They all call me master

Jenkin's wife is dead, what does it have to do with me, Arthur?

It's not me who cursed you?

Or do you think I'm the Grim Reaper?

Ordinary people, who gets involved and who dies?

Arthur rolled his eyes at Maltz.

Maltz calmed down his expression and asked seriously.

"Want to go and see the scene?"

"go!"

Arthur nodded firmly.

He needed attention. It was impossible to give up Jenkin's case. Moreover, he was also curious. It was obviously a check forgery case, so why did another person die?

It probably has little to do with him.

What's the trick in it?

Arthur thought and still picked up the psychic box from before. The [Box of Athos] was hidden beside him, carried by the [Hand of Nothingness] - there was an incident with the 'Mouse Council' yesterday, so he just changed the box. , a bit too conspicuous, we need to wait for some time before the situation calms down.

"Good morning, Ms. Anna!"

When Arthur put 'Anna' in his arms, Maltz greeted him quite naturally - the acquaintances around Arthur were already accustomed to 'Anna''s existence, putting aside the initial fear and the subsequent After getting curious, now we treat him as a normal person.

However, ‘Anna’ still didn’t respond.

After putting Pendragon into the cat carrier and taking him with him, Arthur went out.

Before, Arthur was worried that Pendragon would have the stress reaction that Ms. Amanda said, but this did not happen several times when he went out and once when he went far away. As long as there was food, Pendragon didn't care. Showing extraordinary endurance and...absorptive power.

"Pan, have you gained weight?"

Maltz was still looking at Pendragon with a critical eye on the carriage.

"Not fat, just round."

Arthur explained, and scratched Pendragon's head through the cat cage. Maltz looked interesting and stretched out his hand, but Pendragon turned around in disgust and faced the policeman with his butt. long.

Maltz said half-jokingly after scratching Pendragon's body.

“When I retire, I want to raise a cat too!

The black one! "

Arthur glanced at the other person, and thinking of the other person's occupation, a 'black cat' appeared in his mind involuntarily. Hmm...it didn't seem to be pure black, but a cow cat.

"You should get a cow cat, and that cat's name is Sheriff."

Arthur also said half-jokingly.

But Maltz immediately became serious.

Maltz has always taken Arthur's words seriously, especially those seemingly unintentional words that require unprecedented seriousness - his life experience tells him so!

And for this kind of life experience, the police chief has great trust.

After all, that's how he survived the Seven Years' War.

‘When I get off work, I will go to the ‘Amanda Cat Friend Home’ to find a cow cat and name it ‘Sheriff’! ’

Maltz thought so.

Arthur didn't care. He had already begun to ask for more information about Jenkin——

"Jenkin and his wife are both from Yanbao. They came to settle in Nanlos ten years ago. When he was in Yanbao, Jenkin was a painter...well, the kind of painter he claimed to be. At that time, Jenkin was not as skilled as he is now. Fortunately, after coming to Nanlos, his paintings became better and better - he himself once said that Nanlos gave him inspiration.

Jenkin also has a disciple named Ailon. He is an outstanding apprentice who showed good painting skills a year ago. On the days when Jenkin was kidnapped, Ailon did not give up searching. He would search for him every month. At the same time, his painting skills were praised by many professionals, and some wealthy businessmen were willing to sponsor his painting exhibition.

That cheapskate Freeman was one of them.

Although this old guy is a Grandet, he has a unique vision, so more people are paying attention to this young man. "

Maltz tells everything he knows.

The police carriage also turned into the tree-lined alley, and when he looked at the Quanshui Square not far away and the White Bird District, the neighborhood preferred by the rich behind it, surprise appeared on Arthur's face.

“Can Jenkin afford a villa in White Bird District?”

There is no such thing as renting a house in the White Bird neighborhood, only buying and selling.

And its value is astronomical that ordinary people can't even imagine.

Although Jenkin is a well-known painter in South Los Angeles, it is impossible for him to have such funds - for most people in the White Bird District, if they are born with it, then they have it, and if they are born without it, then it is really impossible. No.

As for using the money from fake checks?

Is it too high-profile?

It is difficult to escape the eyes of those who care.

“Jenkin a year ago couldn’t afford it, but Jenkin a year later could definitely afford it—after Jenkin disappeared, the price of Jenkin’s paintings soared!

Especially as the longer Jenkin was kidnapped and the fewer paintings remained in the hands of his wife, the price was already hundreds of times the original!

Those people were snapping up Jenkin's paintings like crazy! "

Maltz said with a wry smile.

Arthur knew it deep down.

When are an artist's paintings most valuable?

After the painter died!

Only when the necessary conditions for non-renewability are met, its price will ferment.

It would be better if it had a gimmick.

Jenkin undoubtedly meets these two points.

Just like that sentence——

He was impoverished during his lifetime, but admired by thousands of people after his death.

You, who cut off your ears, stand still on the starry night.

Of course Jenkin is not as good as this one, but Jenkin is smart enough. He will not wear a sheepskin jacket to attend an art exhibition just because he bought paints and oils. He will only choose a more wonderful stage!

Arthur thought of something and narrowed his eyes slightly.

No. 44 White Bird Street, the newly purchased villa by Jenkin’s wife. Although it is the second-to-last residence on the block and the overall area is not as good as No. 6 White Bird Street, the environment is still beautiful, quiet and comfortable, but there are many blue The colorful uniforms made the surrounding residents cast doubtful glances - each patrol police officer performed his or her duties honestly.

There's a saying among police officers: Don't act until you're sure.

And now?

Not only was it certain, but it was also very certain that the people living around them were people they could not afford to offend.

Andy stood outside the door responsible for maintaining order and responding to inquiries.

Dico asked the waiter of the villa inside.

Upon seeing Maltz and Arthur, Andy immediately saluted.

"Sheriff, Mr. Counselor!"

There is no need to hide the fact that Arthur became the special advisor of the Shire District Police Department - in fact, because the countess personally signed it, the order had already spread throughout the police station.

After Andy nodded, Arthur walked into the villa. At the same time, after signaling Dico who heard the noise to continue asking, he began to look at the villa in front of him.

This place is completely different from Malinda's restrained decoration style. The corners of the wide corridor are covered with gold threads, the huge ceiling crystal lamps are shining, and there are two bear skins covered on the long sofa. The large fireplace is not only A deer's head hangs, along with two ivory tusks.

In short, these are telling every guest who visits that this place is expensive.

However, Arthur always felt that something was wrong.

"The body is in the master bedroom on the second floor. I haven't let anyone touch it. Everything remains as it is."

Maltz on the side led the way.

Arthur followed him up to the master bedroom on the second floor. The moment he entered the master bedroom, he finally understood what was wrong.