Lord of the Silver Crow

Chapter 63: Open the mouth

However, just after the Sheriff Greenton followed and walked out of the room to close the door, he suddenly found the Mist Crow in the pocket of his coat sprinting directly out, and got into the room just before the door closed.

Although there are many things I want to clarify, it is obvious that it is impossible to let go of everything and communicate with Mist Crow now.

Immediately, the two of them went around the nearby rooms and searched them carefully, but found no other clues.

"We can only wait until tomorrow for the remaining evidence collection work..."

With that said, the two returned to the door of the room just now, and listening to the words of Sheriff Glinton, Yago once again followed the wonderful connection to sense the location of the fog crow.

Ok?

The specific details are not perceptible, but Yago can be sure that it is farther away from himself than before.

Not in the room? Where is it going?

Yago opened the door slightly suspiciously.

However, the scene that followed made Yago stunned.

The corpse is still there, but at this moment, a big hole has been broken in the position of the stomach.

The torn abdomen kept dripping dark red blood.

Sergeant Greenton also saw all this, his eyes widened, he turned his head and rushed to the guardrail, his probe yelled at the police officers downstairs:

"Which **** did it!? Damn it! Who told you to plan the corpse!?"

The police officers downstairs were completely confused, but the anger of Sheriff Greenton was also obvious. Several people hurried up and saw the scene in the room.

Then, a group of police officers couldn't help covering their mouths.

It is not because of the tragic condition of the deceased.

It’s just that the stomach is broken. It is not uncommon for the deceased in the fight and murder of the gangsters to have their heads, hands, or even cut off at the waist. It’s just that the broken stomach makes them feel uncomfortable at most, but the deceased’s face is "from the heart." "The smile made them shudder.

Only Sergeant Glinton, who often assists in lower city cases, only frowned slightly.

However, based on what Hols knew about him, Yago thought he was frowning because of the "destruction of the corpse."

Under Yago's gaze, Sergeant Greenton fell into silence after confirming that it was not anyone in the police team that had acted on the corpse without authorization.

Ten seconds later, he turned his head to look at the police officer who was just guarding the door.

Yago, who had been observing the response of Sheriff Greenton, followed his gaze and looked at the man.

Choram.

In Hols's memory, this man was a temporary police officer, not an official establishment of the police station, that is, a so-called temporary worker.

The other party also seemed to be thinking about something. After seeing Greenton's line of sight, he just nodded towards the other side insignificantly.

Seeing the other's nodding, Yago also understood one thing.

This person has a high probability of being an extraordinary.

And there is a high probability of being an extraordinary person of the Steam Church, "Broken Gear", after all, this is Arabella.

As the base camp of the Steam Church, the position of Broken Gear should be the same as the position of the Thorn Tree in Catcia and Barcelona.

It must have something to do with the stability maintenance organization of the police.

At this moment, Joram returned from his contemplation, his eyes swept around.

Yago silently shifted his gaze, trying to move away before the opponent's brass eyes met his gaze.

But it was too late.

The eyes of the two met.

"What's the matter? Mr. Halls?"

The other person's expression looked quite normal, but the stare at his sight afterwards showed that he had already been watched.

"Just a look..."

Yago's heart was awe-inspiring, but he didn't panic either. He raised his finger to the position of the window as he was prepared, and said in a puzzled tone:

"Joram, was the previous window open?"

Because of Yago's words, he, Sheriff Greenton and other police officers all looked at the window.

A gust of salty wind blew in and entered the room through the window, bringing a chill and **** smell to everyone.

Sheriff Greenton walked around the corpse and walked to the window:

"There is blood here?"

As the owner of the culprit, Yago, who probably knew what had happened, also walked over. In front of the window, beside Sheriff Greenton, there was a thoughtful look in the eyes of everyone:

"When the sheriff and I left before, although the deceased had wounds on his body, there was absolutely no such big breach."

"The time the body was destroyed was when the sheriff and I left and checked the surrounding rooms until we came back. Was the murderer opening the window and returning?"

Imitating Halls' impatience, Yago paced restlessly:

"Why destroy the skin on the abdomen purposely? Is there anything on the abdomen that reveals identity or traces of other information? Or is there something hidden in the abdomen? The murderer deliberately ran back to retrieve it?"

Regarding Yago's speculation, Sergeant Greenton also nodded, and he thought so too.

Then, his gaze turned to Joram again.

Yago, who seemed to look at the window inadvertently, noticed Sergeant Glinton's gaze.

Repeat several times, and cast your sights on the same person at the first time. In this case, it is either doubt or trust.

A police officer, but also a temporary assistant policeman, not a relative or a detective, trust?

Is it an extraordinary?

Yago became more vigilant in his heart, and the Ling Mist also tightened a little, completely suppressing the idea of using Ling Vision to look at the other party.

The police officers who were also next to Joram also began to recall whether the window was opened before. When the result of not opening was given, Joram was still carefully inspecting the traces of the window, the pair of dark yellow The color of his eyes has returned to the brassy color.

After almost half an hour, the various police officers continued to perform their duties, almost finished the confession and cordoning off and other things, began to move the corpse, and prepared to transport the corpse back to the autopsy room for further investigation. Finally found a chance to leave.

After politely inviting Sheriff Greenton to watch a play at the traveling theater troupe and was rejected, Yago bid farewell to Sheriff Greenton, wrapped his police coat tightly, and headed for the destination alone.

When he left, he switched his perspective to the free perspective of the third person.

As the pages turned, Yago's perspective rose from behind his head.

No one is following.

Because it was already night and walking on a road with sparse street lights, Yago scanned several times and finally determined this.

but......

The Mist Crow has not returned yet.

Fearing that he was still being followed, Yago did not change anything.

Pretending to drop coins from his pocket, Yago used the gambler's abilities—

The gambler's fallacy.

When picking it up, Yago glanced.

King portrait, success.

But it's really unlucky.