Garon walked into the room quietly. He felt a little uncomfortable, and the air was stifling.
"This room is too quiet …"
He couldn't hear anything. The windows seemed to be soundproof. The chirping of the birds and the sound of the wind couldn't be heard. The room was so quiet that it was stifling. It was as if someone was resting here just a moment ago, and the next moment, it was empty.
Garon slowly walked to the big box at the end of the bed. He was suddenly curious about Dale Quicksilver's big box.
"Didn't you say there wasn't much kerosene? Why would you light it up in the middle of the day? "
He reached out to pick up the kerosene lamp.
Creak …
The door behind him creaked. Garon was shocked. He turned around and saw that the door had closed by itself. He didn't even know when it locked itself.
He walked over and twisted the doorknob. There was only a click, and it wouldn't open. He could hear footsteps running away from the corridor outside.
Garon's face darkened.
"This place is really strange …" He suddenly recalled the information Dale Quicksilver showed him. At the end of the report, there was a key analysis by the detective himself.
"In the mystery of the deaths of the three owners of the Silversilk Castle, the victims all had one thing in common. That is, they all wear a Bronze Cross Medal passed down by their ancestors. '
'Legend has it that this medal was a Grade 2 Military Merit Medal that was awarded during the war. However, according to my research, the owner of the ancient castle had already obtained this medal 200 years ago. Therefore, it is definitely impossible for it to be something that was awarded during the war later on. '
Thinking of this, Garon quickly pulled out a black string from his neck. There was a purple-red medal with a letter P in the center. It was the bronze cross medal that he always carried around.
The color of the medal was a little bright, as if it had just been plated. It didn't look old at all.
"So this is the problem!" Garon's face darkened. He glanced around the room, pulled off the medal, put it on the lid of the box, and rushed to the window.
Crash!
He smashed the window with his fist.
All of a sudden.
The whole room seemed to have broken out of a silent movie. It was as if the sound had been turned on and the room came alive.
There was a strange feeling in Garen's heart, as if some kind of danger was rapidly approaching, and subconsciously, he didn't want to leave through the door.
He stood in front of the window and looked down. He was on the second floor, about ten meters away from the grass field.
"I need to use a bed sheet as a rope. It's a little high!"
As he was about to turn around, he felt someone push him from behind. His strength was so great that he was even stronger than the current him!
Uncontrollably, Garen was pushed out of the window.
"Who is it!" he shouted. His mind went blank, and his body tensed up.
Hehe …
There was a faint sound of laughter.
Bang!
Garen used both of his arms to support himself on the grass. Fortunately, his physical fitness was too good and his strength was too strong. His arms were slightly dislocated because of the wrong way of exerting force.
He quickly got up and looked back at the bedroom on the second floor. The curtains were fluttering in the wind, and there was no one in sight. He looked at the castle gate again. The gate was locked. He didn't know when the half-open gate was locked.
Garon endured the pain of his dislocated arms and looked at the castle. He quickly turned around and ran away.
After leaving the castle fence, Garon didn't stop. He went back the way he came and ran towards Canoe Town.
"If it was a normal person who was pushed down the stairs, they would have fallen to their death. That position, head first, would have broken their neck. If I wasn't a martial artist, I would have been crippled even if I didn't die! " Garon still had some lingering fear. Luckily, he didn't check the room on the third floor. If he fell from the third floor …
Thinking back to the three previous owners of the castle, there were records of servants falling to their deaths from the window while cleaning the room. And it wasn't just one.
"I thought it was an accident. There was a problem with the castle's design. Now, it seems like they were pushed down just like me!" Garen was certain, because the way the servants fell to their deaths was head first, exactly the same way as when they were pushed down from the building.
The pain of his dislocated arm was getting worse. Garon rolled up his sleeve and saw a big red bump.
"I have to get to town and find someone to fix it!" He quickened his pace.
*****
Slap!
"Hiss!" Garon was half-naked. His left arm was swollen like a red bun. He was sitting in the doorway where he was drinking tea with Dale Quicksilver.
A doctor in a grey suit was sitting beside him. He grabbed his left arm and slapped it hard.
Garon gasped. He was sweating from the pain. But there was a crisp sound from the bone.
"Okay, it's fixed!"
"Thank you very much, Doctor Aeschi." Garen nodded as he endured the pain in his newly reattached right arm and took out a stack of cash and placed it on the table. "This is the consultation fee."
"Okay." Doctor Ash was an experienced civilian doctor who often treated patients in the town. Other than the fact that he didn't have the qualifications to practice medicine, his skills were very good. After all, in a small town like this, the main injuries were minor ailments like this.
As soon as Garon returned to town, he spent money to ask the townspeople to call Doctor Ash over. Finally, he solved the problem of his dislocated arms.
"I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Just apply a little of it every day. You'll recover soon." Doctor Ash put away the consultation fee and said with a smile, "It's rare to meet a big client. I'll take this one thousand dollars."
"You deserve it. After all, I woke you up from your afternoon nap and called you here. Take the extra money as a thank you for your hard work. "Garon nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you."
"It's no trouble at all." Aeschi took out a milky white glass bottle from his small white medical kit. He looked at the label on the bottle and placed it on the table.
"Just apply a little of this ointment every day. Remember not to use too much force. Other than that, there shouldn't be any problems. Then I'll take my leave. "
Garon nodded.
"Thank you."
Gaku and Ai Xi carried the medical kit and left. They followed a small path and disappeared into the bushes.
Garen sat at the table and gently picked up the wooden cup and drank the coffee in one gulp.
"Boss, another cup!" He turned his head and shouted into the small building.
"Okay!" A plump middle-aged man with a black beard walked out, carrying a glass coffee pot. He carefully refilled Garen's cup of coffee.
At this time, two strong farmers carrying hoes walked in and sat at a table in the doorway.
"Two beers!"
The boss hurried back into the house and brought out the beers.
Garon sat in his seat and felt the cold air coming from the black jade disk. For a moment, the pain in his arms seemed to be slowly alleviated.
When he practiced martial arts in the dojo, he often had dislocated arms with his senior brothers and sisters. Therefore, he was able to endure the pain and it didn't affect his normal activities.
Now that he was sitting in a small restaurant in town, he had the energy to think about Dale Quicksilver's actions.
"Putting aside the strangeness of the castle, a person like Dale Quicksilver would leave the case and live in a small castle in the countryside for so long. No matter how I think about it, it's not normal. "Garon sipped his coffee.
"But looking at it from another perspective, the Golden Hoop appeared near the castle. What if the Golden Hoop's target was the Silversilk Castle? If Dale Quicksilver wasn't there for the castle, but for the Golden Hoop, then everything makes sense. "
"The Golden Hoop's target was the Silversilk Castle, and Dale Quicksilver was investigating it because of the case. At this time, I was there. As an unknown person, I ended up meeting the Golden Hoop's people to test if I was a spy sent by the Golden Hoop. There should be more to this, but the main situation shouldn't be wrong. "
"So, where is Dale Quicksilver now?" Garon subconsciously wanted to rub his eyebrows, but he couldn't raise his arm. A wave of pain came and made him smile bitterly.
As the afternoon approached, the sun turned red. The business in the doorway was getting better and more people came. The boss had no choice but to bring out a few more tables and chairs. The entire doorway was noisy. Farmers and townspeople were all shouting and competing for food.
Garon shifted his seat and sat alone in the corner. Unlike the noisy crowd, he sat alone and drank his coffee quietly.
"Boss, can I ask you something?" When the boss walked past him, Garon hurriedly stopped him.
"What is it? Customer. " The fat boss stopped immediately. He remembered that this Mr. Kelly had tea here with the gentleman with the extraordinary aura from before. A customer with such an aura wasn't something a normal townspeople could compare to. Therefore, his posture was very careful.
"I want to ask, did the gentleman who drank tea with me yesterday come back to town?" Garon asked in a low voice. He was just asking casually. With Dale Quicksilver's detective experience, if he really wanted to hide, he wouldn't be discovered by this small boss.
"He's back, he's back! He even drank tea here today, "the fat boss quickly replied.
He didn't expect the boss to respond so quickly and give an affirmative answer.
"He's back?" Garon was stunned. "Did he say anything?"
"Not that. He just ordered the same black tea as you had yesterday. He also sat at the same table as you guys, "the boss quickly replied.
"I see …" Garon nodded thoughtfully. Obviously, Dale Quicksilver had purposely left a trail for him. But now, he wasn't going to look for him anymore.
"Seems like it's a bit of a loss to work with this great detective for no reason … I still have to go separate ways. If what Dale said is true, he's also investigating the Antique of Tragedy and the secrets it contains. Then I might as well follow his path. After all, it's hard to find the Antique of Tragedy by normal means. "
"If my guess is correct, and the Golden Hoop seems to be looking for something similar, both of them can help me find the Antique of Tragedy. I'll find the right opportunity to get in touch with them."
Garon's initial plan was dangerous, but it gave him a taste of the benefits. He obtained a Black Jade Disk. Although he lost a Bronze Cross Emblem, compared to the unabsorbed Black Jade Disk, it was naturally more precious.
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