The detective also saw at a glance that this bottle was different, he shook off the crowd and strode forward to pick up the bottle. Shake it a few times to confirm the content of ** inside, then look at the sunlight outside the window, and stretch your hand towards the plug...
"etc."
Jenkins quickly stopped him, and he suggested: "I think it's better for us not to mess with the deceased's things. These can be left to the police gentlemen to check."
Ignaz looked at the bottle, at Jenkins, then at the maid Joyce, and nodded slightly.
At this moment, Joyce suddenly jumped over Best, who was standing between her and the detective, snatched the bottle from the man, then turned around and ran to the window, holding the bottle at the remaining four. personal.
"Can this be considered a detective? Was it just snatched away?"
Jenkins stood at the back and had no time to stop him. He thought that as a detective, Ignaz would at least have some vigilance.
"Ma'am, what do you want to do?"
asked the detective, just about to take a step closer when he was startled by the maid's attempt to open the bottle.
"do not come."
The woman roared loudly and kept stepping back. She pushed open the window, looked down in fear, and then looked at everyone in the room with a determined look.
"Don't come here, I know what's in the bottle, if you come here, everyone will die together!"
While speaking, she pulled the chair beside the bed with her free hand, then retreated tremblingly and climbed onto the window sill.
"do not come!"
She spoke hysterically again, holding the cork with her fingers, waving the bottle wildly, and trying to stand up while holding on to the window frame.
Her foot slipped, and amidst everyone's surprised expressions, she accidentally leaned back, let out a short cry, and fell straight down.
The four ran to the window, and at this moment, the policemen and the coachman walked to the fence in the yard and watched her fall down.
The quality of the bottle is pretty good, so don't worry about it breaking. Although there are some bloodstains on the ground, this is only the second floor, and the ground is soft grass. Joyce, with disheveled hair, stumbled up and bumped his head into the chest of the policeman standing in front.
The case can be regarded as a perfect solution here. The witnesses and physical evidence were all there, and even the police detective who came to examine the corpse felt lucky.
Jenkins didn't say any unnecessary words. After the bottle was sent to the police station, people from the Orthodox Church would naturally find something wrong. Detective Ignaz had already warned the police who arrived later that there might be volatile poison in the bottle, so there was no need to worry about someone opening it rashly.
Jenkins originally thought that he would be taken to the police station to make a statement. Unexpectedly, the police detective who led the team, when he heard that Jenkins was an apprentice at Papa's antique shop, immediately said that he could leave at any time and go to the police station when he had time. It is also possible to supplement the confession.
He didn't want to get involved in this troublesome matter, so he greeted the detective and left.
"Unlucky."
When he walked out of the yard, he complained softly. He thought it would be a big deal, but he didn't expect it to end up like this. Now that Mrs. David is dead, only God knows whose hands those antiques will end up in.
The delay at David's house was too long, and I planned to repair the pocket watch after get off work, but I guess I went back to say hello to my father, and the watch shop was about to close.
He glanced back at David's house, which was blocked by the police, sighed, put the chocolate on his shoulder, and joined the flow of people coming off work.
The distance between David's house and Papa's antique shop is very far, and it takes more than half of the city. He walked all the way, still hesitating where to find the carriage, turned the intersection ahead, and heard the sound of bells in front of him.
It was the coachman reminding the passers-by in front of him. Jenkins held down his hat and moved to the side. Unexpectedly, the clattering of horseshoes also stopped.
Looking up, the driver took off his hat and signaled to Jenkins, the blackout curtain on one side was lifted, and the red-haired girl smiled lightly:
"I don't know if it's an honor to invite Mr. Williams to ride with me."
"Saved a few shillings again."
Jenkins naturally would not refuse.
Hathaway was the only one in the carriage, and Jenkins inquired. She and Miss Michael had already been to Papa's Antique Store. Because I wanted to discuss the black market auction with Jenkins, I came here on purpose.
She was still wearing the tunic and slim ruffled top, but because of the arrival of autumn, she also had an extra thick plush coat.
"It's bad luck to encounter a murder case."
As soon as Jenkins got into the car, he said with a sad face.
"oh?"
Hathaway was also very interested in this, so she asked Jenkins to talk about the afternoon. Of course, he wouldn't say that he guessed the result from the beginning, so he described Mr. Detective as a famous detective who planned strategies. Of course, judging from Hathaway's expression, she cared about other things.
"You mean, the pattern on that bottle is hollowed out red petals? Do you remember the exact shape of the petals?"
"I don't remember, what's the matter? It seems to be just an ordinary bottle."
The girl fiddled with her long hair, looked down and saw the iron ring on Jenkins' finger, raised her eyebrows but did not ask.
"It has nothing to do with the bottle, but it has something to do with the pattern. Remember the Witch's House I mentioned?"
Jenkins rolled his eyes, and nodded hesitantly: "It is the organization composed entirely of female benefactors, who worships an unknown existence called [Shadow of the Upside-down Mother Goddess]? They also come to Nolan Yet?"
"Yes, there was one murder case last week that had that red petal symbol. It was a [Witch's House] standard accessory, because it was a nobleman who was killed, and I heard Britney talking about it." When it happened, I noticed the mark on the murder weapon dagger."
Hathaway recalled something, and said to Jenkins hesitantly: "Those whores and whores can do anything. If you are involved in that case, you might be targeted by them. Be careful .”
"Um."
He nodded, thinking about another thing in his mind, "She's right...but [the shadow of the hanging upside-down goddess]? What exactly is this?"
All the theology books will clearly point out that no matter whether it is a great righteous god or a false god, they have never declared themselves to be creators.
This is very clear, and therefore, those high-level beings who claim to be creators, creator gods, or related to the concept of both must not be gods.