Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

In the afternoon, Joyce was invited to Bayam Police Station

In addition to him and the maid, not only "Provocateur" Hunter accompanied him, but also three well-trained guards behind him.

The fat police chief led some officers in the police station to greet him at the door.

Joyce took the initiative to step forward, took his hand, and said with a big smile:

"Mr. Director, your efficiency in solving cases is very fast. You only complained in the morning and caught the suspect in the afternoon!"

The fat director was quite flattered, and hurriedly complimented: "Baron Best, you are so predictable!"

"However, this case is not my credit, it was completely solved by Dean..." The director turned to look at the young man beside him: "Dean, don't come over yet, describe the process of solving the case to Mr. Baron."

"That's also Mr. Director's good leadership. I won't forget your credit."

"Thank you, Mr. Baron."

Then, led by Dean, Joyce and the others went to the cell where the suspect was being held.

On the way, Joyce suddenly asked aloud:

"How did you catch the assassin?"

Dean keenly noticed that Joyce said "assassin", not "suspect", the stone in his heart suddenly fell, and he said seriously: "It's a coincidence."

"When an ordinary police officer was on patrol, he found a tall man with suspicious whereabouts. He was cautious and had his own qualities, and he immediately reported it."

"After I asked for instructions from the Director, I immediately led someone to arrest him... The assassin's fighting power was very strong. We wounded several brothers, and finally we shot him to subdue him."

"Fortunately, we caught a living mouth. This assassin is not much different from the one you described. The body, characteristics, and fighting level are all in line with each other. There is only one problem..."

"What's the problem, but it doesn't matter." Joyce said cooperatively.

Dean moved a little closer and said softly, "The assassin who was caught is a mute, unable to speak... You didn't hear the assassin's voice the night you were assassinated..."

Joyce was stunned when he heard the words. He took a deep look at the dark-skinned police officer beside him... Now the sheriff, he pondered:

"I didn't hear the voice, but the assassin can't speak. Isn't there a way to find the person who instigated him behind the scenes?"

Dean hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "This is our negligence, but we will definitely try our best to investigate it to the end, and, according to my judgment, the culprit behind the scenes chose to hire this assassin just to hide himself."

"It also makes sense." Joyce was silent for a while: "You have done a very good job."

Saying that, he patted Dean on the shoulder: "It's just that the investigation work cannot be relaxed."

"Understand, understand." Dean seemed to be greatly encouraged:

"Mr. Baron, please this way, that assassin was kept in a single cell by us."

Joyce covered his nose and saw a man with short black hair, a face full of flesh, and fierce eyes, who was tied to the bed, with bandages wrapped around his chest and abdomen, and there was a faint blood oozing out.

From the perspective of an "assassin", he has more than one life in his hands... Joyce looked carefully for two minutes and gave the final confirmation:

"That's right, it's these eyes, I remember it very clearly."

As soon as the voice fell, a relieved voice came from behind. It was from the superintendents below the chief, the inspectors...

Dean added: "We tried to interrogate this assassin, but he was illiterate, so I decided to start with the channel through which he accepted the task and investigate the ins and outs of the assassination."

"Well, the idea is very good, but you must be careful and don't startle the snake." Joyce said half an order, half an exhortation.

"Understood, Mr. Baron."

The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and everyone was happy. Joyce rejected the warm and ardent invitation of Mr. Chief, and took people away from the police station.

It can be clearly felt that whether it is the coachman Kumar, the maid, or even the unsmiling guards, they all show varying degrees of joy.

On the way back, Joyce asked with a smile, "Mr. Hunter, the assassin has been caught, so the danger outside is not so great."

"Provocateur" Hunter subconsciously nodded in agreement, and then added:

"As the assassin was caught, the secret enemy will probably be restrained for a while. Master, your safety can be guaranteed for the time being, but you can't take it lightly."

"Of course, I don't want to die young yet." Joyce readily agreed, as long as you don't follow me anytime, anywhere!

Back at 14 Stone Street, Harry handed in an invitation.

Joyce took the invitation, put it on the table, and said to him:

"Maybe you've heard of it, but it's better for me to tell you personally. The assassin has been caught, and the matter has passed. You don't have to blame yourself."

"I see, Mr. Baron." Harry bowed his head and replied, turning to leave the living room.

When he opened the invitation, it turned out that it was sent by Ianna, inviting him to attend the dance she held this Saturday night. The place was Ianna's residence.

Are you really planning to invite me... Did Diego die? Or is it that Ianna doesn't know about it... how could it not be?

Maybe they want to reconcile with themselves... Maybe this is a Hongmen banquet?

Go, have to go...

If you don't go, how do you know what they are planning!

If you don't go, how can you knock the mountain and shake the tiger!

If you don't go, wouldn't your operation be in vain!

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June 6, Wednesday.

Joyce was about to go out, but Hunter did not stop him, but arranged for two guards to accompany him.

The new coachman, Kumar, was equally skilled, and the carriage arrived at its destination smoothly—the Oak Bar in the Josem neighborhood.

The party was held as scheduled, and there were no twists and turns because of Diego's death. It was just that there were three or five fewer members than before, and because there were not many people in normal times, it looked a lot sparser.

"Scales", as always, put on layers of camouflage, walked to the seat belonging to the organizer and sat down. Instead of announcing the start of the party immediately~www.NovelMTL.com~, she issued a task:

"Pay attention to these three people in the photo, 30 pounds to provide a valid clue, and 100 pounds to locate."

"Intelligence shows that the three of them will basically work together, so one clue is likely to earn three bounties. This kind of opportunity is rare."

The waiter distributed the portraits to the participants, and Joyce was no exception.

One woman, two men.

The portrait is a sketch, vivid and vivid. It clearly shows the beauty of a woman... Yes, it is handsome... Eyebrows are sharp like knives, the bridge of the nose is high, the cheeks are thin, and the red pupils are extraordinarily evil.

Isn't this a "vampire"!

Then, he looked at the other two sketches, both of which were ferocious, with uncontrollable madness and bloodthirsty in his eyes...

"How dangerous is it?" A member asked, obviously a little moved.

"Scale" replied calmly: "It's very high, if you happen to meet, turning around and running is the only option."

Good guy, who would dare to take the initiative to take this task... Joyce guessed that these three people should be members of the "Rose School", women are in the pharmacist pathway, men are in the xenogeneic pathway, at least in the sequence... Can't afford to offend, Can't be bothered!

Wild, there are very few Beyonders who can survive for a while, and most of them avoid danger, so the scene subconsciously quiets down.

"Peace" went on to introduce: "This task has been effective in the near future. If anyone gets a clue, they can hand it over to the owner of the Oak Bar, "Peace"."

"Let's start the party."

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PS: Diary of the Street: I revisited "Let the Bullets Fly" today, brothers, the update is here, and the tickets are going...