They all call me master

Arthur rubbed his eyebrows, helplessness appearing on his face.

He suspected that he had been cursed with the idea that once he went out, corpses would appear around him.

Otherwise, why would something like this always happen to him?

Is he really the ‘god of death’?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Arthur was denying it in his heart, and the coachman was already explaining in a panic amidst the screams of passers-by around him.

"not me!"

"I don't know what happened!"

The feeble explanation could not convince the passers-by around him.

Especially when he saw a patrolman appearing in the police station not far away, the driver turned around and ran away.

Arthur let [Hand of Nothingness] pull the opponent's trousers.

thump!

The coachman, whose clothes already felt damp, fell completely into the muddy water, and Simon, who was leading the team, rushed forward like the wind and slapped him twice.

Bang, bang!

"Run! I let you run!"

Simon cursed, grabbed the other person, kicked him again, and asked the patrolman to hold him down, then quickly walked towards Arthur.

"consultant!"

Arthur glanced at the other party's changed uniform and couldn't help but smile.

"Promoted to trainee police officer?"

"hey-hey."

Simon, a tall and lanky man, immediately laughed.

Arthur noticed a trace of embarrassment and embarrassment on the trainee police officer's face.

Arthur knew this very well.

Any patrolman wants to be a police officer, and Simon is no exception.

However, I'm afraid Simon himself didn't expect that he would become a trainee police officer so easily - he just loaded Andy with bullets and became a trainee police officer. This kind of good thing made Simon think he was dreaming.

Similarly, it also made Simon want to express himself more and more.

After all, in Simon's view, Rooney became a trainee police officer in exchange for an injury.

And him?

It's just luck.

Therefore, his attitude towards the coachman was extremely positive.

"Relax, he is not a prisoner, his desire to run should be for other reasons - ask him why he drove the carriage so fast just now.

And where to come from and where to go.

Check him and the inside of the car carefully. "

"Yes, counselor!"

Simon immediately saluted and began to do exactly what Arthur said.

Arthur squatted down and looked at the shriveled corpse in front of him.

It's a shriveled corpse.

Not a mummy.

The corpse in front of me was quite fresh, and the reason why it was shriveled was because it lacked blood.

Arthur asked the patrolman on the side for a pair of gloves and moved the shriveled and unclothed body out of the mannequin. Arthur was careful during the entire process - because the body was lighter than expected. .

‘Not only is there blood, but also the internal organs are gone? ’

‘Besides, the bones have become slender! ’

The shriveled corpse in front of her was obviously that of an adult woman from the outline, but the bones were as slender as those of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Moreover, the 'shell' of the mannequin fits the shriveled corpse very well, but there is no adhesion in the middle.

It feels like wearing clothes.

‘Exquisite craftsmanship! ’

Arthur commented.

Not only the craftsmanship of making mannequins, but also the craftsmanship of bleeding and dissolving internal organs. He did not find any wounds on the shriveled corpse, nor did he find any tooth marks on the neck.

‘Secret technique? ’

'ceremony? ’

'still……'

Arthur looked at the mouth and bottom of the shriveled corpse. According to his opinion, these two places were the best to start with, but the skills required were not superb, but a master.

'Extreme knowledge of human structure, especially anatomy...

Doctor? ’

Arthur thought, stood up, signaled the patrolman to carry away the shriveled body first, and looked at Maltz, who had been waiting for a long time.

Next to Maltz is the sleepy Andy - it is obvious that this police officer with accurate marksmanship has not recovered from yesterday's battle.

"How about it?"

Maltz asked directly when he came up.

Undoubtedly, the police chief was used to being fed by Arthur.

Arthur resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“There are no dead souls hanging around.

I didn't perceive it.

Ms. ‘Anna’ didn’t notice it either. "

Arthur said naturally.

It’s not that I’m not capable, it’s that the conditions don’t allow it!

In order to gain more XP, Arthur has always maintained his "perfect psychic" persona.

Maltz had no doubts.

Having seen Arthur's magic too many times, Maltz completely believed everything Arthur said, but because of this, the police chief sighed.

"Trouble!"

"This deceased soul has suffered such a miserable thing, and he doesn't have any resentment at all?"

As he spoke, the police chief motioned for Arthur to go to the office to talk.

In the meantime, wait for Simon's investigation.

The Sheriff didn't hold out any hope though.

Expecting policemen to solve crimes is like expecting prostitutes to become good people - it's not that they don't exist, but you just can't find them.

"Tea? Boiled water? Or hot cocoa?"

Maltz, who was already familiar with Arthur's habits, asked directly.

"Plain water."

Arthur replied and took Pendragon out of the cage.

Pendragon, who came to the Sheriff's Office for the first time, was not timid at all. After looking around, he jumped directly on the table.

Then, he was held in Arthur's arms again, making a pleasant cooing sound.

Seeing this scene, Maltz immediately thought of his 'sheriff' - he was too busy yesterday, and with the heavy rain, the sergeant had no chance to go to the 'Amanda Cat Friends Home'.

However, I have to go today!

Although he didn't know what Arthur was hinting at, Maltz believed that this would be his fateful encounter with the 'sheriff'.

In the office, the two chatted and waited.

About two hours later, Simon came back.

"Sheriff, counselor!"

The new trainee police officer saluted first, and then spoke quickly and in detail about his investigation——

"The coachman's name is Truda. He does not have a car dealership. He inherited his father's horse and carriage and came to South Los Angeles to do business as a gang. He has no fixed residence and spends most of his time in his car. Therefore, when he meets He will only run away after arriving at the police station.

The mannequins come from two clothing stores on Simok: Lilith Clothing Store and Vivian Clothing Store.

Camille's daughter Linda is about to have her coming-of-age ceremony. Her mother specially selected an adult dress for her, so Lilith and Vivian's stores brought mannequins to display their clothes. In the end, Linda... Camille chose Vivian's clothes.

However, the subsequent heavy rain forced the mannequins of the two stores to be stored at Camille's house for one night.

The two shops needed to open normally this morning, and the coachman Truda overslept, so he hurried on his way. "

"oversleep?"

Maltz snorted coldly.

The police chief didn't believe such words at all.

Arthur didn't believe it either.

He kept thinking about the familiar name Linda Camille in his heart, but it did not hinder his thinking at all -

Drivers with a dealership need to work early and late at night, while drivers without a dealership will work even harder.

Because the latter needs a better reputation to have more customers.

Once your reputation is bad, no one will hire you again.

Not to mention Truda, who came to South Los Angeles to make a living.

There is no such thing as oversleeping on the part of the other party.

In fact, because he has no fixed residence and in order to be punctual, the other party would wait near Camille's house after the heavy rain stopped last night. The damp feeling on the other party's body was the result of waiting for him for half the night.

It is naturally impossible to wait in Shiratiao District, and it is impossible in Quanshui Square.

Then...

There is only one place left.