Durin's Diary

Chapter 546 Breakthrough
Royce followed the team to the large building in front of them. He drooped his eyelids and glanced at the corpse being carried out.

All shot in the head.

It is said that a sharpshooter who came from nowhere killed all of Count Carl Vincent's private soldiers through the wall.

In this underground manor, nearly one hundred people from three nearby small organizations were killed.

Count Carl Vincent was said to be on his way, but unfortunately, one of his wizard sons was also killed - and died in the secret room of his house.

What a secret room murder case! I hope Mr. Du Lin can write a story even more bizarre than this.

Thinking of this, Royce said hello to Melissa Big Toe: "Did the murderer leave anything behind?"

"Behind you." The inspector pointed behind Royce. He turned around and saw a huge painting - an agency skull-faced figure wearing a windbreaker and a big sunhat, holding guns in both hands.

"Nice painting."

"I've asked the director of the art center to come and do an appraisal. The murderer who can draw so well must not be an unknown person, but I haven't heard of any assassin with such artistic talent." Melissa said this, and she and Royce heard angry curses coming from the other side of the door.

"Our real master has arrived."

Royce and his boss looked at each other, and they understood each other tacitly.

Carl Vincent, a white-haired old man with a red face walked into the yard: "Your people are said to have seen the murderer! What's called the Tin Man?"

"That's a detective working for Lord Durin," Melissa corrected.

"But he killed so many people!" roared the white-haired old man.

"No one saw the murder," Melissa added.

"He has a new gun that Durin made for him!" The white-haired old man pointed at the shell casings on the ground. "These are all steel shells! Only Durin knows how to use them!"

"Are you going to capture the Tin Man by yourself, or are you going to capture Lord Durin by yourself in the Everburning Fortress, Count Carl?" Royce stood up.

"You old dog! Don't think I have to listen to you just because you saved my life!" Facing Royce, the white-haired old man lost his temper mid-sentence. "My third son is dead! Died in his secret room! Damn it, I don't even know who killed him without the coordinates!"

"Count Karl, I know you are very sad, but to be honest, what makes you saddest is that your child died. You don't really care about these things." Royce pointed to the corpse that had just been carried over.

"...But now the tin man is the only suspect who could have killed my son. I must catch him! Where are he?" The white-haired old man nodded.

"No one can find him. You said your child died in a secret room that can't be located without coordinates. If he is the murderer, then his attainments in spatial magic are probably greater than those of all of us here combined. How can we ordinary mortals possibly catch him?" Royce said as he took out a silver cigarette case. "This is a birthday gift from Lord Durin for this old dog. Have one too."

"...How did you get to know Du Lin?" the white-haired old man asked after a moment of silence.

"When he went to Copenhagen to study, he happened to encounter a bank robbery, the one that has not been solved to this day. He happened to be in the car, and we met. I even asked him questions."

"You old dog, you've always had good luck. You're really lucky to have lived to the age where I call you old dog," the white-haired old man said, then took a cigarette. "I know this isn't your fault. That guy called Tin Man doesn't look like much, but to be favored by Du Lin and to serve him, he must have abilities and skills we don't know about." He took out his lighter and lit Royce's cigarette first, then his own. Finally, he looked at Melissa and said, "I'm leaving now."

"The Vincent family is a bit strange. As long as their children are not truly dead, they can be resurrected. I believe this time is the same." Melissa said this and turned to look at Royce: "You saved his life, but I have never heard your big mouth say that."

"We were classmates when we were young. One day while we were swimming, his leg cramped, and I rescued him." At this point, Royce noticed the young man who had walked in and the old man behind him. "You're from the Art Academy, right? Come, take a look at this painting. Do you think you recognize it?"

"Of course I know him." The old elf before them chuckled. "Ever since Lord Durin showed it, a large number of people have been learning to paint this kind of painting. It's a very good ink style, and it also deconstructs light and shadow. Who is the artist?"

he asked.

Royce and Melissa looked at each other.

Finally, the chief inspector coughed dryly and said, "It's the murderer."

………………

At this time, Du Lin was already sitting in the coffee pot, drinking coffee as a rabbit messenger.

Du Lin had recorded the soul wavelength of the young man he had killed before - he didn't shoot him in the head because Du Lin felt that if the owner of this stronghold, Count Carl Vincent, really had the old technology to resurrect people, then this half-step legendary wizard would definitely be on the resurrection list.

Next, he just needs to detect the soul of this wavelength to confirm whether he has really been resurrected.

If there is no resurrection, then Durin will need to investigate through other means - at least not in such a high-profile manner like this time.

If he really resurrected, all he had to do was tell the Clegane family this information - it was up to them to do what they wanted, and Durin had already investigated it clearly anyway.

Of course, if they are willing to pay more, Du Lin doesn't mind helping them conduct a more detailed investigation - such as what kind of young people the Constance family has been close to recently, and then find an opportunity to seduce them and ask them clearly to find out.

It’s a Black Ops after all, so it’s a shame that we can’t do it with much fanfare.

I understand what you mean. If it were somewhere else, you would have just come and killed me.

In response to Eleven's question, Du Lin nodded as a matter of course.

Of course, I'm going to punch that Carl Vincent into a pig's head and then ask him what his little secret is.

Having said that, Du Lin sat up straight because he saw the young man across the street through the door.

He had short gray hair and a pale face. He was standing at the door watching as the body of the third young master of the Vincent family was loaded onto the hearse.

It’s really awesome! He has been resurrected, and his soul and spirit are in harmony. This body must have been cloned.

The scan of Daju also gave us the answer - from a biological point of view, he should be the younger brother of the guy we killed, about eleven or twelve years old.

I heard that Count Vincent is already eighty-seven years old...

The meaning of Du Lin's words is very simple.

He didn't believe it.

(End of this chapter)