A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

The tram quickly stopped at the station, and the three people got on the bus and each dropped a 5-cent coin.

After a few gongs rang, the tram started running without urgency and turned a few corners. When it stopped at a certain stop, Field took a few people off the bus.

"That coal merchant is Crete Brown, and he has quite a reputation in Lausanne."

Taking advantage of the last stretch of the road, Field continued to introduce the situation.

"Of course it's not that small. He is just an ordinary businessman and cannot be compared with a family group like Robbins."

"Police information shows that he is not a wizard, and neither are his parents and his wife."

Again, since wizards' information is strictly confidential, it is difficult for ordinary people to access it.

Moreover, awakening is a small probability event. For most people, this world is no different from Earth in 1920.

The three people walked into Pat Street, which is a high-end residential area with many double- or three-story villas with sandy-yellow stone facades on the outside.

Following the address on the document, several people came to one of the houses.

Shortly after Field rang the doorbell, a black maid opened the door.

"Good afternoon." Field greeted him, then raised his ID and said, "We are investigators from the BOI. The experience of Mr. Henry Brown has been classified as a vicious case and transferred to us by the police station."

"We would like to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Brown. Are they available today?"

Henry is Mr. Brown's son. The maid showed an understanding expression, nodded and said:

"Please wait a moment, I will ask sir."

"Ok."

The few people didn't wait too long. The maid came back quickly and extended her hand to invite them in.

"Mr. Brown is in the study. He said he can answer your questions. He is very free now."

After the maid finished speaking, she spoke in a low voice: "Since Henry's death, Mr. Brown has given up most of his work and stays at home every day."

Field nodded sympathetically: "I can understand the pain."

"Henry is a good young man. He is humble and polite. He is different from those gangsters who can only dance and watch movies. Moreover, he will go to college soon." The black maid sighed, "How could God bear to let this happen? What about people who died early?”

"He did not die of natural causes, but was killed," Field said.

"This is the sad part... I haven't asked you yet, what is your name?" the maid asked.

"Field Westin, these two are my subordinates."

"Miss Westin, please catch the murderer. Mr. Brown's family are kind people. They pay taxes on time and are enthusiastic about charity. They even allowed me to attend their family dinner." The maid said excitedly.

Field nodded and said: "Don't worry, this is our job."

At this time, Levi, who had been silent behind her, suddenly spoke.

"Have you any suspicion, ma'am?"

Field turned his head and looked over in confusion, and then heard the message delivered by Levi using the wind chime.

"Just in case, it could also be a copycat crime, or Eli the Butcher is disguised as a human again."

Only then did the former understand the meaning and looked at the maid calmly.

"Yes, perhaps you know something that Mr. Brown may have forgotten."

"This..." She paused, then looked around, and then whispered, "To be honest, I do have it."

"It's Mr. Lupo Harrison, the person in charge of United Steel Company in Lausanne."

"Oh?" Field was surprised, but he didn't expect it to happen.

Union Steel is the largest steel company in the United States, or to put it more bluntly, it is a typical monopoly.

It was originally the Carnegie Steel Company of steel magnate Carnegie. It then annexed more than 30 steel companies and now accounts for 70% of the steel market in the United States.

"Yes, Mr. Brown recently shipped a batch of coal from Arafura, but there was a problem with the sales." The maid stopped and said in a voice that only a few people could hear. In fact, as a servant, she could not One should feel free to reveal the master's secrets, but in order to find Henry's murderer as quickly as possible.

"I can't reveal too much. To put it simply, Hezhong Steel was the buyer of this coal mine, but they went back on their word at the last moment and refused to pay the final payment for this coal."

"Do you think Mr. Harrison of United Steel killed Mr. Henry for that?" Field asked.

"There was a big dispute between Mr. Brown and him." The maid said uncertainly, but then she shook her head slightly and said to several people.

"Please don't tell Mr. Brown what I just said. Oh, I'm not saying he will fire me because of this, but..."

Field nodded in understanding. The maid's behavior can be called betrayal in a broad sense. It has nothing to do with whether it is correct or not.

"What's your name? Don't get me wrong, I'm just here to record the case."

"Malina Mora." The maid hesitated for a while and then said.

……

The second floor is covered with wool carpets and wallpaper decorated with golden lilies, which seems to declare that this is a generous family.

But the house seemed very quiet, with only the dull sound of a few people stepping on the carpet.

Levi looked around and vaguely felt the oppression of the floating people in the air. He turned to look at Martha and found that the latter felt the same as him.

"Right here." The maid stopped in front of a door.

"Oh, by the way, if you see the mistress of the house when you leave later, please don't disturb her. The lady couldn't bear the blow and fell ill."

"Okay." Field said.

The maid nodded uneasily, then turned around, raised her hand, and knocked gently on the door.

"Sir, the guests are here."

Soon there were footsteps inside the door, and a middle-aged man with chestnut-colored hair opened the door.

His eye sockets were black, and he was wearing a simple trousers and woolen sweater, revealing his solid fatigue.

"Hello, I'm Crete Brown." Mr. Brown forced a smile and took a few steps back to let a few people in.

"Mrs. Mora, go and make a cup of coffee for some guests, using Yirgacheffe beans."

Malina nodded and retreated.

"You must be investigators from the BOI, right? Haha, I am very grateful to you for your willingness to solve this matter. The Lausanne police have come several times before, but they are just a bunch of idiots and have not been able to find out the results until now. Thank you God, you are here..."

Mr. Brown talked a lot, then smiled and touched his head for a long time, pointing to the sofa.

"Please sit down and be casual."

"To be honest, before you came here, I hired some private detectives to do some investigation. This, this is what I found."

"My son's experience during this period, as well as the people he may have provoked, and several objects of suspicion... I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe in the government. You know that I have been actively paying taxes, but if there is If you can help..."

After several people sat down, Mr. Brown turned around and walked to the desk and picked up a large stack of papers of different sizes.

"Maybe you can take a look. Well..."

He was chattering a bit, and then suddenly remembered something.

"What should I call you?"

Field watched him pause silently for a moment, then stood up and stretched out his right hand.

"Field Westin."