They all call me master

Fake check!

Thinking of Jenkin yesterday, Arthur almost subconsciously thought of this answer - why could a slightly famous painter be kidnapped?

Counterfeit money, fake checks, fake paintings.

These are the three most direct.

Among them, the most valuable ones are imitation paintings.

But Maltz took out a check.

The year since he was kidnapped has already appeared in Arthur's mind. Jenkin was imprisoned somewhere near the seaside and began to describe the situation of the check day and night.

"Fake check?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you!"

"Did 'Anna' tell you?"

Maltz laughed.

Arthur took a sip of hot milk and shrugged.

In fact, such an answer is not difficult to guess. Anyone with a little knowledge and analysis can guess it, but many people in the world in front of them will ignore it - because the world in front of them is quite 'simple', and most people don't have it. After a true education, you will be trapped in your own little grid for life.

They cannot be calm, let alone have corresponding insights.

Of course, in a certain era, after intensive information bombardment, when everyone is directly promoted to the level of a detective, people will still be trapped in a new small grid - because of pride and prejudice!

They will take it for granted, overestimate some criminal methods, and criticize the professionalism of professionals, thus forgetting that most of the time, the improvement of criminal methods is the progress of technology, not the progress of people.

People are tool users from beginning to end.

For example, there are too many confusing things, and in the end it’s just——

Check how many words the water meter has read.

Go check out the water tank on the top floor.

Many times, it's that simple.

Therefore, Arthur never overestimates every case, nor does he have any arrogance or prejudice. He chooses to look at every case in the simplest and most direct way, combined with the 'experience' of standing on the shoulders of giants. ——If there is anything wrong, it is to use a 'spiritual medium' to 'communicate' with the deceased, so that the murderer can take the initiative to admit everything in shock.

As for the evidence?

He is just a little 'psychic medium', not a real police officer, let alone a famous detective.

Moreover, in this world, the police officers of this era are better at creating prisoners according to circumstances than solving the case itself - the sheriff's torture method will always help the 'murderers' to remember everything, which is better than the 'memory recovery' in the secret art. All the techniques are easy to use and can be called the "Great Memory Restoration Technique".

However, the above are just ordinary cases and are not mixed with mystery.

If there is mystery mixed in, Arthur will directly choose to ask the countess for help - the mysterious person does not hesitate to resort to murder, which is enough to show that the identities of the two parties are not simple, and the entangled entanglements are not just his little spirit. The media' can afford it.

The master of Nanlos, the chief judge, is the chief judge of this kind of case.

Taking advantage of the situation, sometimes, it is very useful.

Putting the finished milk on the table, Arthur looked at the check again.

It was very realistic, at least he couldn't see the problem.

The same is true for the paper of the check. Some security marks are not visible.

After all, Arthur is not a professional.

"This check was found at the Yin'an Racecourse - the steward of the Yin'e Racecourse came to report this morning. He is a friend of the owner of the racecourse. A true professional discovered that the check was fake."

Maltz explained.

"Silver-fronted racecourse?"

Arthur had never heard of this name, nor did it exist in his previous memory.

"It's an underground horse racing venue in the old city. The owner, Freeman, was once a gang member. He was finally cleared and came to shore. He is a very rich guy. He has his own villa, servants, and bodyguards on White Bird Street in the Shire District. However, He was very stingy - and because of this, he chose to report the crime in the Shire.

The police officers in the old city would only take kickbacks and would not let him get his money back. "

Maltz added that the sergeant then had his own thoughts.

"Choose black products to consume checks, or even exchange checks for gold tickets - these guys have probably made enough money this year, and now they have gone to the inner bay or taken a boat to the sea.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the painter Jenkin to be released. "

After Maltz finished speaking, he noticed that Arthur's face became serious.

"What's wrong?"

"If it were you, would you give up a hen that lays golden eggs?

Even if the hen is crazy and has amnesia, wouldn't it be safer to kill the other person?

The more those guys make, the less allowed the hen is to go wrong - they don't want to lose everything they've got! "

Arthur asked Maltz in return.

Insatiable greed is human nature and the most common.

Stopping in time is the rarest.

“You mean Jenkin is an accomplice of those people?

Could the kidnapping be self-directed? "

Maltz reacted quickly.

"The accomplice is certain, but not necessarily the self-directed and self-acted act. It is possible that he joined later - otherwise, you can ask Mr. Jenkin?

Now I wonder how much money these guys made! "

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, Maltz turned around and left.

Maltz also wondered how much money these guys were making.

If there are enough, maybe their 'ship ticket' money will be enough.

The Sheriff of Shire District, who was walking quickly, reached the door and found that Arthur had not followed him. The Sheriff turned his head and cast a questioning look.

Arthur pointed to the scars on his face very calmly.

Even with a [Physique] of 1.8, such bruises cannot be healed in two days.

The sergeant immediately slapped his forehead.

"Wait for my news!"

After speaking, the police chief quickened his pace.

Arthur took a look at the XP feedback this morning. It was the same as yesterday, which was 5 points.

It is conceivable that it will drop to 4 points in a few days.

Even tomorrow it will be 4 o'clock.

After that, it will drop even more.

‘People who love the new and hate the old have really made the world cold. ’

Arthur put his hands under his front legs, picked up Pendragon who was walking beside him, raised it above his head, shook it slightly, and whispered: "Fortunately, cats bring warmth to the world."

Even more fortunately, this ‘painter’ Jenkin will continue to attract attention again.

Let him continue to gain XP.

The subsequent rituals and secret techniques require a lot of XP.

This kind of attention is what Arthur needs most right now.

And other ways to get XP?

Food, Arthur didn't hate it.

When it comes to battles, explorations, missions, etc., Arthur chooses to reserve his attitude.

It is too difficult to kill a mysterious person - just like the mysterious person killed on Pine Street before, there was no XP prompt.

This shows what?

There is a high probability that the opponent is not dead.

But he was 'alive' again in a way he didn't know.

Just like the toad, unless they block the opponent directly, none of these mysterious people are easy to kill. Unless they are rookies, they have all kinds of trump cards prepared.

And exploring?

There is definitely no XP for exploring ordinary places, it must be those ruins, and the danger in each ruin far exceeds fighting mysterious people!

As for the mission?

If possible, he would definitely not want to receive any missions in the undercurrent of Nanlos.

According to his speculation about the old lion and tigress, the risk factor of this kind of mission is higher than the previous two combined!

After all, he is a weak, simple and kind-hearted 'spiritual medium' who can only survive by gaining attention and fame by publishing in newspapers.

Let’s put the tasks aside first.

Holding Pendragon in his arms, Arthur waited quietly.

About an hour later, Maltz returned.

As soon as the police chief entered the door, he spoke at a very fast speed.

"Jenkin is missing!"

Then, the police chief’s face became strange, and he lowered his voice and said——

"besides……"

"His wife is dead!"