Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 165 Times have changed

Moritia pushed open the study door.

Before he opened the door, he had a bad feeling because the smell of blood inside the door was very strong.

Jason once served in the Marine Corps, whether it was shooting or close combat, he was one of the best among his men.

But when he pushed open the door of the room, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

The chair was broken, and Jason was lying on the floor in a large font. The bronze floor had already been soaked in blood, and the huge gap on the back of his neck was shocking.

Moritia squatted down and turned Jason's body over. The clothes were intact. The back of the neck should be the only fatal injury. There was a bruise on his forehead, which should have been caused by hitting the head with a chair. A similar wound to the nape of the neck, which should have been made before the attack on the nape of the neck.

The general situation of the scene was already clear to Moritia.

The chair was broken.

When a person encounters danger, he will explode with nearly ten times the normal strength.

Jason's gun was still in the holster, and the safety was not even turned on. In other words, the situation at that time could only be dangerous for Elizabeth, but it was definitely not close to the point of death, so the theory of explosive power was not valid.

Judging in this way, Elizabeth's simple arm strength should already be greater than that of ordinary men.

After reaching this conclusion, Moritia must admit that he somewhat underestimated the noble lady who ran to his office every day.

For the first time in his life, Moritia felt that things were out of his control.

The most famous consulting detective in London, the eldest lady of Elizabeth's family, the most powerful arms dealer in Europe, these people are all on the opposite side of themselves, and there is also the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in the dungeon today. never seen.

Howard's life and death are unknown. Moritia was standing at the door at the time, but he was also dressed as a waiter.

Howard did fall under the Hidden Gun, but who can be sure that it is the real Howard?He can fool Sherlock with a double, so why can't that old fox fool him with a double?

Moritia's identity in front of the world is a professor of astronomy and a university lecturer. He has no way to personally check the authenticity of the fallen body.

Jason had always been the person he trusted the most, and he didn't expect to die so easily.

Things are getting more interesting.

Moritia stood up and closed the door of the study. Let the owner of the castle worry about the corpse.

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That night, London police station.

Detective Lei looked at the man in front of him who was flipping through the files.

This guy came to the police station two days ago. Although the police force in London is generally not high, no one has ever dared to break into the police station alone. After all, they have guns in their hands, no matter how good they are. With the gun on, nine lives are not enough to die.

But the man in front of him just did it.

The scene of him severing bullets with a tactical knife two days ago still echoes in his mind.

Is his police officer too good?Or have times changed?

The entire police station was overthrown with just a tactical knife, and everyone in No. 203 was convinced of this. When Inspector Lei asked about the man's purpose, he only said that he wanted to see the case file.

So, the man stayed in his office for two days and two nights.

He only knew the man's surname Duan, where he came from, where he was going, and what his full name was.

"I said...Brother Duan, you have been looking for me for two days. If you want to find something, you can tell your brothers and we will help you find it."

Duan Chenyang raised his head and glanced at the inspector who was standing hunched over by his side, and said, "I don't want to look for it myself, but your understanding of elves in this era is too weak, and the police officers you raise may not The names of the three families can’t be called out, and I guess I have to look through the files I’ve found, so I might as well do it myself.”

"Inspector Lei, you don't have to be so cautious, this is your office, you can take whatever seat you want."

Inspector Lei was flattered and sat down in his seat, thinking, how dare I sit if you don't ask me?

"Brother Duan, there are at least tens of thousands of files in my police station. You may not be able to read them all in a month. You should tell us what to look for. Although we don't understand, blind cats can still meet dead mice. ?”

"Where did you learn that proverb?"

"The bureau has imprisoned many smugglers from other places, and I learned from them." Inspector Lei said.

"Smuggling?" Duan Chenyang pondered for a while.

It's the end of the nineteenth century, the beginning of the twentieth century, and the smugglers...

Duan Chenyang said: "They were all coerced. You guys in Europe haven't done anything good in this era. If you meet someone like this in the future, just release them after two days."

"Yes, I listen to you."

Duan Chenyang rubbed his brows and said: "I'm really tired of looking, and what you said makes sense. I've read the illustrated book in your police station. What I'm looking for is an elf named Celebi. You don’t have any at all. In this way, I don’t worry about your subordinates. You help me find them yourself. Find out everything related to the disappearance of people. List the elves or green things that you saw when you disappeared, and fossils. Find the relevant ones too!"

"Detective! Something happened to Mr. Howard! The Duke of York reported the case, and the body has already been delivered." A young police detective pushed the door and said.

"Howard? Which Howard? What are you doing in a hurry? Slow down, wait... The Grand Duke of York? What the hell! Where is the body?! Take me there!"

Duan Chenyang put down the case file in his hand a little tiredly.

Howard?

do not know.

But it's time for him to go out and relax. He really doesn't like these 19th century police detectives. To be honest, any graduate he can drag from anywhere is better than these guys.

Qin Yu'er and Ning De have no news so far, so there is no danger, Qin Yu'er doesn't know about it, but Ning De is definitely fine.

Duan Chenyang walked out of Inspector Lei's office and followed the two anxious people.

There are two corpses in the morgue, one has a hole in the heart and a gunshot wound, and the other has a large piece missing from the back of the neck, which is a bit miserable...

Duan Chenyang commented silently in his heart, the one with the gunshot wound in the heart was more advanced, the one that directly exploded the heart, the one who shot must be a Lianjiazi.

The one next to him was a bit miserable. Duan Chenyang took a pair of gloves from the coroner's pocket, put them on by himself, and pulled at the location of his wound.

This is......

Must kill front teeth?

Tsk tsk...the mouth is a bit harsh.

Detective Lei watched Duan Chenyang inspect the corpse familiarly, he and the coroner didn't dare to speak, they just waited quietly in front of this plague god.

"The first one died 4 hours ago, the second one was a little earlier, about an hour, and the blood didn't run dry. You can handle the first one yourself. I can tell you the cause of the second one. This guy was killed by a Lada bit off the spine, don't ask me what Lada is, go to the illustrated book by yourself.

Inspector Lei, can I go with you during the on-site inspection?Don't worry, I'm a professional, and I won't spoil the scene. Oh, yes, I haven't told you about it since I've been here for so long. In fact, the two of us are considered colleagues. "

The second update, good night to everyone who stayed up late.

(End of this chapter)