Lord of the Silver Crow

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The carriage rolled on the road, rolling up water splashes, and the rain hit the roof of the carriage. There was a dense clacking sound.

Please give a detailed overview of the situation, Mr. Bant. Hearing the sound of water splashing when the horse's hooves stepped on the road, Paulin asked the man in the red bow tie opposite.

Yago also stared at the man in front of him.

The man in front of him was obviously the manager of the former Diroud Theater, but now...

It is so, gentlemen.

The man in the dark gray formal suit paused, looked at the two detectives who had met once, organized his words and said:

I'm working in a publishing house now.

Dillard Press? Or Greenton Press?

Yago interjected.

Dirod Publishing House is one of Viscount Nafal's properties, and Greenton Publishing House, needless to say, is relatively new, but it has a wealthy businessman Greenton as its backer, so of course it should not be underestimated.

Uh, Greenton Publishing House. The former manager of the Diroud Grand Theater, Mr. Bant smiled bitterly, I'm now an editor at Greenton Publishing House.

One of the detective writers I was responsible for, Mr. Taberji, is missing.

Did you report it to the police? Did his family report it to the police?

Paulin routinely asked.

Uh, this, no. Bant shook his head.

This result, Paulin did not expect, he looked at Yago who remained silent, and then asked suspiciously:

Why?

Because he didn't really disappear. The expression on Bant's face was a little embarrassed.

Paulin raised his eyebrows, motioning for the other party to continue.

It's actually like this. Mr. Taberji has a quirk. He often leaves us some clues and then runs away by himself. Let us follow the clues to find him.

Bant covered his face:

The editor who was in charge of Mr. Nerenle before me either resigned or changed to another author, and I am a newcomer, and I am not good at solving puzzles.

Pitiful.

Yago and Paulin looked at each other, and understood the distress of this Mr. Bant.

And Paulin asked:

Teborghi? Is he famous? Is he good?

His pseudonym is Don Tesche, Bant whispered.

Don Tesche!? Before Bant finished speaking, Paulin's voice sounded.

Yes, that's right.

Don Tesche? Yago also felt that the name sounded familiar.

Author of The Sapphire of Priest Rambu.

Facing Jago's eyes, Paulin replied:

It's about a pastor of Dawn Church who solves a crime.

Dawn Church solves the case

Sequence Nine of the Path of Dawn is Detective.

Moreover, he seems to have seen this name somewhere.

Yes, Mr. Tebolji is very important to our Greenton Press. I heard that our press spent a lot of money to poach him. If there is a problem with him, my work will have to be done again. Gone.

Bant had a bitter and helpless look on his face.

The carriage eventually stopped at the northern edge of the new business district.

Stepping off the hired carriage and opening the umbrella, Bant stood on the street with some puddles and pointed to a three-story, slightly dilapidated single-family house.

Yago and Paulin got out of the carriage together and came to the house.

Bant stepped forward, took out the key and opened the door.

Under the watchful eyes of Yago and Paulin, he opened the door and explained:

Mr. Tebolji handed over the keys to the publishing house.

. Without expressing any opinion, Paulin and Yago followed into the room.

In terms of size, it is naturally incomparable with the Fast family mansion. Although it is a single-family small building, it is not a villa.

The lighting is quite bad, and this is the first feeling Yago felt after entering.

The position and orientation of the windows seem to deliberately prevent light from entering the house, and they are embedded in the corners. The fireplace is located in the center of the hall, next to the stairs.

Mess.

This extremely strange setting, Paulin also realized immediately, he asked aloud:

Mr. Bant, this house was designed and built by Mr. Turberge himself?

It's not.

Bant shook his head, brushed off the drops of water thrown off his body by shaking the umbrella, moved his right foot from the broken wood, and replied:

This house was originally like this, but Mr. Taberji took a fancy to this and bought this abandoned house on purpose. I don't think it's because the abandoned house is too cheap.

With that said, he put the umbrella by the fireplace, and then walked upstairs:

Two, please follow me.

Yago and Paulin also put down their umbrellas by the fireplace and followed each other up the stairs.

The moment he stepped on the stairs, a slightly deformed feeling emerged, and at the same time, disturbing creaking sounds followed.

Yago had the feeling that the stairs might collapse at any moment.

Slowing down, Yago walked up the stairs as lightly as possible.

As soon as he reached the second floor, there was a dark and damp musty smell, which reached Yago's nose.

Paulin also frowned. Is this really a place where people live?

Teborgie likes this atmosphere very much. For his safety, our publishing house also tried to help him repair the house, but he refused every time.

Bant looked left and right, bypassed a dark green patch on the ground, whether it was moss or mildew, came to the first room on the left, opened the door, and said:

Mr. Tebolji prefers to leave clues in this room.

Yago and Paulin walked into the room.

There was also a fireplace in the room, but no windows or vents.

Is this a suicide room!?

Yago couldn't help complaining in his heart.

In addition to the fireplace, there was a long table, which took up most of the room, with a chair in front of it.

I guarantee that if the fireplace was lit, the ass of the person sitting in that chair would be burnt.

Paulin couldn't help saying:

Hope he doesn't wear a tux a lot.

This weird arrangement made it easier for the two of them to find clues when they felt a little confused.

After all, there are very few decorations.

Soon, the two found a note, a note pasted under the chair:

I hate the police, we have to kill him.

A handwritten note in Catesian.

Holding the note, Paulin shook it, then turned to look at Bant at the door, teasing habitually:

Mr. Bant, are you sure this Mr. Turberge is not a sociopath? Or is he a criminal?

Hearing this, Bant was a little nervous:

Yes, probably not.

Okay, I won't tease you anymore.

Paulin unfolded the note, then said to Yago:

It's a line from Don Tesche's novel - 'There is a policeman sleeping inside each of us, and at some point we have to kill him.'