"We're going to catch all the criminals so that they won't dare to show their faces in Neverwinter again!"
Nightingale held Summer's shoulder and said in a clear voice.
"Uh, yes... Lady Nightingale." Summer shrank back and said, "But I'm going to bed now..."
"It's still early. Let's think about tomorrow's countermeasure." Her eyes were sparkling. "No one can escape from us, not even the most cunning mouse! By the way, you don't have to call me Lady. The witches of the Union are used to calling each other sisters. "
"Yes... Sister Nightingale."
My God, Summer did not know why she, an ordinary townsman, would suddenly have to catch criminals. Wasn't that what the patrol team was supposed to do? Moreover, after returning from His Highness' study, Lady Nightingale... no, Sister Nightingale had been very excited. She had repeatedly said that she would catch the criminals with her own hands.
"It seems that she is indeed a witch who abhors evil." Summer sighed in her heart. "But... can I really help her?"
Thinking of this, she asked cautiously, "What should we do? I've never caught a criminal before. "
"Catching the murderer is my task." Nightingale patted her chest and said, "You just need to recreate the murder scene and let everyone see who the real murderer is!"
"You mean, recreate the moment when the criminal made his move?" Summer hesitated. "But how can I know when he made his move?"
"Uh..." Nightingale paused. "You're right. How many times can you use this ability in a day? "
"I've been practicing with Sister Vendy for a week. Now I can use it four times, but that should be my limit," Summer said dejectedly. "My magic power is very limited. If I want to extend the duration of the illusion, the number of times will decrease. In addition, the duration can't exceed two days. Otherwise, the magic power consumption will increase greatly. "
"How long does it last?"
"Half, quarter of an hour."
"Hmm … it's not enough." Nightingale paced back and forth beside the bed. "If the replay doesn't include the prisoner, it'll be troublesome." She thought for a while. "If I reduce the duration, can I try a few more times?"
"It should be possible... but I don't know if I can do it," Summer muttered in a low voice. "Sister Vendy said that as long as I control the magic power accurately, I can control the time when I use the ability. But every time I use the magic power, I always feel that it runs away quickly."
"It's a pity that Countess Spear isn't here." She looked a little regretful. "In that case, let's deduce a time and try our luck."
"Try … try my luck?"
"Mm!" The other party laughed. "My luck has always been good! Otherwise, I wouldn't have met His Highness Roland. "At this point, her tone suddenly dropped." … It's a pity that I'm a few days late. "
How could that be called good luck? A voice seemed to be shouting in A Xia's heart. No matter how you look at it, this luck is unreliable! Not to mention a few days late, even if it's half an hour late, my ability will be meaningless... Oh, will I be able to catch the criminal tomorrow?
"Well, go to sleep." Nightingale blew out the candle. Darkness suddenly poured in through the window and filled the room.
"Mm," she answered with her head bowed. She climbed into the big bed and instantly felt that she was surrounded by a layer of soft bedding.
"Oh, God, is this the bed used by the nobles? It's too comfortable. "Summer buried her head in the pillow that had no smell and felt the curve of her body slightly sink. Her whole body relaxed and soon, a deep sleepiness came over her.
"I wonder if the witches living in His Highness' castle can also have such a comfortable bed?" "If I sleep on it every day, I'm afraid I won't even be willing to get up in the morning..."
In a daze, she heard Nightingale whisper beside her.
"I'm his shield..."
Then, A Xia fell asleep.
…
The next day, just after dawn, she was woken up by Nightingale.
"Get up, we should go," Nightingale said in high spirits.
"Yes..."
Summer reluctantly got out of the bed, put on her coat, and followed Nightingale down to the first floor of the castle. In the hall, a tall brown-haired man was pacing back and forth. When he saw the two, he immediately came forward and saluted them with his hand on his chest. "Hello, I'm Rennes Medde, the Earl of Elk County. I've been waiting here under His Highness' order. You must be Lady Nightingale. May I know who this is... "
"Summer, my assistant." Nightingale slightly raised her head. "She's also a witch."
"Is that so?" The man looked a little surprised, but soon nodded to Summer. "That's great. With your help, the criminal will have nowhere to hide."
"Where are your men?"
"They're all on standby outside the castle."
"Very good. Let them wait a little longer. I haven't had breakfast yet."
"Of course, please enjoy."
Summer stared at the two without blinking until Nightingale turned to the dining room. Then she hurriedly followed her. Heavens, was that really sister Nightingale just now? She had never seen her with such a dignified demeanor. No, dignified wasn't the right word, it was a kind of aloof and remote imposing manner, as if she was also a noble.
That was definitely not something that could be seen in a commoner.
And she was an Earl! A very young Earl. In Valencia, he was definitely the perfect man in the eyes of women. If it were Summer, she would probably be so nervous that she couldn't even speak in front of him. However, Nightingale didn't seem to care about this at all. She even kept him waiting.
"Isn't this not good?" Summer cautiously asked the worry in her heart.
"Don't worry. His Highness said that in his territory, nobility is just a title. The Earl can't eat you." Nightingale smiled. "Besides, the Security Bureau is a department with a higher status than City hall. I'm his boss, why can't I let him wait for me?"
Summer suddenly felt that the figure of the woman in front of her had become unreachable.
After breakfast, they left the castle and went to the scene of the crime. Just last night, another victim died in his home, but this time, it was at the junction of North Street and West Street.
"It's the fourth one," Nightingale frowned. "And the location is also moving west."
"This shows that the murderer realized that if he always committed the crime in one block, the effect of spreading the news wouldn't be so ideal." Rennes nodded. "After all, the Rats no longer exist."
Not long after they walked into a muddy alley, the police officer leading the way stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house. "Sir, this is it."
Summer followed Nightingale into the wooden house, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She saw a man lying on his back on the floor. His neck had been cut open, and blood was flowing all over the floor. On the wall facing the door, there was a dark red cross crown mark, and a strong smell of blood assailed her nostrils.
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