"You see, in this way, maybe the murderer is really his companion."
After hearing the introduction from his friends, Jenkins had an idea. He had already figured out how to report the incident here to the church.
I also want to ask a few people if they have tried psychic communication just now, but the magic lady at the window suddenly motioned for them to keep silent.
"Someone is coming! Something is wrong, something is wrong with these people."
Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat immediately walked towards the door, and Miss Silver Flute listened to the movement outside while manipulating the rope. Jenkins came to Miss Magic and glanced down:
"They're all ordinary people... It's really not right."
Although it is almost late at night, there is no need to wear a heavy coat to go out in summer. Black can well conceal their bloated figures, but for Jenkins, the night cannot stop his observation at all.
"It seems that our luck has come."
As he spoke, he also walked towards the door, and stood on the left side of the wall with Mr. Hood. Instruct Miss Silver Flute to lead Luther's body to the corner first, and then open the door with a gap.
Sure enough, the three men who went upstairs went straight to this room, hesitated for a moment when they saw that the door was unlocked, then opened the door and walked in. The door creaked shut after they entered the room, and then the corridor fell into silence again, with no sound coming from behind the door.
After interrogation, the three were indeed Luthor's accomplices, indeed a group of liars. Mr. Luther's diary is full of truth, so Jenkins flipped back and saw that there was a mention in the diary that Luther had a conversation with a certain chef, which should also be true. But the two didn't have any intersection, they were just chatting in the shopping street, so Tarquin's "suicide" had nothing to do with him.
As for Luther's death, the other three knew nothing about it. They came here late at night today to divide up the stolen money at this stage and then transfer it as soon as possible. The four crooks realized that some victims had already found out that something was wrong, so they didn't plan to stay in Nolan.
Inside the black coats the three of them were wearing, there were bundles of banknotes, which made them look overly bloated.
"It's all true."
After the interrogation, Jenkins nodded, and then looked at the corpse in doubt:
"So how did he die... Speaking of which, have you seen the wounds on the corpse?"
After the corpse and the steam engine were fused, the wound naturally disappeared, so we could only ask Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat who came here first.
"Probably poisoned. We only saw him lying on the floor with a livid face and convulsed all over his body, and then he died."
"Did you spit something out?"
Miss Magic also asked.
"I checked the carpet and found nothing."
Miss Yindi said regretfully.
"That's strange. It can't be suicide, can it?"
As Jenkins said, he and Mr. Black Cat piled the unconscious three people into the corner, and then walked back to Mr. Luthor who was in the air, looked at the screw rod pierced from the back of his hand, and looked at the inside of the outturned eyes. Coming out of the spring:
"When it merged with the steam engine, did the clothes also merge?"
"No, the current clothes are the original ones."
Mr. Black Cat thought for a while and said.
So Jenkins took the risk to grow vines with seeds, and at the cost of three vines being completely infected by the curse, turning into metal tentacles and merging with Luthor's body, he obtained his shirt.
Then, wearing glasses, he scanned the clothes with the Eye of Reality, and found a very faint black aura. If Jenkins hadn't pressed his face almost to the clothes, he would never have noticed such a subtle light.
"What's this?"
The area with aura was like a water stain. Of course, because of the heat from Luthor's body, that piece of clothes had already dried up.
Jenkins thought for a while, cut out the small piece of fabric, then found a water cup from the bathroom, and soaked the piece of cloth in it. After waiting for a few minutes, he dipped his finger into the hand cup, twisted his thumb and index finger, and felt a slight, imperceptible burning sensation:
"You can't even detect such traces, can you?"
Miss Magic asked in surprise.
"Of course I don't notice it, I just want to try it, because the really useful method is really disgusting."
He said, putting his sticky finger into his mouth. He grunted as if he was hurt, then the corner of his mouth twitched, took the towel and wiped his hands, and then said calmly:
"Don't worry, it's not natural. It's [gear germ]... at least this time it's [gear germ]."
(Chocolate is running... )
The early morning of St. George's Avenue was as calm as usual on Thursday. On the smoky street, Mr. Goodman, who was about to go to work, was kissing his wife goodbye at the door of his house. After saying goodbye to his family, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, and cursed in a low voice for the bad air quality. While walking, he looked up at the neighbor's house. At this time, the letter in the mailbox at the door of Jenkins' house and the milk in the fence door had been taken away, but the house was still quiet, presumably the owner hadn't gotten up yet.
But because of the chocolate, Jenkins was already up. He and his family sat around the dining table to eat, and on the newspaper unfolded in his hand, the photo of the proud Tarquin attending the meeting for the last time was the front page today.
Chocolat stood on the table and ate breakfast with his head down, claiming to lose weight so Hathaway ate very little. At this moment, he supported his head with his hands and looked at Jenkins' cat:
"So, the Church and Fidetic Trinity don't intend to expose Tarquin's suicide?"
She suddenly asked without thinking,
"Of course not. What good is debunking that?"
Jenkins' voice came from behind the newspaper, he looked lazy, he came home very late last night, so he didn't get enough sleep:
"Now that we know that Tarquin chose the second prince Brill Aresio, who is currently staying in Nolan, as his heir, wouldn't it be a better idea to directly threaten him and let Cheslan continue to participate in the Three Kings' talks?"
"threaten?"
Britney's voice came from the direction of the stairs. She was yawning in her nightgown, and Julia, who was sitting to Jenkins' right, got up immediately to prepare her dinner plate.
"Who are you threatening?"
"It's not to threaten others, but the church has made up its mind to prevent the war from spreading. I received a note from the church this morning. Fidetic Tri and Hampavo will take the initiative to send troops to help Briel Arecio' calm down." 'Domestic rebellion, so he can attend talks on behalf of the country in Nolan without worrying about domestic affairs."
"oh?"
The blond girl smiled and said:
"I don't believe that when the counter-insurgency is over, the borders will still be the way they are now."
"This has nothing to do with me, and since the two countries borrow troops, it will naturally not be free. Apart from the convenience on the negotiating table, how much they can reasonably take depends on their own abilities. Of course, they will not be too Excessive, although the church acquiesced in the occurrence of this incident, it is only because the church does not want to see civil strife in the material world at this point in time. But the church certainly does not want to see Cheslan being annexed."