I Will Be The Crowned King

"Before solving the case, I would like to ask you a small question."

In the spacious first-class box, a smiling Draco picked up the dead middle-aged man's pipe from the ground, and looked at the five people in front of him with different expressions, who were recommended by the passengers as "representatives":

The train conductor with an ugly look, the waiter in a trance, the noble lady and her husband who had to endure the vomit, and an old aristocrat with a top hat.

"How long does a pipe with a slightly larger caliber like this usually last?"

"What does this have to do with solving the case?" the conductor asked impatiently.

Draco, whose face remained unchanged, did not answer, and instead stretched out his pipe to the old nobleman wearing a top hat.

Glancing at the sight around him, the old gentleman who lightly pressed the brim of his hat coughed softly: "...It depends on the situation, but it is usually one to two hours."

Draco nodded slightly, and ignoring the blood, he put the pipe in the corner of his mouth, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, turned and walked towards the middle-aged corpse:

"There were two victims in total in this box: one was a captain officer from the army, who suffocated to death; the other, a gentleman who was obviously of high birth and well-to-do, died of blood loss."

"What they have in common is that they were punched through the throat by a sharp weapon, and there are signs of being beaten on their bodies; among them, the gentleman was shot six times in the chest, and his left index finger was cut off at the same time."

"The temperature of the bodies and the bloodstains tell us that neither of them had been dead for more than two hours - coincidentally, that was the time of a pipe."

"In other words, the time of the incident was just two hours before this moment..."

Draco stopped abruptly, turned his head to look at the five people behind him, took out a match from his pocket, and stroked the pipe mouth with a playful expression:

"The moment the victim lit his pipe!"

...

"boom!"

The pitch-black lead bullet accurately penetrated the eyebrows of a guard officer.

Like "telepathy", An Sen rushed up the moment the other person's figure fell, grabbed the officer's body and pressed it directly against the box door beside him.

"Boom!"

The next second, the violent gunshots exploded like a tap dance, instantly smashing the officer's body into a sieve!

"Click, click."

In the train corridor where the fire suddenly ceased, two faint voices entered Anson's ears one after the other.

That's the sound of the revolver magazine idling!

An Sen, who didn't change his face, pushed the corpse away directly. The gun in his right hand was aimed directly at the gun hole on the box door, and he fired two shots without hesitation.

Screams sounded from behind the door.

This is the advantage of the conjurer - the excellent sense of distance and the ability to "see everything", complete all calculations in the moment of "seeing".

All that's left is to raise your hand and pull the trigger.

"He's here, copy him from the opposite bread!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! What the hell, I heard gunshots!"

"Who is that guy?!"

"It's up to him, just grab it and you'll know!"

The irritable shouts and hurried heavy steps simultaneously approached Anson rapidly from the front and rear of the carriage.

He kicked the door abruptly, and An Sen, who walked into the box, waited for the other side to double-team him from both ends while changing bullets.

Judging from the sound, the Guards did not realize that their commander had been killed and fell into a carefully designed trap.

They seem to think that they just stumbled into another gang of robbers who were really going to take a car, and it was all just a coincidence.

...

"coincide?!"

The astonished lady and her overly young husband blurted out.

"Yes, the whole case is a wonderful coincidence - gentlemen and ladies, please pay attention to the bloodstains under your feet." Draco, with a pipe in his pockets, looked down at the dark red floor with his lowered eyes:

"It has told us everything that happened."

Only then did the five people with frightened faces notice the bloodstains under their feet, and they moved towards the sides of the box like separated waves.

Draco squatted down and pointed at the crack of the box door with his right hand holding the pipe:

"The bloodstains extended inward from the door, indicating that the perpetrator acted at the moment when the victim opened the door - a middle-aged gentleman smoking a pipe heard someone knocking on the door and mistakenly thought it was a flight attendant or a passenger on the train."

"In the instinct of daily habits, he did not have any vigilance against people outside the door. He even did not forget to light the pipe he carried with him when he got up. He walked to the door very relaxed, and opened the door very easily."

"Then, the perpetrator used some kind of sharp weapon to pierce the throat!"

Draco, who turned his head and smiled at the crowd, patted his neck with a loud "Clap!"

The lady and her young husband shuddered with fright.

"But for some reason, the victim did not die immediately, and he resisted afterwards." Draco, who lowered his voice, continued, pointing the pipe in his right hand to the fingers in the dried blood:

"Under the sudden situation of extreme shock and fear, our victim subconsciously picked up the only item on his body that could be used as a 'weapon' to block the sharp blade swung by the perpetrator, and was immediately cut off by a left hand. index finger; and that object is..."

"pipe?!"

The lady who raised her hand to cover her mouth exclaimed.

"Exactly!"

Nodding, Draco replied in a slightly ambiguous tone: "The victim tried to block the sharp blade with his pipe, but unfortunately his left index finger was cut off, and the pipe fell - I think there is a possibility. ."

As he said that, he stood up and pretended to look around for clues, but his eyes also turned to the corner behind the box sofa:

"The traces of the fight and the cane sword that fell on the ground prove that the victim still did not give up resisting even when he was extremely nervous and a finger was cut off, and even injured the perpetrator."

"Unfortunately, the victim was obviously not the perpetrator's opponent; after a very brief resistance that was not discovered by anyone, the perpetrator was still caught by the gap and subdued, with a neck injury in the chest. Six shots."

"So the victim was not suffocated by piercing the throat, but lost too much blood in the case of heavy bleeding..."

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The young husband of the lady suddenly spoke at this moment, and said sharply with a confused expression:

"There's something wrong here?!"

Draco, who was interrupted, smiled slightly, and turned his eyes to the other side with his pipe in his mouth:

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"Uh…"

Looking at the enthusiastic lady beside him and the eyes with different expressions around him, the pale young husband was a little out of breath: "I-I can't say anything, your reasoning just now sounds quite convincing...but !"

"But there are two victims in this room! According to your statement just now, how did the captain who was also suffocated by a sharp weapon in his throat appear in the room?!"

The voice fell, and the eyes of the five people turned to Draco, waiting for him to give an answer.

"good, very good."

Without hesitation or hesitation, a mysterious emotion appeared on the smiling Draco:

"This brave gentleman, I would like to congratulate you."

"You've discovered the first crucial blind spot in this case!"