Walking into this rippling mirrored entrance, Marceau found himself at the scene of the murder with Hiori, and this entrance in the backyard of the house where the murder was located was really wonderful.

But luckily it's on the wall, if it's on the ground...... The kittens really didn't dare to jump.

"Anyway, what's going on, I can't hold anything...... I was like a ghost, I could put my hand through the cup, but I could get my hands on the bottle when I 'thought' to grab it...... Grab it. After a long mutter, Marceau turned around and looked at the girl who was holding the bottle with her left hand and scratching it with her right hand, and the kitten had to admit that the girl had finally stopped indulging in her previous cranky thoughts in the face of curiosity.

Isn't that really gratifying?

"We're not on the main plane right now, what we're seeing now is just a fragment of the past, and we can interfere with what's in this room, but I think we. Speaking of this, Marceau knelt on the ground and looked at the corpse lying on the floor: "He should be the treasurer, wearing daily clothes, although he can't see the rank because of death, but I think the guy nailed to the wall on the other side and the two sitting on the bookshelf are more like bodyguards, rather than a financial gentleman who is only responsible for settling accounts and not in charge of fighting." ”

"Yes, both of them were wearing leather armor, but this one had a long-sleeved arrow pinned to his chest. Long first checked the guy who was nailed to the wall, only to see her reach out to help the deceased's head: "Although the appearance is okay, how can it give people a feeling of being really ugly...... The charm must not have been over four, what an ugly guy. ”

Marceau asked the girl to check the bodyguard, and began to check the finances herself, according to the mission intelligence, this one was the first to be killed, so Marceau focused on confirming how this one died. The back of the corpse was intact, so the cat cub turned him over and saw a face that made the cat pleasing to the eye: "This guy is really a professional businessman, with at least sixteen points of charm, and he should have opened a natural favor, who saw his face." First impressions are never bad. ”

"Strength is king, and you can't live a good life by relying on your face. "A long and serious accosting.

"Yes, it's just a good face, but this one kneels. "The murderer should have been face to face with him, but when he shook his hand, he pulled him to his side, and then the knife opened the unfortunate man's neck, which would explain why this guy's right hand was not involved in wiping his neck." ”

Standing up, Marceau turned to look at the bodyguard who was checking on the nailed wall: "Then the guy turned around. The sleeve arrow in the sleeve was ejected and a bodyguard was nailed. ”

Then the kitten cub walked to another bodyguard leaning against the bookshelf, looked at the back of his head that was somewhat missing, raised his head with his hand, and found that the guy had a lead bullet penetration wound on his forehead, and the kitten looked up and saw blood stains and some white mysterious marks on the bookshelf.

Then the killer pulled out the musket from his waist and threw his arms around the bodyguard...... In terms of his methods alone. I'm sure it's enough to beat at least eighty percent of the so-called masters. Marceau let go of her hand, and the cub who stood up said to the girl.

"Is it so stakesome. I don't see it at all. Chang said with a curious face.

"Of course you can't see it, silly girl. Marceau replied solemnly.

So the next moment, the face of the kitten cub was twisted by the girl, and she enjoyed the pleasure after the violence, and pointed to the scene angrily: "Now you have found nothing at all except that you think the murderer is very profitable, what should you do?" ”

"Nope. Actually, I found a lot. Marceau beckoned to the girl, and he led him to Mr. Finance.

"I don't see any clues to this guy. Chang Chang said with a frown.

So Marceau first took out a twist from Mr. Finance's left hand: "This twist...... See this pattern. The kitten pointed to the canary pigeon badge on the twist.

"That's right, I see it, what do you want to say. ”

"Spotted pigeon, this is the certification badge of the staff of the Nighthawks of Ashbee in the canary area. They are usually sewn onto shirts, and the weather in Provence is not cold enough to warrant a coat, so it is likely that the button was ripped from the sleeve of the murderer. Marceau placed the clasp in the girl's palm.

"Nighthawk?" said that he didn't understand at all.

So Marceau told Long Cheng about his previous encounter with Nighthawk in his adventure in Palo Ernst, the story was a bit long, but Long seemed to be very engaged, and when it was confirmed that Anta of the Lawrence family was safe, the girl nodded vigorously with joy on her face: "That's great!

"We just did what we were supposed to do...... Although I have checked the organization of these guys in the novel and historical lines, I still can't fully look at this organization, and the only thing I can confirm now is that these guys seem to be guarding the royal family of Ashbee, and seem to be guarding against something. Speaking of this, Marceau glanced at the corpse at his feet with some strange eyes: "Now the question arises, why did these players die at the hands of a Nighthawk. ”

"Marceau, do you think someone is trying to cause trouble? Chang asked.

"If it's really a mess, wouldn't it be better to have a little evidence of the Assassins' Guild or some other thieves' guild, a big organization like Nighthawk...... It doesn't seem that there are many robbers and murderers who dare to offend, after all, this is the official organization of a kingdom, and anyone who wants to pretend at will will definitely be found by the Nighthawks, and I think that since the NPCs are so smart, it is impossible to do these ways to die. Marceau's analysis is based on the intelligence of the NPCs, and the danger of pretending to be a murderer of a large organization is far higher than that of a murderer disguised as a murderer with the intention of making money, and since it is a game world with a true god and a prophetic mage, it only takes one prophecy or one communication with the true god to make a perfect disguise a joke.

If it is possible for players to make this kind of mistake, no NPC killer will fail to understand this truth, so Marceau thinks that no one should be so crazy - because the really crazy and stupid murderer has already been destroyed by the bitter master.

"Hmm...... You have a point, but the question now is, why did Nighthawk kill him, for the sake of money? I don't think such a large organization would be short of money to allow its subordinates to make a living. Chang asked with a strange expression.

"Then it depends on what kind of business these guys are doing, after all, these guys can't tell us the truth, but we can still confirm it with this thing on the table. ”

"Ledger, pay attention, let me take a screenshot of this thing, you can find other evidence. Long reached out and took the ledger and began to take screenshots page by page, and Marceau began to analyze the cigarette butts on the ground - they were not burned enough, and a third of them, if the player smoked them, would never be so wasteful.

Picking up the cigarette, Marceau took out the cigarette and sniffed it - if memory serves, it was the favorite southern tobacco of the sailors of the Stormy Sea, and the discovery caused the kitten to snooze several times in a row.

"Marceau, why did you catch a cold. Chang Chang asked, turning his head.

"No, I just sniffed the tobacco, and it smelled so big. Marceau quickly explained.

"I see, is this thing also evidence? Long continued to ask.

"Well, it's the tobacco that the sailors like, and it's definitely not the light smoke that the players like. Marceau explained, checking the ashtray and discovering that there were still several extinguished cigarette butts inside.

So the examination continued, and after confirming that the two footprints were different from the three who died at the scene, the kitten confirmed that the killer had a pair of 42-yard feet...... It seems that the murderer's race should not be an elf, because elves absolutely do not smoke, whether it is a player or an NPC, because the smell of tobacco will irritate the elves' lungs and make the elves cough, this feeling is unacceptable to either NPCs or players, so in the presence of elves, few people will light a cigarette.

Because if you light a cigarette, it is very likely that you will gain malicious intent from NPC elves, or white eyes from player elves.

And then it could not be a small man, for no little man could have such a big foot, not even a dwarf—for it was impossible for a dwarf to kill the treasures in that way, unless he wanted to make blood spew himself.

It's only possible that it's human, and that's in line with Nighthawk's race - most of these guys are humans, and of course there are some half-breeds or other races, but judging from the situation on the scene, it's definitely human.

"Nighthawk, human...... I suddenly began to be a little eager to meet Riberius. Marceau dropped the cigarette and looked at Chang Chang and said.

“…… Do you think he's a murderer?" asked Higaku, looking up from his ledger and curious.

"At least I think he should know that as a traitor, it is more than luck to 'survive' in a city with the Nighthawk Organization until now. Marceau shrugged his shoulders: "Shoot the book, let's go, it's still early at night, let's go meet a certain halfling Nighthawk...... Also a good choice. ”

After taking a picture of the account book, Chang Yuan threw the account book back on the table: "Let's go, detective, the old rules, you lead the way." ”

"No problem, the assistant is long, don't ...... this time" Noticing the killing intent in the girl's eyes, for the sake of his own face, the cat cub decided to change the word: "Don't be absent-minded anymore." ”

“…… Here you go. Chang handed his hand to the kitten, and the girl looked unhappy, as if she was a million unhappy to give her hand to the kitten.

“…… All right. The kitten reached out and held the hand in front of him, and the kitten looked blind and happy, and the cheeky was able to escape from the girl's hands.

Very satisfied. (To be continued......)