Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

News of Joyce's assassination spread quickly, and General Gordon sent someone to express his condolences.

After that, guests came to visit one after another. Those who were familiar, those who had just met each other, and those who were not familiar... basically expressed their sympathy for Joyce and their dissatisfaction with certain people.

After trying to deal with a major he met at a banquet, Joyce thought about running away and going to the Swordfish Bar by the way, preferably to join their extraordinary party.

However, his intention was stopped by Mr. Hunter:

"Master, that assassin is still at large. If you want to go out, please allow me to accompany you."

Don't be so strict, that assassin was made up by me... Does this count as shooting himself in the foot... Joyce laughed at himself in his heart:

"The assassin was injured, so he shouldn't do it again for a short time."

Hunter said solemnly: "Assassins will have accomplices, and in dealing with enemies, they must not take chances."

"Well, you persuaded me, I feel fine at home now." Joyce raised his hand in surrender.

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The next morning, Joyce received another unexpected visitor.

The chief of the Bayam Police Department, the two once had a relationship at Senator North's ball.

After the host and guests were seated, Joyce took the lead and asked:

"Mr. Director came in person. Has the case made great progress?"

"Well, not yet..."

The slightly obese police chief rubbed his hands nervously, leaned forward, and was about to say something when he saw Sophia handing over a cup of tea, hurriedly took it with both hands, placed it on the table without moving, and said cautiously:

"Baron Best, I am deeply remorseful and angry about your assassination. I will do my best to arrest the assassin and bring him to justice."

"However, this case is too complicated, and the impact is getting bigger and bigger, you see..."

The director glanced up timidly: "Do you think you can hand over the case to MI9, they are much better than us in terms of ability and efficiency, and they won't delay your important affairs."

Joyce took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"Why, MI9 put pressure on you?"

"No, no..." The director waved his hand in denial, and then explained:

"MI9 did come to check the case file, but they didn't mention the idea of ​​taking over the case."

"Then why are you so anxious?" Joyce asked back, "Report the case on Sunday. It's only the third day, so you should back off. Is it appropriate?"

"I've never urged, did I put pressure on you?"

The fat director took out the handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiped his forehead, and complained:

"You didn't put any pressure, but the door of my office was about to be stepped on!"

Joyce asked curiously, "Oh, how do you say it?"

"Whether it's a nobleman, a member of parliament, an officer, a businessman..." The director made a detailed count: "All the gentlemen of Bayam's status will send someone to the police station to urge the case to be solved as soon as possible, but we really don't have the ability!"

Joyce remembered what happened to him yesterday, and he was also deeply concerned. He could understand the emergence of such a situation... A major and a baron were assassinated at the same time. .

He thought about it for a while, then continued to ask, "I heard that Dean has issued a wanted notice, is there nothing to gain?"

"No." The director replied, secretly complaining in his heart. Things like wanted orders are often things that only appear when people can't be caught or they don't want to work hard to catch them. How could they be harvested in such a short period of time.

Joyce took a second sip of tea. He felt that the matter had developed to this level. He had achieved his goal, and it was time to end it... So he decided:

"Mr. Chief, don't be impatient, I'm still very satisfied with the efficiency of the Bayam Police Station."

"Well, you go back first, and let Dean not be timid. He can check it out with confidence. If he finds any suspects, he will immediately arrest them, and I will go and identify them in person."

"The deadline is tomorrow. If the assassin can't be caught, the case will not be handled by him."

The fat chief nodded vigorously, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Joyce:

"The rest don't need to be said, the matter is settled like this, you won't be able to hold on for a day, right?"

The fat director shook his head again: "No, no."

"That's good." Joyce got up to see off the guests in person, and said with relief as he walked:

"Don't think about pressure all the time. If your Bayam Police Department resolves the case satisfactorily, how will those who care about this matter see your ability..."

The fat director thought that it was like this, so he relaxed a lot, his expression was no longer depressed, and he said goodbye and left.

Back at the police station's office, he asked someone to call Dean, the lucky guy, and said seriously:

"Baron Best has given a deadline. The assassin must be caught before tomorrow. Mr. Baron will personally identify it. If you can't catch it, you know the consequences, understand?"

"Understood, Sir, promise to complete the mission." Dean stood at attention and promised loudly.

"Go ahead and handle the case quickly."

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"Mr. Baron, your attitude just now..."

After the police chief left, Sophia said hesitantly, "Something strange?"

"What's so strange?" Joyce asked without looking back.

The lady maid's tone was full of confusion: "You don't seem to care whether you can catch the assassin or not. Instead, you imply that the police chief will close the case as soon as possible... But the chief is only concerned about being nervous and probably doesn't understand the deep meaning of your words."

Joyce smiled indifferently:

"It doesn't matter if he understands it or not~www.NovelMTL.com~ As long as he spreads the word, Dean can understand."

Seeing that Mr. Baron did not refute her speculation, Sophia was even more puzzled:

"Why? Why did you let that assassin go?"

"I never said that I would let that assassin go!" Joyce denied, and at the same time muttered in his heart: Although this assassin does not exist.

"not understand?"

Sophia shook her head: "I don't quite understand."

Joyce picked up a piece of white paper, stretched out his index finger and shook it, then punctured the white paper, and explained in detail:

"This piece of paper represents me, and the index finger represents that assassin."

"The white paper was pierced by the index finger. Of course, I could choose to use a knife to cut off the index finger, but after cutting it off? The middle finger, and the thumb... can be used to continue piercing the paper."

"And what I want to do is to find out the owner of the index finger. Otherwise, I may be safe for a while, but there is a higher chance of being assassinated again and again..."

"Assassins are just tools, and only those who use tools are my real enemies."

As soon as the voice fell, Joyce felt an illusory breaking sound coming from his body, and the whole person fell into a wonderful state, as if a starry sky appeared in front of him, and countless bright or dark stars were moving in a regular direction.

No need to wait any longer, his "assassin" potion was completely digested.

Sophia on the side was pondering the meaning of the words, but did not notice his abnormality:

"Are you leading the snake out of the hole?"

Joyce took a deep breath and said easily:

"If the snake doesn't come out, how can I grab its seven inches!"

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PS: Diary of Pujie: This week's recommendation is out of action again, the future of this book is slim, woe...