"I need you to explain the case to me in detail!"
Kieran said slowly as he looked at the simple description of the Sub Mission.
"Aren't you looking for Hunter's daughter? That bastard who treats all the police officers like his servants! "
John looked at Kieran and let out a disdainful snort, expressing his dissatisfaction with Hunter.
He told Kieran everything he knew though.
"The body was found by a drunkard near the train station this morning.
"He threw it in a corner like a piece of trash!"
I've come across a lot of vicious bastards, but none of them would treat a body like that! "
John got irritated again when he mentioned the murder case. He lit up a cigarette and passed one to Kieran.
However, Kieran rejected the offer.
He picked up the pipe in his hand and signaled John to smoke it.
Even though it was an empty pipe with no tobacco in it, Kieran did not have a match in his hand.
Still, he managed to convince John.
"A pipe is too troublesome. It's not as convenient as cigarettes, especially the Ship brand. It's pretty good, you should try it!"
John mumbled to himself as he lit up his cigarette and started to puff.
After taking two deep breaths, he continued.
"I'm short on manpower right now. If you're willing to help, I'll be very grateful!
This is the certificate I signed. It will allow you to enter the church school where Hunter's daughter is studying. I hope you'll get something out of it! "
John picked up a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper as he spoke.
About ten seconds later, John passed the paper to Kieran.
What was written on it was...
Kieran was the police's consultant, specially hired by the police station.
Chief: John
Commissioner: Patrick
1861.4.1
Below the signature was the police station's stamp.
Kieran looked at John in surprise when he saw the commissioner's signature.
"That bastard went on a wedding trip two weeks ago and left everything to me. Then something really messed up happened!"
John said as he took a deep puff from his cigarette.
"I thought you would send someone to help me find him!"
Kieran waved the appointment letter in his hand.
"I told you, I'm short on manpower right now! Extremely deficient! "
John said angrily.
Kieran shrugged at the man's emphasis.
Obviously, this was the limit of the help he could provide. If he wanted more help, he would have to complete the Side Mission.
This was somewhat different from what he had guessed before, but the essence had not changed.
"Regardless of whether I trigger the Side Mission or not, I should be able to get the letter of appointment!"
"However, players who did not trigger it will be sent directly to Altilly's school!"
"If something happens there, I need to hurry up!"
Kieran quickly stood up when he thought about it.
He needed to hurry to the scene near the train station to take a look.
After that, no matter what they found, they had to get to the school as soon as possible. Hunter had mentioned that Altilly would take the carriage to the school every day. The rest of the time, including the weekends, would be within his and his wife's sight.
Kieran thought about the box under the bed of the missing Miss Altilly Hunter.
Kieran believed that the school would be an important place.
He might not have a direct lead, but at least he could find out who had taught the missing Miss Altilly.
It might be the next clue to find her.
"See you later!"
Kieran waved at John and walked out without waiting for a reply.
After leaving the station, Kieran waved his hand and hailed a carriage.
"Train station!"
Kieran ordered the coachman.
...
It was noisy and messy, and the ground was filthy and smelly.
Kieran got off the carriage and saw the other side of the city.
There were no clean clothes, no peaceful smiles.
There were just hardships and patience in order to survive.
There were people everywhere, begging for a living.
There were young laborers, middle-aged women selling groceries, newspaper boys screaming for their money, and beggars.
There were also some people who blended in with the people around them.
They were wearing old clothes, but their hands were clean and nimble. They were always squatting or standing in a corner, sizing up the passersby. Once they found their target, they would quietly follow them and use their clean and nimble hands to steal their loot.
Under Kieran's watchful eyes, these people had already stolen a few times.
There was no need to doubt their identities anymore.
Thieves!
However, Kieran did not poke his nose into other people's business. He had more important things to attend to.
Kieran scanned his surroundings.
Soon, Kieran found his target.
A uniformed police officer was still very conspicuous here.
Even if he was hiding in a corner.
Kieran walked over.
"Stay back, don't get close to this place!"
The police officer shouted when he saw Kieran walk in with a long box on his back.
He was a young man. Even though he was alone, he stood straight.
He was responsible and had a strong sense of justice.
Kieran guessed. At the same time, he took out his letter of appointment.
"You are Sir Kieran. I've heard of your name before. Nice to meet you, I am Carl!"
The young officer carefully checked Kieran's letter of appointment and showed a smile on his face.
The identity that the game had arranged for Kieran had once again played its role.
Of course, it was the letter of appointment that allowed Kieran to pass.
Kieran asked as he put away the letter of appointment.
"Nice to meet you, I am Kieran!
Can I go in and have a look? "
"Of course!"
The officer gave an affirmative answer and stepped aside.
Kieran walked in.
The alley was dirtier and smellier than the outside.
The alley wasn't wide, it was very narrow and cramped. At the end of the alley was a tall wall, which seemed to be the back wall of some building.
Common people would not come to a place like this.
If it wasn't for that drunkard who accidentally discovered the body, it would have been rotten and smelly for a long time without anyone noticing.
Kieran checked the ground.
The moment he walked into the alley, he activated [Tracking].
Messy and indistinct footprints.
Blood stains.
One by one, they appeared before Kieran's eyes.
However, it wasn't of much use. The messy footprints kept covering the ground and couldn't be distinguished anymore.
Other than telling Kieran where the body had appeared, the blood stains were useless.
Kieran frowned unconsciously.
This wasn't what he wanted.
He looked at the walls on both sides and noticed a smear of red on the wall on his left.
Blood stains!
Kieran walked over and looked at the smear of red.
His mind started to spin rapidly.
"There aren't any dragging marks on the ground. The killer must have carried the body in here!
In order to cover the body, he would have put a gunny sack over it!
But the body must have been soaked in blood, that's why there are traces of blood on the ground!
But not much, otherwise, there would be traces of blood dripping on the ground!
This means the killer didn't kill the lady far from here!
And in order to hide the lady's identity, the killer purposely destroyed her face! "
Then, Kieran measured the height of the blood stains.
"The killer wasn't tall but he must have been very strong, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to carry a female body!
Besides, the killer rubbed against the wall on the left, which means he was carrying the body on his left shoulder. His left arm must have been more muscular and stronger, so he must have been left-handed!
"The culprit cut open that lady's stomach, so he must have a great hatred for her. Moreover, he must have mastered a certain butchering technique!"
Aside from the possibility of the killer showing off, why didn't he bury or burn the body? That would be safer! "
Kieran asked himself.
A dead body was abandoned here, even though the alley was very secluded.
It was definitely not as good as burying or burning the body.
Unless …
Burying the body would be more convenient and hidden for the killer!
No one would suspect him at all!
Kieran looked outside the alley. Even though he was standing in the deeper part of the alley, he could clearly see the coolies carrying the goods further away.
It seemed like the people making a living further away matched his speculations.
"Carl, I found something!"
Kieran said to the young officer.
"What did you find?"
The young officer was shocked. Even though he had heard of Kieran's reputation, he still found it hard to believe that Kieran had found something so quickly.
"The culprit should be slightly shorter than you, but very muscular and left-handed. Go ask around and find out who was with a red-haired woman recently, and if he was a butcher or a butcher's apprentice, you might find something unexpected!"
Kieran pointed at the coolies further away.
As a police officer, asking them would be more convincing than Kieran.
It would also be more threatening, which was what Kieran wanted.
If the killer was really a coolie, the threat would be enough to make him panic and give himself away.
"Hmm … Okay!"
The young officer was a little hesitant, but he still followed Kieran's instructions.
No doubt, the fame of his identity in the game played its role again.
Everything was just as Kieran expected.
A while later, a commotion broke out at the coolies' gathering place.
A short but strong guy pulled out a dagger and held a scrawny man hostage.
The people quickly moved away.
The young officer confronted the man, but he didn't control the situation.
Quite the contrary, the man became more and more frenzied. The dagger in his hand had already slit the man's neck.
Blood gushed out, and the crowd cried out in shock again.
Kieran was ready to make his move.
With Carl's identity, he had achieved his goal of luring the man out, so there shouldn't be any more casualties.
However, at the next moment, Kieran frowned.
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