Guild Boss's Ambition

According to the symptoms Ehad described earlier, she, who had the impulse to eat humans, was naturally one of the suspects in the predatory murder case. Due to the huge unknowns in her bloodline, no matter how kind and docile she was in the past, all the information she provided just now was only for reference and needed to be verified from multiple sources, so it could not be believed as the truth.

This heart-hunting murder case is not an easy one to solve.

The current death toll stands at seven.

According to the traces at the scene, the murderer actually took very short time to act. Except for a small amount of fighting at Dancer Jeff's apartment on March 2, the other victims were killed by the murderer with one blow. The crime scenes were all remote places, and no witnesses have appeared so far.

At this stage, we have not found any commonality among the deceased.

The Procuratorate currently classifies this case as a random homicide.

The city of Mopolis is not big, but it is not small either. The hope of finding the murderer in such a huge crowd of people is very slim.

If the murderer never shows up again, the case may be left unresolved.

After setting up the barrier against Ehard, I sat at the desk in her room and opened the notebook I had used to organize reconnaissance data for the past two days to the first page. To be honest, I don't really like this type of time-consuming and laborious work, but since this was Uru's commission, I had to accept it with a smile.

The goal of the mission is to defeat the murderer, but in fact, just finding the murderer is already very difficult.

No matter how skilled a detective is, if there are not enough clues at the scene, he will not be able to complete the reasoning to the end.

But as a mage, I do know some unconventional methods.

The victims of the murders had one thing in common.

They were all killed by having their hearts dug out while they were still alive.

There is a commonly used tracking magic that can use blood to find blood.

I collected some blood samples from all seven deceased persons.

I found a plate filled with clean water and dropped the dancer Rijif's blood onto the center of the water in the plate.

Under the effect of tracking magic, the blood that fell on the water surface would split into tiny blood threads according to the location of other Rijef blood to indicate the direction. First, the blood bead split into a vermilion thread to the south, pointing to the test tube containing the Rijef sample. I tried to move the test tube, and the split red thread followed the test tube and ran to the corresponding direction.

Tracking magic is working the right way.

Next, a second thread spread out from Zhijiev's blood, and the new red line pointed to 27 degrees southeast, which was the inspection room where Zhijiev's body was kept.

Next is the third red line, which points to the scene of the murder, Jeff's apartment.

Then, something strange happened.

The silk thread in the water basin kept splitting into red lines, countless red lines pointing in different directions, and finally formed a circular pattern that was larger than the blood bead itself. This state was not because the tracking magic had failed, but because Zhijief's blood had been spread throughout the city of Mopolis, and his blood could be found in almost every direction.

I tried the same tracking magic on the blood of other dead people.

The result was the same, their blood filled every direction.

The murderer knew about the existence of blood-tracking magics and had taken precautions against them.

This proves that the murderer is intelligent and very familiar with the tracking methods commonly used by the Inspection Office.

"Interesting, maybe an unexpectedly fun game?"

I put away the blood samples of the dead with a smile, and took out the clothing fibers of the dead instead.

Using the same principle as testing their blood, I also tested their clothing fibers.

The result was exactly the same as the blood tracing. The fibers of the deceased's clothing had already been scattered everywhere by the murderer.

"No wonder every piece of clothing has a missing corner. It turns out they are used for anti-tracking. You must be an expert──"

I tried all kinds of tracking magic in the night, but I still couldn't track the murderer. There was no trace of the souls of the dead on the bodies of the victims or at the crime scene. I didn't know if they all disappeared naturally by chance, or if someone made them disappear deliberately to keep their mouths shut?

The idea of ​​the Soul Eater naturally came to my mind.

"No, no, no. Simple Holy Word magic can drive away the dead souls. It is magic that ordinary people can learn."

"..."

After getting my body back from Lila, I changed it from full lich back to half lich. Even though the combat capability is not as strong as full lich, the physique of half lich is closer to that of humans. For example, when I feel excited, as long as I don't deliberately close my eyes, the hairs on my skin will stand straight up and my body temperature will increase slightly.

After the tracking was fruitless, I returned my target to the first crime scene.

Zhijiefu's apartment is the only private space among the many crime scenes.

Unless they are Rijief's acquaintances or have Rijief's permission, no one else would enter or leave his apartment.

The one who discovered that Zef was dead was his girlfriend, Lola, who was in the same Adventurer's Guild as him.

The discovery was made in the early morning of March 2nd. Laura claimed that she had the habit of sharing breakfast with Jeff.

Laura said she had a key to Jeff's apartment, but when she opened the door, the closed door was not locked.

None of Jeff's neighbors noticed anyone entering or leaving his apartment on the day of the incident.

Through my own field investigation, I found that the windows of Zhijiev's apartment showed signs of damage. The glass of one of the windows on the second floor was shattered by someone knocking from the outside to the inside. Residents in the nearby area also said that they had heard the sound of glass breaking, but because it was late at night and the sound was faint, they thought they had heard it wrong.

In addition, the place where Zhijiefu died was the living room.

On the living room table there was an empty bottle of vodka and a glass with half a glass of wine left.

According to Laura, Jeff is not a good drinker and doesn't like vodka.

Laura has been dating Jeff for six years and thinks she knows Jeff very well.

Because of Laura's testimony, I found a set of sixteen glass cups in the kitchen cabinet. Fifteen of them had a very slight smell of wine, and only the one placed at the innermost had the smell of vodka.

From this, it can be inferred that before Zhijiefu's death, he was drinking with someone.

Who could it be? The murderer? I don't know.

But judging from the position of the cleaned wine glass, the man who was drinking with Rijiev obviously did not want others to know that he had visited Rijiev's room, because the smell of vodka on the wine glass was so faint that I had to use the Eye of Truth to confirm the smell. The murderer should have done more than just rinse it with water.

It seems that the sacred purification technique can effectively remove the odor from objects.

Of course, since it's not magic specifically used for cleaning, there will still be a little invisible residue.

Not to mention possessing the Eye of Truth, even few people know about it. This vodka glass is very likely a flaw left by the murderer, but it cannot be completely ruled out that this is a trap set up by the other party to presume the existence of the Eye of Truth.

In addition, I also collected some hair in Jeff's room. This was certainly not a pleasant experience, especially when the owner of the house did not like to clean and was extremely promiscuous. The types of hair were even more numerous. According to the information fed back by the Eye of Truth, there were at least seventy female and twenty male vaginas.

Today Jeff is still a sinful man.

However, that's not the way to say it. Although Jeff's affair is despicable, Laura is not that clean either.

That woman's every word and action was full of hypocrisy.

After sorting out all the threads, a contradiction emerged.

"If the murderer of Rijef was the person who drank with Rijef, then why was the window cut?"

"Did the murderer want to create the illusion that an illegal intruder attacked and killed Jijifu?"

"But in fact, she entered the apartment through the main door and then killed the owner of the apartment?"

"Who was the person drinking with Rijifu? Is he the same person who smashed the glass window on the second floor?"

"Hmm... there are no more strings."

"The only way is to start investigating the people that Rijifu had contact with that day?"

I closed my notes dejectedly and looked at President Ehard on the bed. I didn't notice any unusual changes in the sleeping girl. Out of curiosity to find out the truth, I sent a floating letter to Heloise in the next room to ask for help. She immediately agreed to help me take care of Ehard temporarily, and came to the president's bedroom to take over my position.

That night, I left the stone house and went to the vicinity of Jijifu's residence.

Even though he was alone, the murderer did not come to attack me, the investigator.

Since the murderer doesn't want to stop me from investigating him, I have no choice but to find out his true identity by myself.

I found a female earthbound spirit who died young near Rijiev's residence. After a very pleasant and interesting negotiation, I got the information I wanted from her. On the night of the incident, she saw Rijiev returning to the apartment with a young girl. As for more detailed information, the earthbound spirit lady said that she did not pay special attention to it.

I asked the girl who was traveling with me some more in-depth questions.

Miss Earthbound Spirit only remembered that she was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with blonde hair and red eyes, and was very beautiful. She could not recall the rest of her clothes or anything like that. Even when I later invaded her memory and searched it, I could only come to the same conclusion.

I continued searching the area for evidence the rest of the night, returning to the stone house at dawn.

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9. I have a friend (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

March 19th, the weather is very good today, very suitable for drying quilts.

I specially made the bed during the lunch break. The smell of the sun on the new sheets and thin quilt gave me an ordinary sense of happiness. Lian'er, who had just returned from studying in the bell tower, immediately lay down on the bed happily and fell asleep. Did Xiaoban, the modified dog who always accompanied the girl, go for a stroll outside the stone house?

However, given Xiaoban's strength, no one would dare to hurt him.

We also put a dog tag on it so that if anything happens, we can track the situation immediately.

After tidying up the room beautifully, I returned to my work humming a cheerful tune.

Then I saw that damn winner in life eating his even more delicious wife’s lunch box.

Mr. Nanbert's actual age seems to be about the same as mine before I traveled through time, both in their early thirties. Why is he so successful in his career? Why does he have a bunny girl who looks like she grew up on preservatives to serve him every day when he returns home? And why did God suddenly turn me into a twelve-year-old girl when I was thirty, the golden age?

"Is it fair?!"

I cursed inwardly at all the winners in the world for not having toilet paper when they went to the bathroom, and then secretly stuffed a collection of beauties into Mr. Nanbert's briefcase when he wasn't noticing. However, my little action was immediately discovered by the dog man who was suspected of reading with his penis, which led to a very helpless sigh.

"Ah... Miss Lannong, may I ask how I have offended you?"

"No, isn't it very common for men and women to send each other photo albums?"

"Please don't fool me, please, Miss Lannon."

"Forget it, if you don't like the photo album, forget it. You are such a cowardly man."

I sat down with a pout, and began to sort out some documents that had piled up since the morning. Since my skills had been honed to a very high level by Hai Lao, I only took ten minutes to finish this one-hour job. I used the rest of the time to review the information on monsters and adventurers, and occasionally assist Mr. Nanbert in serving the adventurers who came to visit.

Since Mr. Nanbert is a very nice person, the adjustment period at work was over quickly. After that, I had more and more free time, so the idea of ​​internship experience came to my mind again.

Just as I was looking for a suitable task in the task list, a little blonde and blue-eyed loli shyly appeared in front of us, as if she had something she wanted to ask us.

Mr. Numbert looked over at me.

What kind of look is that? Why does a loli have to take care of another loli?

And if we distinguish by age, I am a twelve-year-old almost thirteen-year-old loli! I am completely different from the ten-year-old loli in front of the counter!

I think you can make people let down their guard just by saying hello. Do you think I'm the protagonist in some harem novel?

What? Mr. Nanbert, what's that look?

Are you questioning me? Do you mean that lolita can definitely communicate with other lolita?

Asshole! I won't let you look down on Lolita! I won't let you look down on the ecology among Lolita!

Even though they are both lolita, the difference of two years may be wider than the Somali Trench. When the eight-year-old lolita is still discussing which elf is cuter, the ten-year-old lolita is already thinking about which fairy tale princess she will become in the future. And when the ten-year-old lolita is fantasizing about which prince charming she will choose in the future, the twelve-year-old lolita has already started hunting in her class.

"Eh? Wait, I'm an uncle, not a loli!"

I was acting out a crazy little drama in my mind when I was suddenly shocked by the shocking reality.

Then……

I gave a gentle smile to the girl in front of me who was about ten years old, resigned to my fate.

The effect was very good. I easily removed the Loli's guard and attracted her to our place.

It would be easy for me to kidnap a little loli (get beaten).

"No...excuse me...excuse me..."

The little girl who came to the counter stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

If the little girl went to school, her Chinese teacher would definitely be crying.

In order to prevent the little girl from being unable to speak due to nervousness and wasting other customers' time, I pulled the blonde little girl away from the counter to a deserted place to create an environment where she could talk in peace.

"Okay, there's no one else here, you can relax a little. Even if you say something wrong, I won't eat you."

"Sister, will...will she eat people?"

After hearing what I said, the little girl gave me a frightened look.

I didn't expect my joke would be misunderstood, so I quickly made corrections: "No, I won't eat people! No matter what, I won't eat people. My name is Ulu-Lan Nong, and you can call me Xiao Lan."

"My name is Zifeng. Hello, Sister Xiaolan."

This girl named Zifeng looked a little weak, and was dressed in coarse linen clothes like a commoner. She was probably a child living nearby.