"Is this the first time you've seen such a scene?" Rennes came over with concern. "Go outside and get some fresh air."
"No … no," Summer saw that Nightingale had squatted beside the body and was examining the wound calmly. She could still act as if nothing had happened in the face of such a bloody scene … Summer had to hold on and at least not embarrass her. "I … ugh … much better."
"When was he found?" Nightingale turned around and asked.
"At dawn this morning, the surrounding residents rushed out to fetch water before dawn and found his body — the door was left open, as if deliberately showing it to others." Rennes briefly explained, "If it was in the past, I'm afraid we would have to wait two or three days to receive the news. But recently, City hall has offered a reward for tip-offs, so someone immediately reported it to City hall."
"What's the identity of the deceased?"
"Shovel, freedman." Rennes looked around at the furnishings in the house. "Nothing … Well, he should have been a Rat before."
"Did anyone see him at night?"
"I asked. No."
"What about the noise?"
"No one … heard it."
"To kill such a big man, there should be some noise." Nightingale frowned. "Even if his throat was cut, he wouldn't die immediately. Beating the floor or struggling before death should have caused a lot of noise. Are you sure they're not lying? "
"This … shouldn't be." Rennes hesitated. "After a murder, the residents here are in a panic. Besides, helping the police catch the murderer will give them extra rewards. They have no reason to lie."
"Well, you call all the people around here, and I'll ask them myself. And … Summer. "Nightingale looked at her assistant.
"Yes!" The assistant trembled.
"Go to the castle and call Soroya over."
"Ah … Okay."
Summer hurried out of the door and ran to the castle.
For some reason, she felt that Nightingale was beautiful when she gave orders. Her every move revealed a strong self-confidence. No wonder His Highness entrusted her with the responsibility of safety.
…
When they returned to the alley, in addition to Soroya, there were two more people beside A Xia.
"How could you not call me for this kind of thing?" Lightning flew into the room and shouted, "His Highness is so biased!"
"Cuckoo!" Maggie followed closely behind.
"They … insisted on coming," Summer said timidly.
"When I'm not around, shouldn't you protect His Highness Roland?" Nightingale raised her eyebrows. "This isn't an adventure game!"
"Don't worry, with Sylvie here, no one can easily get close to him," Lightning winked. "And His Royal Highness is about to convene a meeting of the nobles, what kind of danger could he encounter in the castle hall?"
It was really inconceivable... A Xia thought, How could these two people be so indifferent in the face of a bloody and terrible murder scene? Especially Lightning, who was obviously a few years younger than Roland, but her eyes were unexpectedly filled with a trace of excitement … God, after becoming a witch, what did they experience in the end?
"This is …" Rennes and the other policemen stared at the woman and the bird floating in the air, their eyes wide.
"They're also witches," Nightingale said grumpily. "Anyway, you have to go back before the meeting is over, understand?"
"Oh …" Lightning pouted.
"Uh, did you ask me to come here just to draw this corpse?" Soroya was the last to enter the room. A Xia noticed that her complexion was not much better than his, so he calmed down a little.
"No, it's to draw the murderer." Nightingale closed the door and explained the arrest plan to everyone. "With the murderer's portrait, we can post it in the square for a reward. This should be the fastest way to find him."
The Earl of the Elk Family gasped. "You mean, this witch... Miss Summer can recreate the murder?"
"Not necessarily. Due to the time limit of the illusion, we still need some luck. You'll see in a moment." Nightingale nodded to A Xia. "Let's start."
"Okay." The latter closed her eyes and followed her instructions, placing the first flashback between midnight and dawn. In the darkness, magic power gushed out from her fingertips and intertwined, gradually forming a clear image — a wooden board, a bed, a table, a room... In her mind, a new room was formed. The dead man was lying on the ground, blood flowing along the uneven soil, and the door that should have been locked was pushed open.
"Is this... the ability of a witch?"
"It's unbelievable!"
"God, these illusions are so realistic. I can't believe it's the power of the devil —"
"Shh! Shut up! "
The whispers of the police came from all around.
"It seems that he's already dead." Summer felt someone patting her on the shoulder. It was Nightingale. "Don't waste your magic power. Let's change to the next time."
When the second flashback was about midnight, the figure on the floor suddenly disappeared and the dead man appeared on the bed, sleeping soundly.
"Does this mean... he died within the time indicated in the two illusions?" Rennes asked doubtfully.
"Yes, from midnight to three o 'clock — this one and a half hours is the perfect time for the murderer to act."
"I see! Miss Summer's ability can't last too long, so she's likely to miss the murder scene. That's why you said we need a little luck! "
"That's right," Nightingale replied. "Considering that it takes a long time to leave a mark after the murder, let's recreate the scene close to three o 'clock."
A Xia nodded, exhaled, and performed her ability again. She controlled the flashback point to be between two o 'clock and three o' clock. Her magic power surged toward the empty wall and created a standing stranger. He was gesturing something on the wall with a blood-stained sheet.
"It seems that I found it," Nightingale smiled. "My luck is really good."
"Is this the murderer, coo?"
"He looks ordinary... I thought he'd at least be a burly man," Lightning said disappointedly.
"We can only draw his profile." Soroya looked at the wall. "Is there any way to make him turn around?"
"Summer, I'll leave it to you," Nightingale ordered.
"Yes." She knew what to do without Summer's explanation. The last illusion moved forward a little more than a quarter of an hour. This time, everyone clearly saw the murderer's true appearance — he strangled the shovel with a rope, dragged the man to the floor, and then took out a dagger to slit the man's throat. The shovel didn't resist during the whole process, as if it were in a deep sleep.
Rennes seemed to realize something and turned to look at the water tank in the corner of the room. "He was filled with Dreamland Water?"
"Should be right," Nightingale nodded. "That's why the victim didn't make any noise. His throat was cut open just to dip in the blood. He was already dead before that. "
"S-Sir... I've seen this man before!" A policeman suddenly said.
"What?" The two instantly turned to look at him.
The policeman swallowed and said, "His name is Maans. He used to be a patrol member. I've dealt with him before..."
"Do you know where he lives?" Rennes asked.
"It seems to be in the inner city... West Street, near the Sheep Tavern."
"Good, we don't even have to look for him. It seems that luck is on our side," Nightingale sneered. "He can't escape. Let's go!"
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