Issa didn't know exactly how Holden made her judgment, but she had no intention of asking, and after getting along many times, she had become accustomed to Holden's control and inference of details, and was often able to detect parts that she couldn't pay attention to, which was why she sought Holden's help.

What's more, Hoden's guesses corroborate the information she browsed. So, Issa didn't doubt him.

Sweeper, it's a clue, but it's still not enough to point the suspect at Randolph.

Issa cast her gaze toward Høden.

A smile rose at the corner of Holden's mouth, "I'm a little curious about how the hell Vigilant Randolph Davis has reduced the crime rate by fifty percent." ”

Issa knew in an instant.

As a result, Issa and Holden return to the Seventh Precinct Sheriff's Sheriff to find Randolph's immediate boss and retrieve the school's criminal record.

The answer soon emerged.

"We all like to laugh at the patrolmen, saying that they are being relegated to the Leisure Department, and they are responsible for handling trivial matters such as student quarrels or petty theft, and no one treats them as vigilantes anymore. But you have to admit that they do a great job, especially Randolph. ”

"The numbers never lie. ”

The pot-bellied middle-aged man had a pipe in his mouth, and his face was full of arrogance, although he said that he admired their excellent work, but there was no warmth in his eyes, and it was not difficult to guess that the hard work was the responsibility of Randolph and the others, and the credit should fall on their heads.

Issa wrestled with the other party, while Hodden quickly scanned through the pile of criminal records, and in a matter of moments, he found the key.

"Last August, the largest supplier of silver in the Seventh Precinct was killed, and the case remains unsolved. ”

Since then, there has been a noticeable precipitous decline in the crime rate.

The beer belly, which was bragging about his insight, paused for a moment, then said in a sigh that he remembered, "You mean Rockwell, right? He and his girlfriend were killed in their home by execution." ”

Executions, that is, the means by which the security forces execute criminals.

Not so long ago, hanging was still the main method of execution, and every city had a special execution ground where all residents were allowed to come and watch the execution, but in the last decade, with the widespread use of muskets and the rapid development of technology, the methods of death punishment have begun to become more complex and diverse:

Beheading. Shot. Hanging. Poison.

Different cities and regions have different options, and Iwabuchi is more popular for shooting.

Regardless of the method of execution, the offender was to kneel on his knees with his hands behind his back, while the executioner stood behind him to complete the execution.

"Shot?" Issa asked.

"No, decapitation. Beer belly shook his head, "More precisely, it should be similar to decapitation, after all, decapitation is also a physical and technical job." Rockwell must have been hammered to death by a heavy object on his head, and his head burst open like a ripe papaya, and blood and brains splattered everywhere. ”

Issa reflexively cast his gaze at Hoden: to kill chickens and monkeys with thunder and create the most terrifying and bloody effects, which is completely in line with Randolph's style, and it is also a heavy object to hammer the head, which also requires the murderer to have enough strength, even the psyker-

This effect can be achieved with the wave of the arm after adding the strong wind element.

At this point, the last piece of the puzzle is complete with the scents that Horgan smelled at the crime scene.

Hodden was concerned about much more, "Did you take pictures of the scene?"

"Of course not, what do we do with those records?" Beer Belly shook his head in disgust, "How did I not know, you still have such a hobby?"

Haddon didn't explain, but read the investigation file in detail, "It is mentioned here that although the whole crime scene is splashed with blood, the rest of the place is very clean, and the living room, kitchen, and corridor are all ......"

"Ah, yes, it's like cleaning with a cleaner. But what does it matter? Maybe Rockwell is so clean? I don't want anyone else to find traces of silver in his house?" said Beer Belly, patting his thick chin, nonchalantly.

Isa's eyes lit up.

Hodden then asked, "Is there any trace of psionic energy at the crime scene?"

"How do I know. Beer Belly waved his hand nonchalantly, "You can look at the scroll, all the clues and details are recorded in it." We still haven't found any clues, and the case has been put on hold, so it would be great if you could help. ”

This is the daily life of the vigilantes, Issa cast his gaze towards Hoden with some restraint, as if to say: Now you know why I asked you for help, right?

Issa and Holden stayed in the Seventh Precinct to go through some more information before they got up and left.

Now the facts of the case have gradually become clearer:

Randolph killed Clowell and used thunderous means to establish his power, not only taking over Clowell's finch silver business, but also establishing his own strength, which led to a significant reduction in the school-wide crime rate, and at the same time, the finch silver trade was also effectively controlled.

Retired vigilantes like Osman all gathered around Randolph to manage the school's silver trading business for her in the name of the school security guard, otherwise, even if it was double paid, the school security guard's salary would not be enough to buy a sailboat for Ottoman, let alone the huge amount of cash in the Osman family.

Unexpectedly, Lenoer's investigation accidentally unearthed Osman, which angered Randolph.

Killed the four Lenoll family to cover up the Finch's silver business, to cover up the murder of Clowell, or to deter the vigilantes and other would-be investigators.

As a result, one Lenor, another Issa, and the vine found Osman again, which also forced Randolph to break his wrist and sacrifice Osman in time to save himself.

"But we don't have evidence right now. "Issa is completely sure that Randolph is the murderer they are looking for, and all the puzzle pieces can be matched, but reasoning is only reasoning after all, and if there is no evidence, she has no way to arrest Randolph, and she is also worried that she will make a mistake again-

It's as if Mr. Lenore was thought to have murdered first and then committed suicide.

After getting back into the carriage, Issa was a little discouraged and a little irritable, "We can't just convict based on some traces of the sweeper. ”

"Squadron Leader Isa, remember what I said earlier? Psionic energy will leave traces after use, and psionic energy also has its own unique properties, we can trace the model through the traces of the cleaner, and further trace it to the factory that owns the cleaner, and see who provided those cleaners to Randolph. ”

Holden already had a draft, but he didn't expect to be vetoed by Issa in person this time - this is the first time.

"I can't do it. Issa looked at Howlen helplessly, "I can't do all of what you're saying." ”

Hodden couldn't help but be stunned, and then realized that his way of thinking still hadn't switched to the Norsnes continent, and many ways of extracting and verifying physical evidence had to be adjusted.