Hooker was dead.
Kieran was not surprised by the news.
In his estimation, there was more than a 50% chance that Hooker had been silenced.
Unlike the three clueless pawns, Hooker must have known something.
Hooker must have known something.
He would have been silenced.
But the killer …
Kieran looked at Chief Calkin with an indifferent expression.
Calkin was sweating profusely under Kieran's gaze.
"It wasn't me!
When I went to look for him, he was already dead!
If it was me, I would have run away! "
Calkin explained.
Kieran instinctively did not believe Calkin's explanation.
Although Calkin had appeared in front of him again, it could all be an act. Calkin wanted to use this action to remove any suspicion on him.
Of course, it was also possible that Calkin was right, that Kieran had not killed Hooker.
Someone else had silenced him.
It would not be hard to prove it.
"Hold on!"
Kieran said as he walked towards Herbert.
When Calkin's wagon arrived, Herbert had just finished his notes. The scholar had been looking at the scene.
When Kieran walked over, Herbert immediately knew what Kieran was thinking.
"You want to check the scene?
Don't worry, just go!
"With Harold and the two wagoners here, my safety is guaranteed!"
Besides, the killer just killed a few people. He wouldn't want to cause any more trouble! "
Herbert said with a smile.
"Be careful at all times!"
Kieran reminded Herbert before looking at Harold and Joanna. "I'll be gone for a while. You can ask your servants to take out their weapons now!"
When Kieran had first met Harold and Joanna, he had noticed that the two wagoners were not ordinary.
They were much stronger than the average man, and the calluses on their hands were not something that could be formed by waving a whip every day.
It seemed like other than the wagoners, they were also bodyguards.
This was within reason.
If the two children from upper-class families didn't have any protective measures, how could the adults let them go out without worry?
"Alright!"
"Leave this to me!"
Harold looked at Kieran in surprise. He didn't know when his bodyguard had been discovered.
He thought he had done a good job.
However, that didn't stop Harold from knowing what he should do.
He gestured to his driver, and Joanna did the same.
The wagoners took out the long sword and flintlock pistols from the carriage and the carriage. Kieran nodded as he watched the wagoners' skillful movements. He greeted Herbert once more before boarding the wagon.
Pa!
As the whip lashed out, the carriage began to move.
Kieran and Calkin sat facing each other.
Kieran leaned against the soft cushion and looked at the interior of the car.
Red was the main color with some gold decorations, making the interior of the carriage look extravagant. When Kieran confirmed that the gold decorations were real gold, the carpet under his feet was velvet, and the inconspicuous curtains were made of silk, Kieran had a new opinion of Calkin's wealth.
Given Calkin's salary, even if he was a chief officer, it would be impossible for him to own a carriage like this.
He would have to save up for at least a dozen years without eating or drinking.
As for the carriage the police station gave him?
Only an idiot would believe that.
"If you like it, I can give you the same carriage!
"I guarantee that they are exactly the same. Even the horses pulling the carriage have the same bloodline!"
Calkin, who was restless, said when he saw Kieran sizing him up.
"How generous of you!"
Kieran smiled.
In his heart, his evaluation of the other party's wealth rose by another two notches.
"As long as you let me go …"
"I'm willing to give you all the wealth I have right now!"
Calkin said in a pleading tone.
Coupled with his pale, dispirited face, he looked very pitiful.
Kieran would not be soft-hearted, though.
Even if Calkin was telling the truth, Kieran would not be tempted. What he was after was not the common wealth of the dungeon world.
Besides, the Sub Mission's hint was enough for Kieran to understand that Calkin was not an innocent man.
If Kieran had been fooled by Calkin's appearance, he would not have been the one to suffer in the end.
"Wealth is not what I'm after.
"Now, I want to know how Hook died."
Can you tell me? "
Kieran asked.
"I didn't kill him!"
Calkin emphasized again.
"Yes, you didn't kill him!
Then how did you find Hook's body? "
Kieran asked in a different way.
"After I left Herbert's house, I went straight to Hook's lair. I wanted to teach him a lesson for the fear I've endured!
But he wasn't in his lair.
"I think he's trying to escape, and I know the route and method he'll take to escape!"
The guy who was in charge of these things was one of my men, but other than me and him, no one else knew about it.
I was worried that something like this would happen.
That's why I kept a backup plan. "
Calkin started to narrate his story, his face filled with delight.
However, his smugness quickly turned into fear.
He continued to narrate.
"I'm not a good cop, but I'm sure I've seen a lot of vicious people, and I've been through a lot of their cases!
"But there has never been a time when I felt afraid!"
"My spy and Hook are dead!"
They died in my spy's room!
"The way the two of them died …"
Calkin paused when he said that.
He seemed to be thinking about how to describe it.
After four to five seconds, he finally found a word.
"Like a blooming flower!"
Calkin's face turned even paler when he finished. The fear he felt was indescribable.
"Blooming flower?"
Kieran raised an eyebrow.
He had never thought of using such a word to describe a dead body.
At the same time, he replayed Calkin's words in his mind.
If Calkin was trying to mystify Kieran, his words would be the best proof.
After that, there were no more sounds of conversation in the carriage.
The wagon with the police badge drove into Herl City without any obstructions.
Then, after several twists and turns, he entered a secluded alley.
"We're here!"
The wagoner said as he opened the door attentively.
"Aaaargh!"
When he saw the wagoner, who was also one of his men, Calkin screamed and fell limply into the carriage.
What kind of face was that?
It looked like it had been burned by fire or splashed with a few liters of sulfuric acid.
The skin of his face was burnt to a crisp, and some parts of his face were exposed to the bone.
His eyeballs, however, were still intact.
However, without the cover of the mask, the two eyeballs in the eye sockets seemed extremely prominent. The black and white were distinct, and they were constantly moving, as if they were clockwork.
"Boss, we're here!
You and Hon. 2567, it's time for you to be on your way! "
The wagoner's ferocious face showed a creepy smile.
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