They all call me master

Maltz frowned, with a look of disbelief on his face. He lowered his body and carefully examined the body that had just been dug out. Although the coat and pants were gone, the face was correct, and the beard was conspicuous enough. He has a long memory.

Then here comes the problem.

The body buried in the ground is Frank.

Who is the burnt body?

Could it be Frank too?

There can't be two Franks, right?

The old police chief looked at his partner subconsciously. When he saw Arthur's calm face, the old police chief immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know what Arthur saw or heard.

But the old sheriff knew that as long as Arthur was here, nothing would be a problem.

The same goes for Cook on the side - although he has never seen the ability of a 'spiritual medium' in a true sense, it has been reported in newspapers more than once.

Therefore, at this time, Cook's eyes are full of expectations.

But Arthur, who was stared at by the two men, did not panic at all - he may have average abilities, but standing on the shoulders of so many giants, he already had some clues.

First of all, Maltz cannot admit his mistake.

Arthur is very confident about this.

Perhaps the old sheriff's age has reduced his physical strength, but his memory definitely hasn't, and his eyes are sharp enough.

It is absolutely impossible to confuse people who have met within three days.

Not to mention someone with such obvious features.

Therefore, the body buried underground must be Frank.

Secondly, the burnt bodies.

In a way, Frank too!

Or to put it another way - this Frank is the Frank in the eyes of those gamblers.

It's a trick arranged by some people.

As for why?

"Turn this body over."

Arthur looked at the body dug out of the ground - the reason why he noticed something was wrong just now was because of the surrounding soil.

This place is behind Mule Street. Because of the rumors of being "haunted", it is desolate and no one comes here. The land appears "integrated and flat".

Only the land beneath the charred corpse showed signs of being turned over and flattened.

Although the guy who buried the body worked hard enough, there is still a huge difference between this artificial leveling and the natural leveling of the surrounding areas.

This time, Maltz and Cook took action directly without waiting for the patrolman's help.

The two carefully turned over the corpse dug out from the ground. Immediately, a wound appeared in front of everyone - the wound was on the back of the corpse's head. The force was so strong that it could be fatal in one blow.

"Is this...a stick?"

Cook looked at the shape of the wound and guessed.

At the same time, look for possible wood chips.

If a weapon such as a stick is used to hit the back of the head, this force will most likely leave more clues, unless iron birch is used as the weapon.

But the strange thing is that there are no sawdust except dirt near the wound.

Cook immediately went to search the pit where the body was buried.

Maltz ruffled the corpse's hair, looking for more clues.

Cook, who found nothing in the pit, looked at the charred corpse. Compared with this exhumed corpse, the charred corpse was much easier to judge: there was a stab wound on the chest.

'It was obvious that the murderer stabbed the deceased to death, and the deceased screamed in pain before he died.

It was this cry of pain that attracted the attention of others.

Then, the murderer burned the body to complete the destruction of the body. ’

Cook was thinking in his mind, but he felt that something was wrong. Unconsciously, the third-level police officer from the Dudu District imitated the action that Arthur had just touched his chin.

Then, Cook's expression changed.

He didn't take off his gloves, and he was just moving the body back and forth.

Immediately, the third-level police officer from the Dortmund District felt his stomach churning, but he held on in order to maintain the last dignity in front of Arthur and Maltz.

Arthur noticed Cook's embarrassment, but he was more concerned about the pile of soil that Cook had just cleaned up from the body - under the flicker of [Torch-like Gaze], he keenly caught a bit of black.

He leaned over and picked up the bit of black, twisting his fingers, surprise appeared in Arthur's eyes.

'paint? ’

Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly.

The accident of the young 'psychic medium' was not an accident related to the case at hand, but other unexpected accidents. However, this did not prevent Arthur from continuing to ask.

"Who captured Frank that night?"

"It's Hunter and Newt."

replied the old sheriff.

"Let these two guys come here. I have something to ask them."

Arthur said.

"Well, Dicko! Dicko!"

The old police chief nodded and shouted to his men in the distance.

While Dico brought the two of them here, Arthur walked towards the charred corpse next to him. He casually pulled down the weeds on the side and reached into the mouth and nose of the charred corpse - there was no charred ash.

At the same time, Arthur found different stab wounds on the chest of the scorched corpse.

Even though it was burning with flames, the knife marks could still be discerned.

‘The blade of the knife was laid flat, pierced straight through the ribs, and pierced the heart accurately—quickly and accurately, I’m afraid this guy didn’t even react until he died. ’

As Arthur thought about it, he stood up and wandered around the rumored haunted wasteland.

He still needed to find some evidence - and soon, Arthur found the first piece of evidence he wanted in the ruins of a wall full of weeds.

Bloodstains, drag marks.

This is the angle formed by a broken wall, like an upside-down '7'.

It was obvious that this was where the murderer hid the body.

Then, Arthur looked for the second piece of evidence here - he first checked the corners of the broken wall and confirmed that there was nothing he wanted inside, and then he continued to search.

Compared to the corpse, this piece of evidence is much harder to find.

Arthur searched the entire ruined wasteland but couldn't find it.

Involuntarily, Arthur looked at the two corpses.

Not to mention the charred corpses, the body shape of the corpses buried in the ground can be clearly seen.

Not very tall, but with a small belly.

‘So that’s it. ’

In an instant, Arthur guessed what was going on.

For this he thanked a certain giant.

Clues began to piece together one by one, and in the end there was still one piece of the puzzle missing.

Arthur was not in a hurry about this.

He began teasing Pendragon, not by playing the coin guessing game anymore, but by guessing the cat food - placing one pellet in one hand and grabbing a handful in the other.

To make the whole process more interesting.

Arthur chose to let Pendragon see him get the piece of cat food.

"Pan, guess which one has cat food?"

The orange cat didn't hesitate and used its paws to pull at Arthur's left hand, which had a grain of cat food on it.

Arthur turned over his palm and spread it out, revealing a grain of cat food. Pendragon whined and took the cat food in his mouth. Then, Arthur turned over his right hand and spread it out, revealing a handful of cat food.

Snap!

The piece of cat food in Pendragon's mouth was just thrown to the ground, and the cat squatted there in confusion, beginning to doubt the cat's health.

"Hahaha, Pan, remember - people's hearts are evil!"

Arthur laughed happily and put the remaining cat food back into his pocket.

Hello?

nonexistent.

He is teaching Pendragon the philosophy of cat life, which will only be remembered if it is lost.

Clapping his hands, Arthur stood up - in his field of vision, Dicko was already coming with two patrolmen.

Those two patrolmen should be Hunter and Newt.

The two of them walked up to Arthur and trembled. When Arthur cast his gaze, their faces turned pale and they both said——

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"