Mage Joan

"Over the past two months, including the Harel Lancashire case, there have been three similar cases around this wetland."

"The three victims were all male travelers who came alone to the hot spring resort. On the day of the murder, they all left the "Happy Palace Hotel" at dusk, and somehow went to the wilderness alone."

The detective smoked his pipe and analyzed calmly.

"Coincidentally, I found that between the first and second cases, and between the second and third cases, there were 21 days apart."

"Although I can't believe that the murderer committed the crime according to a specific time period, but this possibility is not ruled out, more coincidentally... today is the 21st day from the night when Harel Lancashire was killed. ."

Is this a coincidence, or is there a certain pattern?

Joan initially preferred the former.

After all, there are only three cases. As a statistical sample, there are really too few. The so-called "crime cycle" summed up from it is simply not enough to be trusted.

But suddenly, Joan remembered another thing and couldn't help shivering!

"Mr. Pinkerton, you just reminded me of what you just said! According to the literature, the calendar used by the Numa Toad is very different from the calendar that we commonly use for humans. Only 21 days."

Ted Pinkerton's face changed slightly, holding a pipe, and looked at the gradually sloping westward sun.

"It seems that we have little time left to solve the case."

Joan was also uneasy and vaguely felt that something was going to happen tonight.

At this moment, bark came from behind.

Joan's spirit rose, and he jumped up quickly.

"Karl is back!"

"This kid, I ran out for more than an hour before I came back. It's really good to wait!"

Mr. Pinkerton stood up with a smile.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and Karl went out to wander for almost an hour and a half.

Joan Pingcun quickly walked down the slope, eyes staring at the police dog from far and near, but the expectations in their eyes quickly turned into disappointment.

Carl is back, but his mouth is empty, nothing.

"Old man, did you find the second half of the spear?"

Ted Pinkerton forced the disappointment to ask the police dog.

Carl shook his head, seeming to think the matter was insignificant, turned around and ran a few steps towards him, then turned back and yelled at the owner and Joan, his eyes full of eagerness.

"What's the matter with Karl?" Joan was unclear.

"It seems to be urging us...to follow it."

Mr. Pinkerton stroked the stubble chin and murmured in a low voice.

"Then let's go quickly! Karl won't run out for so long, he must have found the doubt deep in the swamp!"

Joan couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes and hurried towards the police dog.

"I hope so."

The professional experience accumulated over the years of investigating the case made Ted Pinkerton smell a sign of danger.

He quickly inspected the revolver he was wearing and confirmed that the magazine was full of lead bullets. He then raised his cane and strode to Karl and Joan who had ran away.

Carl led the way ahead, stopped and stopped, and sometimes bowed his head to sniff.

Joan Pingcun immediately followed the police dog and went deep into the swamp from east to west.

Two people and one dog, trekking in the muddy swamp for nearly an hour. When the sun was setting, Carl finally stopped and yelled at the dense grass in front, looking a little nervous.

Joan hurried up, gently stroked the dog's neck and calmed Cal.

Looking in the direction of Carl's glare, there are endless wetland plants growing on the water, tall reeds and cattails like dense forest, low-rise onions and rushes.

The lush vegetation covered with thick green eyes blocked Joan's sight, and he could not see what dangerous things were hidden deep in the grass, so that Carl was like an enemy. Dayton leads here.

Ted Pinkerton felt the storage bag, and there was a copper-shell telescope in his hand.

He observed the movements in the water and grass through the telescope, and his face looked strange afterwards.

"Mr. Pinkerton, what did you see?" Joan asked in a low voice.

"Look for yourself."

The detective handed the telescope to the juvenile mage with high curiosity.

Joan's eyes were already good. His eyes looked through the "eightfold mirror" in his hand, and he soon noticed that there were many huge black shadows lying deep in the grass.

A gust of wind blew past, and the grasses turned their heads.

In the short gap between the water and grass, Joan's vision became extraordinarily wide, and finally he could see the whole picture of the monsters lurking in the grass.

They look like huge toads. They are a lot taller than adults. The slippery gray ridges are lumpy tumors. They secrete brown mucus that makes the scalp tingling. The abdomen is milky white, following the rhythm of breathing , Sometimes bulging, sometimes calming down.

Joan raised his eyebrows in surprise, carefully observed these giant toads through a telescope, visually inspecting no fewer than ten heads, forming a circle in the water and grass, all **** toward the inside of the circle, looking like a guard on duty.

At this moment, a water bird fluttered its wings, landed on the reed stick, twisted its head to pick its feathers with a pointed beak, but did not pay attention, just in the grass fifteen feet away, a giant toad was already eyeing it.

The eye of the giant toad close to the side of the waterbird turns slightly, and then adjusts the squat position silently, pointing the wide mouth at the waterbird standing high, and suddenly opens his mouth, and a red flashes in his mouth. Light.

Joan had been staring at the giant toad intently, but he still couldn't see its predatory movements. He only felt that there was a flower in front of him, the water bird had disappeared out of thin air, and only the reed stick it had just placed was still swaying in the wind.

Suddenly, Joan turned the telescope to the mouth of the giant toad, and had no time to see the small shadow in its unclosed mouth shaking, obviously the water bird that had just been sucked by his tongue, even miserable. It was too late to be swallowed by the monster.

During this brief observation period, Joan also noticed a strange thing!

Generally speaking, the big difference between frogs and toads is that the former has good teeth development, and can eat hard foods like "bone", such as various snails and birds; while the latter has no real teeth at all, Can only prey on mollusks or insects.

But the giant toad that hunted the waterbirds just now had sharp teeth arranged tightly in the upper and lower jaws!

Joan can only think that these giant toad recipes are already different from their smaller distant relatives.

In order to fill their stomachs, giant toads must capture larger prey, such as beasts and birds, and thus evolved developed teeth suitable for chewing muscles and bones.

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