The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Is there any problem with this?"

Rebecca was a little puzzled. She had studied every piece of information here more than a dozen times.

At this time, Ashley noticed the abnormality at a glance, which made her feel a little resentful when she was surprised.

"Look at this one."

The female assassin took out another photo of a male body that had been cleaned.

There are criss-cross wounds between the chest and abdomen, even after being sutured, it looks shocking.

According to the normal industrial process, it is impossible for the Elam Kingdom of this era to master such advanced photographic technology.

However, the interference of extraordinary power may be hidden here. After all, Sigmund, a doll that is no different from a living person, has seen it, and it is not impossible for any extraordinary black technology to appear.

Because he had to work late, Lawrence used to carry a dagger with him. He hardly used this weapon, but because of long-term carrying, the hilt was soaked with sweat.

The end is also engraved with Lawrence's unique mark.

It was this weapon and the blood coat in the room that completely locked Lawrence's suspicion.

"It looks very similar, but it's definitely not the dagger in the photo that caused these wounds." Ashley held her right hand empty and gestured a few times in the air.

"Thirteen knives."

She raised her head and glanced at Sigmund, "Even I can't keep such an ordinary weapon intact after stabbing the human body thirteen times."

"Besides that, there is also a problem with the amount of blood in the hilt..."

Ashley talked eloquently, from the material of the handle, the splash of blood, the angle and strength of the knife, and analyzed it in all directions.

To be honest, Sigmund could understand every word she said, but it was a bit confusing when combined together.

But to sum it up, it's just one sentence.

The weapon in the photo is not the knife that killed.

At this time, the female lawyer standing by the side was sluggish.

"Even if it's me..."

What does it mean? And the few times she waved in the air... no, exactly thirteen.

Is she simulating a murderer's attack?

Is this woman really just a private detective?

The eyes she looked at Ashley were full of suspicion, shock... and a little bit of admiration.

In this era, it is very difficult for a woman to make a little achievement, and it is because of this that Rebecca admires those outstanding and outstanding women.

"Can you find a way for me to see this knife?"

The words of the female assassin interrupted Rebecca's thinking.

"Do you want to check the physical evidence?"

"Impossible, what happened today, this..." Rebecca shook her head.

"Your father was framed, this is not the murder weapon." The female assassin looked like Sigmund.

"Unless the one who does it is stronger than me." She then added, but Sigmund shook his head.

Impossible, because it is not necessary.

If the murderer who killed the worker really had the skills of a female assassin, then the killing method would never be so crude, maybe the police couldn't even find the body.

Ashley pressed her forehead vigorously to scan the rest of the information. She recovered from a near-death state. She looks normal now, but her actual body is extremely weak.

After carefully sorting out the case, Ashley did not find a good breakthrough. She hoped that she could find a way to get in touch with the dagger, so that she might be able to find more direct clues.

"Take a good rest."

Sigmund interrupted Ashley's thoughts. The female assassin was obviously already in a state of depression, and there was no point in persevering in her confused mind.

"Okay." Ashley nodded, she was indeed supporting with perseverance.

Sending the female assassin into the room, Sigmund returned to the study again.

"Those **** in the police station!"

The female lawyer pursed her lips, "Because of historical problems, there are too many posts in the police station, and many people just read the newspaper and drink coffee every day."

"It's not all their fault."

Sigmund picked up the coffee pot beside the table, "Ashley's discovery of problems requires a lot of professionalism, and not just anyone can have such experience and judgment."

"What's more, most people prefer more direct evidence, and then close the case quickly."

As for whether there will be mistakes or omissions, it is not within their scope of consideration.

With the mastery of weapons and familiarity with the human body, the woman can completely restore the murderer's attack trajectory just through the wound.

This is the experience of how many people it takes to sum up.

"By the way, what happened to the thing I asked you to help inquire about?" Sigmund drank the coffee in his cup and asked suddenly.

"I've already asked."

"Antoine asked Mr. Skind to make a direct confession. In addition to that, he had to read a statement in public. If Skind agreed to his request, he was willing to pay a sum of money as compensation."

"What statement?"

"I don't know, Mr. Skind rejected Antoine without even looking at it."

"Antoine is the owner of the perfume factory. Do you think he killed the workers in the factory and then blamed Mr. Skind?" Rebecca gave her speculation.

"If he really did it, the witnesses and testimony..."

"That night, Mr. Skinder and another dispatcher named Ram worked together in the factory. According to Mr. Skinder's confession, they worked together until late that day, and then sent a batch of goods to leave separately."

"When he came back, he passed by Ram's room. Seeing that there was no one in his room, he didn't think about it and just rested."

"Later, the police found the body by the river. After confirming the identity, they immediately entered the factory for inspection. Finally, they found the blood coat and the murder weapon in Mr. Skinder's room."

In this era, there are no fingerprint inspections and video surveillance, murder motives, weapons, and physical evidence. If there is no alibi, there is a great possibility of being tried.

"Rahm." Sigmund suddenly thought of something.

"Is that the guy who reached out to you during the day?"

Rebecca nodded.

"He is also a perfumer. He has been working in the workshop for three years. It's just a normal relationship, and occasionally we drink together."

"He needed to deliver goods to several employers that day, and he returned to the workshop very late. After returning, he went straight to rest."

"Is he not suspected?"

Rebecca shook her head, "According to the information, it was too late, and the place where the body was found happened to be near Lawrence's delivery path."

"It's less than 200 meters from there to the crime scene, which means..."

"Lawrence is the biggest suspect~www.NovelMTL.com~ Sigmund said.

The most important thing now is not to find another suspect, but to clear Lawrence of suspicion.

After all, for the police department, it doesn't matter who the murderer is, they just need to give the citizens an explanation.

After listening to Rebecca's words, Sigmund thought about it, stood up, and picked up the coat on the back of the chair.

"I will be going out for awhile."

"It's getting dark, where are you going?" Rebecca asked.

"I have a way. Maybe we can go to the police station tomorrow and get access to the dagger."

"What are you going to do?"

Rebecca shouted loudly, but when she chased downstairs, she saw that Sigmund had raised his whip.

"Take care of Ashley for me, see you later!"

After speaking, he started the carriage and quickly disappeared at the end of Elm Street.

Montana is affiliated with the Oracle Church, which has a strong influence in the Kingdom of Elam. Even if Montana can't help with this kind of thing, Gildo, who is a demon hunter, will definitely be able to think of a way.

Second-order superhumans are already considered elites in this city, and they have the ability to lead a team to act independently.

It didn't take long for Sigmund to arrive at the church he had been to in the morning, but Gildo was recovering from his injuries and it was not convenient to see him.

But he responded to Sigmon's request through the church staff.

"It's done!"

Sigmund was delighted that he had resolved this matter, and walked out of the church briskly.

But just when he was about to jump on the carriage, the corner of his eye swept across the corner of his eye, but he noticed a figure standing in the shadows not far away.

"Ram?"

The perfumer who follows Antoine during the day.

"Why is he here?"

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