Mage Joan

Joan leaned close to Karl, stroking the hairy forehead of the police dog with scaled hands.

Karl enjoyed his caress, whining happily, shaking the lush mane around his neck, raising his tongue and spitting out his tongue, and licking it intimately in Joan's palm.

Even though there was a layer of scales, Joan still felt a little itching in his palm and couldn't help laughing. Hold the neck of the police dog and kiss on the forehead.

The detective heard the screaming laughter of the lizardmen, turned his head and looked over, just to see Joan kissing the police dog.

The lizardman grinned his mouth wide, his mouth full of fangs reflected the shining cold light in the sunlight, as if chewing Carl's head, the scene was a bit scary.

"You two naughty imp, have a good time!" Mr. Pinkerton lit a pipe of cigarette and said angrily, "Now it's not time to play, we have to hurry up and start work."

Joan reluctantly let go of Carl and got up and asked, "Mr. Pinkerton, you came to such a desolate place far away, what are you going to do?"

"This is where the last homicide occurred."

Mr. Pinkerton took a deep breath and then added:

"It's not necessarily accurate to say that, because I don't know if this is the first crime scene. In short, Harel Lancashire's body was found near here."

"When the body of this timber merchant was found, he was swollen with mud and water, and his face was unclear. Unless he was carrying a gold watch with an inscription, the local police detective could not distinguish his identity."

"Although many days have passed since the incident, if we are lucky, we might find some valuable clues."

Mr. Pinkerton's nostrils were billowing thick smoke, like a human dragon.

"Come on, Karl, you know what to do!"

The police dog growled, buried his head and sniffed in the wetlands overgrown with water, seemingly searching for an unusual smell.

Joan could not help worrying secretly.

The murder case has been in the past for many days. During the period, there is not a lot of wind and rain. What clues can be left to search?

But when I thought about it, Carl was not an ordinary hound after all, maybe I could find something valuable.

The result did not disappoint him.

Within ten minutes, Karl stopped and barked at the grass.

Joan and Ted glanced at each other, and hurried past, plucked away the grass, a black object caught in his eyes.

The detective put on his gloves, carefully holding the black object, and after a little observation, a sudden look appeared.

"It's a half spear or javelin, voila, here is the spearhead."

Joan followed Mr. Pinkerton's instructions and observed the obsidian tip firmly tied to the front of the broken wooden rod with a thin leather rope, frowning.

"This is the weapon?"

"Mostly."

Mr. Pinkerton handed the half spear to the police dog and motioned for Carl to sniff the obsidian head.

"If this is a murder weapon, the workmanship is too rough."

Joan touched his chin and pondered reasoning.

"The murderer doesn't have to kill him with such a simple weapon, unless he has a special hobby... or comes from a barbaric tribe, and the level of civilization is still in the Stone Age."

"Or the murderer suspected and tried to lead the police astray."

Mr. Pinkerton added a possibility and gave Joan a meaningful look.

"Your mentor, Professor Moriarty, is the best at this kind of false and real tricks. Have you heard of the ancient curse of the Queen?"

"In my opinion, this suspicious case that has not yet been revealed to the truth, if it is Professor Moriarty's masterpiece, is a tomb gang under his guidance."

"Mr. Professor and his party, made an essay on the ancient female body excavated from the pyramid, which convinced the public and the police to believe that the members of the archaeological team went crazy one by one because they broke into the tomb of the ancient queen, Suffering revenge from the Queen’s mummies and dying of curse, thus covering the criminal facts of the theft of ancient cultural relics by tomb robbers."

"You are going too far, Mr. Pinkerton, and you suspect that my mentor is involved in criminal operations, is there any real evidence?" Qiao Anzheng asked.

"This..." Mr. Detective scratched his head embarrassedly. "If there is any real evidence, I would have arrested the old fox."

"Since there is no evidence, it is better to make less speculation. You are a detective. You should know that it is also an offence to slander and defame people's reputation." Qiao An said angrily.

"Huh! Damn little devil, like your tutor, he is very clever and has no mouth to spare!"

Mr. Pinkerton murmured sadly.

At this moment, the police dog Karl suddenly roared, seeming to find important clues.

Mr. Pinkerton quickly turned his head to look at Carl, and seemed to be in spiritual communication with his "animal partner", then nodded thoughtfully.

"Anything new?" Joan asked eagerly.

"Karl found residual blood on the gun head, which should be human blood."

"Blood stains..."

Joan stared at the muddy spearhead, his eyes blank, and there was no trace of blood at all.

"It can't be seen just by looking at it, but we can use the "chaser mirror" to do a test."

Mr. Pinkerton touched the storage bag and took out a small slap box, which looked like a metal container for a portable razor. There was a small mirror inside the lid.

With his dagger, he carefully scraped off the mud on the gun head, smeared it in the mirror box, and chanted the mantra in a low voice.

"Tana!"

Joan immediately heard that "Tana" is an ancient elven word, symbolizing "display" and "indication", and is usually used by mages as a starting spell for various types of detection magic in the "prophecy school."

At the next moment when Mr. Detective chanted the spell, the mirror box showed a silver magic glory, and the mirror surface was like a lake surface blown by the wind, with silver ripples.

Joan's eyes widened in curiosity, paying close attention to this magical "magic guide", what would happen next.

When the mirror calmed down, Ted Pinkerton took a deep breath and asked Shen Sheng in the mirror box.

"who are you?"

The silver mirror flickered slightly, and lines of blood-colored texture appeared immediately afterwards...

The scarlet texture seems to be fiddled with a pair of invisible clever hands, quickly forming a string of clear letters, which are concatenated into the words of the human common language, and they are displayed in the center of the mirror, showing the name of a man:

Harel Lancashire.

...

Joan was taken aback!

Harel Lancashire, isn't it the name of the dead?

It seems that Mr. Pinkerton's magic guide can trace its origins according to the blood stains smeared on the mirror surface.

In fact, the magic of "chasing the mirror" is far more than that.

Next, Mr. Pinkerton asked three questions in succession.

"What is your identity?"

"Why are you bleeding here?"

"When did you bleed?"

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