The heart was on the left side of the chest.
However, there were a few who had their hearts on the right side.
If it wasn't someone familiar, no one would know about it.
Kieran looked at the door lock again.
There were no signs of it being pried open.
The third victim, the retired athlete who had died at home, had obvious signs of the lock being pried open.
"Did the Heart Taker start to target someone familiar?
"Or maybe the target was this acquaintance from the very beginning!"
Were the previous victims just trying to cover up?
Or was it just a bad disguise? "
Kieran supported his chin with his left hand as he pondered. Suddenly, a bold guess popped up in his heart.
Such a bold guess would require sufficient evidence to support it.
However, Kieran had a simpler way to tell if his guess was right or wrong.
Kieran activated [Tracking] to search for footprints inside and outside the house.
There were all kinds of footprints on the floor.
Most of them belonged to someone at the scene, and Kieran could clearly find the owner of the footprints.
Only one pair of footprints was missing.
What kind of person had come to the scene and then disappeared?
The murderer!
It was obvious that this pair of footprints had been here more than once.
Under [Tracking]'s vision, the brightness and dimness of the footprints indicated different times of appearance.
The bright one was from a few hours ago and had stopped in front of the victim's body.
The fading marks were from a few days ago.
After comparing the footprints, Kieran turned to Schmidt.
"Give me a pen and a piece of paper!"
Kieran said.
"Just do as he says!"
Schmidt told the police officer beside him.
After taking the pen and paper, Kieran started to draw quickly according to the size of the footprints he had seen.
Three minutes later, a pair of footprints appeared on the paper.
The patterns on the soles of the shoes were clearly visible.
At this time, the policeman who had left earlier ran into the house with a marked map.
"Thank you!"
Kieran knew he might be making a fuss out of nothing. Still, Kieran thanked her and took the map from her hand, checking it carefully.
There was no pattern to it.
It was the same for both normal knowledge and mystical knowledge.
Kieran folded the map and handed it to Schmidt along with the piece of paper with the footprints on it. At the same time, he said slowly, "I found some clues about this case!"
"What?"
Schmidt was stunned.
"To put it simply, I think the previous four cases were just to cover up this one!"
"After that guy led you to a dead end, he hid himself well so that no one would suspect him!"
"Of course. It's also possible that this case is a clumsy copycat! "
"So, I can only say that I found a clue to this case. The culprit is an acquaintance of the deceased, and there are footprints here!"
"However, as long as you find him, you will know what is going on! By the way, let me remind you. If it's not an imitator, that guy should be quite strong and good at using short blades like daggers. You'd better be careful! "
Kieran told him what he knew.
"Investigate the person who is familiar with this pair of footprints!"
Schmidt ordered his men as he walked forward.
"Yes, sir!"
The officers at the scene quickly got to work after they answered in unison.
Other than the few patrolmen and forensics who were left behind to guard the scene. Only Kieran was left behind.
As for the landlord?
He had been taken away for investigation.
They started with the footprints.
Kieran looked around. It was obvious that no one would be able to send him back to 1st Black Street.
He shrugged. Kieran walked out of the house.
...
When Kieran took a taxi back to 1st Black Street, it was already an hour later.
After paying the taxi fare, Kieran got out of the car.
After finding out that he was going to enter [The Shaman's Partner], Kieran had made ample preparations since he had already gone through [Prison on the Island].
Not only had he prepared weapons and equipment, but he had also prepared a lot of daily necessities.
Thanks to the [Failed Great Detective], Kieran had enough attribute-less gemstones.
Although he could not embed them into equipment, he could still exchange them for money in the dungeon world.
Of course, the system did not provide such an exchange.
You would have to find your own way in the dungeon world.
Fortunately for Kieran, there were a lot of jewelry shops in the city.
"Welcome back!"
Ferad, the ghostly butler, had written these words on a piece of white paper.
"Thank you!"
Kieran nodded with a smile and headed to Nikorei's study room.
He had not forgotten that Nikorei had opened up her entire collection of books to him.
A shaman's collection was tempting enough for Kieran, who desperately needed to raise his [Mystical Knowledge] level.
There might not be a Skill Book that could provide him with a hint of a skill level.
However, there must be something related to it.
Based on Kieran's understanding of skills, every skill was a qualitative change after accumulating a certain amount of knowledge in a certain field.
Since he could not obtain a Skill Book directly, he could only rely on the accumulation of knowledge to complete the process of acquiring a skill.
It might be slow, but it was his only option.
Kieran would not give up on his only option.
In fact, if it had not been for Schmidt's sudden arrival, Kieran would have already gone to read through the books.
As for Ferad's inability to communicate through sound?
Kieran guessed that it was because Ferad was a spirit.
As for the exact reason, Kieran did not know.
His [Mystical Knowledge] level was too low.
This made Kieran even more eager to read through the shaman's collection.
Kieran opened the study room door and looked at the alchemy carpet under his feet. He then turned his attention to the bookshelf.
It was not that Kieran did not want to study the carpet.
He knew what he needed the most right now.
Setting up a big goal to motivate himself was not a bad idea.
More importantly, he had to move towards that goal with his feet on the ground and not fantasize about it.
Moving forward step by step was always more important than fantasizing about it.
Kieran understood this very well.
So... Kieran focused all his attention on the books.
Thick and heavy books were arranged in rows on bookshelves that were seven levels high.
There were three sets of bookshelves, each about 1.5 meters wide, leaning against the wall.
Each of the books was quite old.
There were no words on the spines of the books. There were only labels on the bookshelf.
"West Coast Supernatural Event Summary (Year E)"
"Level of Fear Evil Spirit"
"Distribution of Man-Eating Monsters"
"Characteristics of Night Crawlers"
...
Kieran glanced over the tags. His anxious heart slowly calmed down as he browsed through the tags.
Being impatient would not help him in his reading.
Phew!
"Ferad, can you bring me a cup of tea?"
Kieran took a deep breath and asked the spirit butler beside him.
The latter bowed slightly and disappeared in an instant.
Ten seconds later. A cup of freshly brewed tea appeared in front of Kieran.
Compared to a human butler, this kind of spirit butler always had extraordinary convenience.
Kieran nodded at Ferad to express his gratitude. He then took out the book closest to him and started reading.
He did not deliberately choose the book, nor did he choose it.
From Kieran's point of view, since Nikorei had opened up the entire library to him, if he didn't finish reading all the books, it would be a waste of her kindness.
Especially when he finished reading "Characteristics of Night Crawlers".
[After reading, Research of Mystical Beings experience has increased slightly...]
The notification appeared in Kieran's vision. Kieran was immediately energized.
Although he had some guesses in the beginning, when it actually happened, Kieran was still excited.
Similarly. It also gave him more motivation.
After that, Kieran spent the rest of his time in Nikorei's study room. From morning to lunch and dinner. Kieran also spent the rest of his time in the study room.
On top of that, Kieran decided to spend the night in the study room as well.
However, when Ferad brought a pillow and quilt to Kieran's study room... Schmidt came to visit Kieran again.
"Good evening, 2567!
I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late at night! "
Schmidt's attitude was completely different from his previous visits. He looked at the pillows and quilts on the sofa and said apologetically.
Why would Schmidt say that?
The answer was self-explanatory.
Based on the clues that Kieran had provided, Schmidt had caught the so-called Heart Taker.
Otherwise, judging from the Heart Taker's temper when they first met, Kieran would have been furious.
By now, Schmidt would have been cursing Kieran out loud.
What he said next confirmed Kieran's suspicions.
"We've caught the Heart Taker!"
Just like you said, the Heart Taker was just trying to kill the fifth victim. The first four were just a disguise. That bastard was a butcher and a gambler. He had a grudge against the victims because of gambling, and he was trying to sell the hearts of all the victims! "
Schmidt's face turned weird when he said that.
"He was trying to sell a heart that had been stabbed?
"Is organ transplantation so advanced now?"
Kieran raised a brow.
His instinct told him that there was something fishy going on.
"I don't know why either.
But my men are interrogating him right now. I'm sure they'll get the confession we want!
I'm here because of another case! "
Schmidt took out a file and passed it to Kieran.
The Missing Persons Murder Case!
Kieran saw the title right away.
PS: Second update ~
He had been fed a lot of dog food that day. He didn't even need to go out, but he could still see all kinds of news.
Sigh!
His heart was tired!
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