"I'm curious, since the underground cemetery is usually locked, how did the murderer and the deceased get down?"
Jenkins asked while bending over to examine the blood.
"I'm not the only one who has the keys. The lock I opened just now was changed last winter. There are five locks in total including the one in my hand. The police in the town have already started investigating the whereabouts of these keys." , they thought that was the point."
The old gravekeeper replied slowly.
The locks in the catacombs of the cemetery are not ordinary locks, but new locks that are larger than the palm of four adults and composed of hundreds of sophisticated mechanical structures. The shape of the key is not even a common type. This kind of lock was invented with the development of mechanical principles in recent years. There is no similar thing in Jenkin's timeline. The lock cannot be pried open in a simple way. According to the preservation room of the bank safe A similar lock is used.
But the difficulty of picking the lock is only for ordinary people. The Bestower has countless ways to open the lock that does not contain extraordinary power. Thinking of this, Jenkins carefully inspected the corridor at the scene of the crime, and besides the messy footprints and bloodstains, he found some auras faintly on the ground.
Not long ago, a small amount of spiritual material should have been poured here, so now there is a faint spiritual light.
Then I looked at the lock again, and found nothing new. Jenkins had begun to suspect that a Giver was responsible for these crimes.
Up to now, there are still few clues, but the sun above the head has shown some signs of setting in the west. When I came to the police station again, I happened to meet the sheriff and his party who came back from outside. Jenkins once again used the reason that he was a writer of materials to inquire about the progress of the police investigation, but unfortunately the sheriff did not accept this.
"Well, I didn't want that at first."
He whispered to himself, seeing that there were only the two of them in the corridor of the police station for the time being, he looked into the eyes of the middle-aged sheriff and said:
"I'm an absolutely good guy, someone you can trust... Has your investigation found anything about the third deceased?"
His frequent use of the power of lies has allowed the number of lies to break through the limit of two times a week, and now it is four times... Although Jenkins didn't realize it, in fact he was spreading lies to the world every moment of his existence.
"The third deceased was a milkman in the town, Sidorov Carlos, thirty-two years old. The place of death was the ruins of an old river channel outside the town. We asked his wife where he was that night, and she Tell us that Carlos has been obsessed with finding treasures recently, he got a treasure map from somewhere not long ago, and went out last night just to hunt for treasures."
"Treasure hunt?"
Thinking about it carefully, the three deceased all died at night, and they all appeared in very remote places, which may have the same reason.
"So the other two deceased, are there any rumors of treasure hunting?"
"They are all bachelors living alone, and no valuable clues can be found at home. We don't know that."
the sheriff explained.
These clues are very useful. Since the murderer can accurately find the victim in the wild at night, it means that he must have known the movement of the deceased in advance. So there is very reason to suspect that the reasons such as treasures are just lies to deceive the dead to arrive at a specific place at a specific time.
Jenkins asked for the dates of birth of the three deceased and marked the locations of the deaths on a map of the town. Although he has only been a benefactor for half a year, he has quite a wealth of theoretical knowledge. After trying several permutations and combinations, he understood that this was someone performing the so-called "blood thirsty ritual".
Even among the many notoriously transgressive ceremonies, this is fairly well-known. In addition to its basic nature, this kind of ritual is one of the few ways that allows the bestower to draw spirits from ordinary people's bodies to improve themselves. But this kind of ritual has great side effects. In addition to making it more difficult to improve in the future, the spirit of the benefactor who performs the ritual will also be damaged, and sequelae such as dreaminess, vision, and auditory hallucinations will appear in a short period of time.
In modern times, even the worst cultists will not use this ritual. After all, there are many ways to obtain spirits. Obtaining spirits by killing people is better than sacrificing living people to those terrifying existences, so that the rewards will be more.
"So it must be something the giver does, which makes it easy."
The tallest building in the town is the clock tower next to the mayor's house, which is also the most typical public facility in human settlements.
Jenkins asked the unicorn to "airdrop" himself above the clock tower, hold the lightning rod on the top of the tower, and look at this small town from a height. The scenery of the town is very beautiful. Compared with the crowded and prosperous Nolan, life here would be easier.
But then the gentleman reading in the library on the east side of town must have a tough life, because Jenkins has his eye on him.
The other party is a second-level bestower, and judging from the composition of the ability light spot, there is only one divine ability. It doesn't look like a member of the evil god sect, but rather like those "lucky ones" who somehow became the bestowers. That is to say, the kind of person who has the gift of the bestower, who accidentally comes into contact with occult books, falls into a strange situation, or gets the notes of the bestower of death on a certain day, thus becoming the bestower.
Such "wild" gifters are extremely dangerous, even more dangerous than ordinary cultists. They haven't received any systematic training, don't understand the taboos of rituals, and don't have the fear of using power. Once an accident happens, they can't clean up the situation at all.
That was probably the case with the young gentleman. After confirming the ring mentioned by the first deceased, Jenkins followed him secretly, watching him go from the library to the tavern, and from the tavern to his home.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Seeing that the time was about the same, Jenkins knocked on the other's door pretending to be a staff member who came to check the steam meter, and then hit the young man on the throat before he could react.
This is fatal to ordinary people, and it is also fatal to most granters. But at least the other party was not killed on the spot, so Jenkins would not let him die, and kept him at the lowest vitality to get him to Viscount Franke's manor. "Viscount Franka" was still waiting for him in the study, as if It's like reading a book here all afternoon.
"It's faster than I thought, thank you for your help, this is the person I'm looking for."
In this way, the two living gods met again in the study room. The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window dyed the vast expanse of fields golden. Today’s weather is fine, and even the afterglow of the setting sun can make the chocolate held by Jenkins feel warm a feeling of.