They all call me master

"How did you die?"

Maltz pressed.

“Throat cut!

It was in a cellar of his own house - that cellar was so hidden that even the housekeeper at home didn't know when it was dug out. "

The patrolman replied immediately.

Suddenly, Arthur and Maltz looked at each other. At this moment, they thought of Clay who died in the same way.

"Isn't it a serial murder?"

The old police chief subconsciously asked the young 'psychic medium'.

"Similar in nature, but different in purpose - Maltz, send additional personnel to question those thirty-odd young people and confirm which one of them is still alive?"

Arthur said this.

Maltz was stunned.

"You mean...kill people and silence them?"

the old sheriff asked tentatively.

"If so, it's easy."

Arthur whispered, secretly controlling Wu Ni to fly up, looking for the things she cared about most at the moment.

Maltz on the side shouted loudly——

“Dico gets everyone moving!

Hurry up! "

The old sheriff kept urging.

Except for Hunter and Newt who stayed at the scene to watch, the rest of the Shire District Police Department took action.

Sitting at the door of No. 17 Xilin Street, the old police chief rubbed his swollen brows.

The cases he encountered recently always made the old police chief feel exhausted mentally and physically.

The veteran police chief who has been a police officer for more than 30 years feels that he was just a fake policeman for the past 30 years. He catches thieves every day and two robbers a week. He only encounters a murder case every half month, and serial murder cases are even more common. You may not be able to see it every year.

And now?

Murders happen every day.

Serial murders have almost become the norm.

‘Is it because we were too incompetent in the past that we couldn’t meet him?

still……

Have the gears of fate begun to turn? ’

The old sheriff was thinking silently in his heart, and suddenly said something to Arthur who was thinking about it.

"That guy Bob would love a day like this."

"Um?"

Arthur didn't know why.

"In the early days of the Seven Years' War, that guy was thrown into a death camp for beating his superiors. Everyone thought he was dead - but who knew when the people in the death camp would change for the eleventh time? , he is still alive, so he is called 'Immortal Bob'!

Moreover, after fighting again and again, this guy was appreciated by the commander of the death camp. Not only was he promoted to captain, he was also responsible for the special training of the death camp. "

Arthur listened quietly to Maltz talking about his good friend.

Arthur was very concerned about this important part of his plan.

However, he did not ask further questions, but waited for Maltz to continue speaking.

"I was saved by that guy Bob. When we were facing a cavalry battle on the West Coast, he blocked a shot for me. Then, I was very grateful to him, so I used my salary to buy a lot of wine for that guy - —That guy was a heavy drinker. Every time he got drunk, he would talk nonsense to me, saying that he should be a noble or something.

Later, when the war was over, I wanted to invite him to South Los Angeles, but Bob said he didn't like this kind of peaceful life, so he went to be a bounty hunter, and when he left, he told me mysteriously, When we meet again, it's when the gears of fate turn. "

Maltz laughed to himself as he spoke.

"How can anyone turn the gears of fate when they are almost sixty years old?"

The old sheriff shook his head, his eyes full of emotion, but Arthur patted his shoulder.

Under the surprised eyes of the old police chief, Arthur said very seriously.

“Someone came out to preside over the divine war at the age of seventy-two.

Sixty years old...it's not too late!

It can even be said to be just right! "

"Just okay?"

the old sheriff asked softly.

Arthur nodded more seriously.

"Trust me, it's just right!"

The old police chief was stunned for a moment, and then whispered to himself, 'Just right, just right.' The expression on his face gradually became energetic again.

Seeing this scene, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want one of his important partners to want to quit just like that.

A simple, kind and upright 'spiritual medium' like him not only needs to walk on thin ice, but also has to pay attention to the mentality of his partners from time to time. Who knows the difficulties involved?

call!

I took a deep breath.

The young 'psychic medium' spoke again——

"Malts, do you have any dreams?"

"retire!"

"Besides retirement?"

"Hold your grandson!"

"What about other than these two?"

"Well...I want to see a miracle."

Maltz's suddenly lowered voice surprised Arthur.

"Hahaha, just think of it as my lies. How can miracles happen so easily?"

The old sheriff laughed and changed the subject.

He once again asked about the serial murder case in front of him.

"hold on!"

Arthur made a pun.

About half an hour later, the patrol officers who went to inquire came back one by one——

"Sheriff, counselor, White of the White family is dead!"

"Sheriff, counselor, Sharp of the Sharp family is dead!"

"Sheriff, consultant, the Bacon of the Bacon family is dead!"

…

Report one after another.

Three more young men died.

Including the previous Jody, a total of four people died, and Clay had four wounds of varying depths on his chest and lower abdomen.

“It’s really murder and silence!

Damn, these four guys must know something!

Moreover, they all died in a very secluded place at home, especially Bacon, whose body weighed 200 kilograms and was found in the tree house - his throat was obviously cut under the tree, but he was moved to the tree house. This murderer must be very strong!

There is also the reaction of the Bacon family housekeeper. Bacon has always been mysterious recently and will go out even if he is not invited!

Jody, White, and Sharp are similar! "

Dicko said breathlessly.

Although he was assisted by horses, Dico still felt tired after running back and forth all morning.

Maltz did not refute his subordinate's words.

But the old sheriff still found something strange - the wounds on Clay's body.

What causes such wounds?

There is a high probability that it is similar to a covenant in nature.

The four people should have seen or indirectly caused Clay's death, so they reached an alliance in this way - even under coercion.

Coerced by the men who cut Clay's throat.

But why did the coercer kill four people afterwards?

Doesn't make sense?

Wouldn't it be better to keep this kind of handle?

The old sheriff thought as he looked at Arthur.

"Because it can't be done!"

As Arthur said this, he motioned for Dico to drive and walked straight towards the carriage. Maltz quickly followed.

The carriage started to move with a flick of Dicko's whip.

Arthur guided Dicko forward.

"what is going on?

What did Ms. ‘Anna’ say to you? "

The old sheriff looked curious.

"You realize you don't have something in common?"

Arthur asked rhetorically.

"They all had their throats cut, and they all died in hidden places. Even if they didn't, they had to be fabricated, and they always went out mysteriously."

blurted the old sheriff.

"anything else?"

Arthur continued to ask.

"besides……"

The old sheriff couldn't think of anything else.

"Do you remember their names?"

Arthur asked again.

The old sheriff immediately shook his head.

Arthur looked at the old police chief and whispered to himself——

"it is as expected!"

At this moment, a dark crow in the sky above the carriage swooped down with an attitude more ferocious than an eagle, and grabbed a white dove.