"Is it the first time you have seen such a scene?" Ren came over with concern, "Go outside and get some fresh air."
"No... No," A-Xia looked at the wound calmly when she saw that Nightingale had crouched beside the corpse. In the face of such a bloody scene, she can still be so calm... She has to persevere, at least not to embarrass her. "I… vomit… much better."
"When was he discovered?" Nightingale asked back.
"At dawn today, the surrounding residents rushed out to fetch water before dawn, and found his body - the door was left open at that time, as if it was intended to be shown to others." Ren said briefly, "If it was before, I'm afraid We'll have to wait two or three days to hear, but recently City Hall is offering a bounty for reporting behavior, so it was immediately reported to City Hall."
"What about the identity of the deceased?"
"Shovel, freedmen," Ren looked around the furnishings in the room, "Nothing... Well, I should have been a mouse before."
"Has anyone seen him tonight?"
"I asked, no."
"What about the sound?"
"Also... no one heard."
"To kill such a big man, you have to make some noise," Nightingale frowned, "Even if he cuts his throat, he won't die immediately. Beating the floor or dying should cause a lot of noise. Are you sure they're not lying?"
"That's not enough," Ren hesitated. "The residents here are panicking when there is a murder case. Besides, they can get additional rewards for assisting the police in catching the murderer. They have no reason to lie."
"In this way, you call everyone around, and I'll ask it myself. And... A-Xia." Nightingale looked at her assistant.
"Yes!" The latter trembled.
"You go to the castle and ask Soraya to come over."
"Ah... ok."
A-Xia hurriedly went out the door and ran towards the castle.
For some reason, she felt that the way Nightingale gave orders was simply beautiful, and she showed a strong confidence in every gesture. It was no wonder that His Highness entrusted her with the responsibility of safety.
…
When he returned to the streets again, A-Xia had two more people besides Soraya.
"How can this kind of thing not call me?" Lightning flew into the room and shouted loudly, "Your Highness is really partial!"
"Cuckoo!" Maisie followed closely.
"They... have to follow," A-Xia said timidly.
"Aren't you supposed to protect His Royal Highness Roland while I'm away?" Nightingale raised her brows, "This isn't an adventure game!"
"Don't worry, with Sylvie here, no one can easily get close to him," Lightning squeezed his eyes, "and His Highness is about to hold a noble meeting, what danger can you encounter in the castle hall?"
It's unbelievable... A-Xia thought to herself, why can these two face the bloody and terrifying murder scene so indifferently? Especially Lightning, who is obviously a few years younger than himself, there is still a hint of excitement in his eyes... God is above, after becoming witches, what have they experienced
"This is..." Ren and a group of police officers stared at one person and one bird floating in the air, their eyes widened.
"They are also witches," Nightingale said angrily, "Anyway, you must go back before the meeting ends, understand?"
"Oh..." Lightning pouted.
"Uh, did you ask me to paint this corpse?" Soraya was the last to enter the room. A-Xia noticed that her complexion was not much better than her own, and she calmed down a little.
"No, it's a picture of the murderer," Nightingale closed the door and told the crowd about the arrest plan. "Having a portrait of the perpetrator and posting it in the notice area of the square for a reward, this should be the fastest way to find him."
Earl Elk sucked in a breath, "You mean, this witch... Miss Asia can reproduce the murder process?"
"It's not necessarily possible. Due to the limited duration of the illusion, we still need some luck. You'll find out later." Nightingale nodded to A-Xia, "Let's start."
"Well," the latter closed her eyes and placed the first backtrack between midnight and dawn as she instructed. In the darkness, magic poured out from her fingertips, intertwined, and gradually formed a clear image - planks, beds, tables, rooms... In her mind, a new room was shaped. The dead man lay on the ground, blood running down the uneven soil, and the door that was supposed to be locked was pushed open.
"Is this... the ability of a witch?"
"It's unbelievable!"
"Oh my God, these fantasies are too realistic, and I think it's the power of the devil, too—"
"Shh! Shut up!"
There were murmurs of police all around.
"It seems that he is already dead at this time," A-Xia felt someone pat her on the shoulder, it was Nightingale, "Don't waste your magic power, change it for another time."
The second time backtracked towards midnight, the figure on the floor suddenly disappeared, and the deceased appeared on the bed, seemingly soundly asleep.
"Does this mean... he died within the time shown by the two illusions?" Ren asked suspiciously.
"Yes, from midnight to three o'clock—the hour and a half, is the time for the murderer to do it."
"I see! Miss A-Xia's ability can't last for too long, and she may miss the murder process, so you said you need a little luck!"
"That's right," Nightingale replied. "Considering that it takes a long time to leave a mark after killing someone, let's recreate it from a time closer to three o'clock."
A-Xia nodded, exhaled the turbid breath, and used her ability again to control the backtracking point between two o'clock and three o'clock. The magic power surged towards the empty wall, imagining a standing stranger. He was scribbling something on the wall with the blood-stained sheet.
"Looks like I found it," Nightingale raised the corner of her mouth, "My luck is really good."
"This person is the murderer Goo?"
"It looks ordinary... I thought it was at least a burly man." Lightning said disappointedly.
"This can only draw the side," Soraya looked at the wall panel, "Is there a way to make him turn around?"
"A-Xia, I'll leave it to you." Nightingale ordered.
"Yes," she knew what to do without the other party's elaboration. The last vision advanced slightly for a quarter of an hour. This time, everyone could clearly see the true face of the murderer - he strangled the shovel with a rope first. , then dragged the other party to the floor, took out a dagger and slit his throat. The shovel didn't make any resistance during the whole process, it was as if he had fallen asleep.
Ren seemed to realize something, and turned to look at the water tank in the corner of the room, "He was poured into dream water?"
"That's right," Nightingale nodded. "That's why the victim didn't make any noise. He cut his throat just to get blood. Before that, he died out of breath."
"Sir, my lord... I have seen this person!" a policeman suddenly said.
"What?" The eyes of the two people moved to him instantly.
The man swallowed, "His name is Mance, he used to be a patrolman, I have dealt with him..."
"Do you know where his address is?" Ren asked.
"It seems to be the inner city... West Street, near the Sheep Tavern."
"Very good, even the process of finding someone is saved. It seems that luck is on our side," Nightingale sneered, "He can't escape, let's go!"
"Yes, my lord!" The police responded in unison.