"Don't worry, it's just a small thing, you don't need to be so nervous. Aren't 'we' still talking about the serial murder that happened in Roman Town just now? Find the murderer before sunset and send it here, I will give you Some hints you need, not only about the end of the era, but also about those strange tobaccos, some of my followers did go a little too far this time."
The God of Spice and Mist said so, this is his most orthodox title.
Roman Town has a small population and a small area. It is a very ordinary rural town in itself, and it is completely incomparable with the hot spring town in the extreme north that Jenkins has been to.
Murders in such places often cause great panic. After all, almost everyone knows that once a murder occurs, it means that if there are no outsiders living for a long time in the near future, it must be committed by people in the town.
The easiest way to investigate this matter is undoubtedly to act together with the police, not only to grasp the latest information, but also to fully understand the cause and effect of the matter.
But it's a pity that Jenkins doesn't have such a network. He can't find any reason for the police to agree to his joining. After all, he doesn't have the identity of a well-known detective. The power of lies can be used, but in this way, it is not just one or two people who will be deceived. He is still unable to use lies on a large scale, at least in the current state.
"So what exactly does that god want to do?"
Jenkins couldn't figure it out until he returned to the town. He deliberately chose to return from the intersection where he met the policemen just now, but when he returned to the town, the policemen and the corpses were gone, only bloodstains remained on the ground.
Even if you can't find a suitable way to follow the police, at least the gold pound is omnipotent most of the time. With only a small amount of money, he obtained the basic information of the three deceased from the owner of the tavern. Then, under the pretense that he was a writer who went out to collect materials, Jenkins came to the police station of the small town in an attempt to use this identity to obtain some more information. material.
The Yorktown Police Department has a very short history. At least twenty years ago, there were only two sheriffs who were in charge of the police, forensic medicine, and prison guards. The Yorktown Police Department was added later, but there were police officers in the bureau. Only three.
The sheriff and the middle-aged police officer went out to investigate, and only a young man with freckles remained in the police station. It was exactly noon now, he was probably full and a little drowsy, with his head drooping, and Jenkins yelled twice before waking up.
"Outlander?"
He sized up Jenkins, then sat up straight with a mutter, yawned, took out a heavily ink-smelling form from a drawer, and handed him a pen with a slightly cracked nib:
"If you want to report a crime, please fill out the form yourself..."
He paused, reconfirmed Jenkins's attire, and thought that the person in front of him should be literate, so he didn't mention that he could fill in for him.
"I'm not here to report the crime."
"The toilet is on the left."
"It's not here to go to the bathroom."
"Let's go slowly, I wish you a good time in Yorktown."
After saying this, he got down again, and it seemed that if someone hadn't really come to report the crime, he wouldn't sit up again.
"Meow~"
The cat on his shoulder meowed softly, but Jenkins sensed that there was nothing but mockery in the meow.
"I'm here to donate."
He spoke in a very standard Nolan accent, which in the eyes of the country people is a symbol of "noble birth".
"Donation?"
"Yes, donate money. Of course, there are other purposes. I'm actually a writer, and I'm going out to collect materials recently. When I came to visit my old friend Viscount Franka, I happened to hear about the local cases, so I wanted to know more about it. Some of the inside story."
As he spoke, he took out a £1 note from his pocket and put it in front of the young policeman, who looked at Jenkins suspiciously:
"You are a writer, and you know M. Franca?"
"Yes, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to ask the Viscount. He is currently living in the ancestral house near Lower Wading Village. I just came back from there."
"Um… "
He thought for a while, carefully put the banknotes into his pocket, rubbed his face with his hands to get rid of sleepiness, and then asked slowly:
"What do you want to know? I can't say things that are too confidential."
"I've found out the identities of the three dead men and know that they are not related to each other, so now I want to know the location of the three murders. Yes, the location of the crime, not the location where the body was found. I want the site inspection Look at those places, maybe death can bring me special inspiration."
Jenkins said.
"You said you were a writer, so what works do you have?"
""The Woman and the Seven Bones of the Hand", the price is 2 shillings and 7 pence in the Nolan area, welcome to read."
He said nonsense that he had already been to the bookstore in the small town, and the scale was very small and there were not many books in stock. He was confident that the young police officer in front of him was not the kind of person who read a lot.
"Forget it, I prefer knight novels like "The Legend of the Detective Knight"... I can tell you the location of the crime, but you must ensure that it cannot be spread outside."
"Swear to the sage!"
Immediately Jenkins raised a hand and said that such an action won more confidence from Mr. Constable.
"Only the first two crimes have found the crime scene. The third one is still under investigation. After all, it happened last night. The first one is by the river. Go west from this street and go out of town to find the mill by the river. , in the reeds about 80 feet away on the right side of the mill, the blood is still wet, you should find it; the second crime scene is in the town's cemetery, but if you want to enter, you need to convince the gravekeeper to agree ...and I must warn you, if you are thought to be a suspicious person at a crime scene, don't say that I told you about the locations...”
"Of course I know this. I won't stay around for a long time. Thank you again."
The mill in Roman town uses the hydraulic power and wind power of the river to work. The flowing river water and the blowing wind each drive a huge wheel to rotate. Through a series of complex shafts and gears, these forces are used to turn the stone mill inside the mill.
It's only spring now, and the mill isn't being used very often. When Jenkins saw the windmill from a distance, there was no one around. He carried the cane and walked along the river with the cat, and with the help of the cat's keen sense of smell, he found the reeds very accurately.