the old man thinks. Anyway, I will never be a member of this family," Decius said.
"Don't say that. He pays for our living expenses, and he even found you a job."
"It's just temporary." Decius hugged his wife, "But don't worry. I have found a way. I will soon be able to enter the Senate. By then, we won't have to rely on others."
"The Senate? But you are not the son of the first wife. "
"I don't need to rely on the old man. I have my own way," Decius said mysteriously. Decius said mysteriously. He then carried his wife to the bed. "But before that, I will continue to play the role of an incompetent brother. I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Then, how are you going to compensate me?" Decius's wife bit her lip and looked at her husband with affectionate eyes.
"I will give myself to you tonight," Decius smiled.
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