First Wizarding World War

In other words, the handling of cases in this era was very rough and there was no professionalism to speak of.

It is said that the case-solving rate of the Patrol Army is less than 3%. Theft cases rely heavily on private detectives, while robbery, kidnapping, and homicide cases almost all rely on private rewards.

It is better than a society without laws, but not much better. It is a rough legal society that is not so pleasant.

The Patrol Army hurriedly evacuated the apartment, invited Charlotte to a carriage, and rushed to the Patrol Army's office.

Charlotte thought secretly in the carriage: "I lost a few expensive ornaments, worth one or two crowns, but the probability of the murderer taking them away is relatively low. On the contrary, the possibility of being robbed by someone is higher."

"As for the murder case itself, Miss Menilman must not know it anyway."

Charlotte rubbed her eyebrows, feeling very troubled.

A man and a woman came to the door, and there was a fight, and even murder. Even if you are not a logical private detective, you can easily guess that this case is probably related to the private life of the man and the woman.

Charlotte, himself!

I am afraid that he is still a less glorious member of the triangle relationship.

Menilman had a fiancé like Zimmerman Axel Robin, and he must hate playboy men. He will never allow a scumbag like his ex-fiancé to work under him. Once the matter is made public, even if he can get out of this scandal, I am afraid he will lose his job.

This is not the earth, and the employees of the imperial government are not civil servants who cannot be fired at will in the future.

Menilman only needs one sentence to make Charlotte lose her well-paid job, and even make him unable to work in the government sequence again.

"This is also a wake-up call. I will get rid of the multi-headed flail as soon as possible, then buy a house somewhere else, move out of the Alexandria area, and break away from my previous social relationships."

Charlotte rubbed her eyebrows and sorted out her social relationships.

Charlotte Mecklen's friendships are weak. There are almost no people who can be called good friends. She has a casual relationship with everyone.

His parents are both businessmen, quite wealthy, and have sufficient financial resources. Charlotte can go to Sheffield University, which depends on the financial support of the family.

Now Charlotte's father, because of his worsening health, gradually transferred the business to his eldest son, that is, Charlotte's brother.

This brother is very wary of him and has advised his father several times: "Give Charlotte a fortune and let him give up the inheritance rights."

As long as she survives a few years and her parents pass away, Charlotte can legitimately part ways with her brother's family and never have any contact with them until death.

The only thing that was still tied to him was Charlotte's sister. The two siblings had a very close relationship, but the sister married far away and they had few opportunities to visit each other.

Apart from this brother and sister, Charlotte had no more direct relatives, but he had a fiancée, and the wedding date was even on the agenda, which made him a little embarrassed.

"I heard that my fiancée was very dissatisfied with this marriage and had been making a fuss about breaking off the engagement several times. You can try to add fuel to the flames."

The carriage soon arrived at the office of the patrol army. It was an independent small building on the street, three stories high, full of Sherlock style, an old building from the previous dynasty, and had a lot of historical vicissitudes.

The routine questioning ended quickly.

Charlotte also confirmed the identity of the man and woman who broke into her apartment.

They were a couple, named Yang Mills. He didn't know the gentleman, but he had some unspeakable relationship with Mrs. Yang Mills.

As for how Mr. Yang Mills discovered the intimate relationship between his wife and Charlotte, and came to the door, and killed his wife in the quarrel and tearing, it is another sad story.

It was also fortunate that Charlotte was lingering in the weapons market at that time, otherwise it would be difficult to end the matter.

The patrol army recorded Charlotte's description, put it into the archives as an auxiliary file, and issued a wanted order for Mr. Yang Mills, and the matter was completely settled.

The wanted order of the patrol army generally does not have a reward, and there are few good citizens who love life to help the patrol army catch fugitives.

Whether it is the Fars Empire or other countries, including several dynasties that destroyed the country in the past, there have been news that wanted orders have been issued for decades, and finally the wanted criminal himself was found to be living leisurely in his own home, working as usual, and everything was normal.

The legal atmosphere of this era is so absurd.

After leaving the office of the patrol army, Charlotte was exhausted physically and mentally. Although he was not a suspect in this case, he was still in a very low mood. He didn't expect his new life to be full of twists and turns. He had just been promoted and had a pay raise, but in the blink of an eye, he was involved in a murder case.

He rushed back to the savings association apartment and gave a two-centimeter tip to Mary, the maid who helped him look after the house. In this era, two centimes was already a very generous tip.

With the help of the administrator, he hurriedly moved to a suite on the fourth floor.

He moved to the new room, lay on the sofa, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt hungry.

Charlotte glanced at the sky and was sure that if she went out at this time, she would not be able to find a shop open, so she could only make another pot of food she had eaten a few days ago.

The taste was as hard to describe as before.

After eating, Charlotte lay on the bed, subconsciously touched the diary, and then put it aside. Although he knew that the original owner's diary would help him understand his new identity, he avoided items related to the evil god like snakes and scorpions, which was very contradictory.

Charlotte began to think seriously and decided to plan her life in this life.

"Tomorrow I will ask Senior Menilman for another day off."

"First sell the multi-headed flail, move to another place, and then buy some clothes."

Charlotte threw all the blood-stained clothes, whether they were her own or those women's clothes, to the maid Mary when she moved, and did not keep them, so she was now in short supply of daily clothes and the necessary men's dresses.

Charlotte thought of moving, and couldn't help searching for memories about the upper seventh district.

The house prices in the Val d'Oise district were too expensive, and the Alexandria district could definitely not continue to live, and these two districts had to be given up first.

The other three districts were not among the choices, they were relatively far away, and it was too inconvenient to go to work in the Marne district.

After a simple screening, there were only two choices in front of Charlotte, the two large districts between the Val d'Oise district and the Marne district: Alcatraz and Picardy.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decisively gave up the former. Alcatraz was close to Val d'Oise, so the housing prices were relatively expensive, and it was also a bit far from Kilmainham Prison Road where he worked. Picardy was cheaper and a little closer to work.

Charlotte decided to sell the multi-headed flail tomorrow and go to the real estate bureau in Picardy to see if there were any suitable houses for sale.