"Damn, remember what you said. Along the way, Bailey repeated the warning in a rambling manner.

"Remember, remember. Eric didn't say a word. Although Bailey is still skeptical of Eric's reasoning that the town is collapsing, he still has hope and enthusiasm for finding the truth and becoming the town's hero of tomorrow.

"Are you sure there will be clues at the scene of the crime?" asked Caitlyn as the three of them arrived at the door of the Blizzard Bar.

"Do you know about cheese?" Erik pushed the wooden door of the bar.

"Haven't you eaten enough?" said Bailey, in a gruff voice. Eric immediately rolled his eyes, having no common language with the unfunny rough man.

"You mean, the crime scene will take on something different after the fermentation of time?" Caitlyn guessed Eric's mind.

"There's nothing wrong with that. But Eric preferred to say the classic phrase himself. If I change it to a thousand sons...... At this moment, Eric suddenly remembered this innocent agent.

"Looks like you really haven't had enough to eat. Bailey saw that Eric pushed a few times and didn't push the door open.

"W-This door is locked?" said the embarrassed Eric, a little annoyed.

"I sealed the bar, and I don't have the key to the bar, how can I lock it on the outside of the door. Bailey laughed. As he spoke, he pushed hard with both hands, and although the door was a little loose, it still did not open.

"Damn!" Bailey cursed under his breath, slamming his shoulder against the door. But what the three of them didn't expect was that they only heard a crisp "click", and the wooden door of the bar was actually smashed.

"This?" Bailey looked at the cracked wooden door, and was dumbfounded, "My strength ......"

"Not bad. Caitlyn laughed, "Most male heroes are powerful, and from that point of view, you have the potential to be the hero of tomorrow in the town." ”

After seeing the crack in the door, Eric blinked, he broke off a piece of wood slag and sniffed it carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that it is really fermented." ”

"What? What kind of bird language are you saying?" asked Bailey, puzzled.

"Caitlin, please get this door out first. Eric smiled at Caitlyn.

"I'll do this kind of thing. Bailey seems to have a stronger desire for a hero after Caitlin's praise. As he spoke, Bailey elbowed, kicked, and slammed his shoulders into succession, using up any joints in his body that could withstand the impact, and finally smashed the wooden door of the bar into pieces of broken wood of various shapes.

"What are you doing, Grand Officer Bailey. At some point, Cook's wife, Ruth, walked behind the three of them. She looked at Bailey, who was dressed in wooden slag, with a strange expression on her face.

"What else can I do?" Bailey gasped, "I'll report to Mayor Soros about this damn broken door, this door is blocking my way to investigate, and I can only smash it." ”

"Do you need my help?" asked Mrs. Ruth, blinking.

"No, are you looking down on me?" said Bailey, who made a fierce face and drove Mrs. Ruth back to his house.

When Eric and Caitlin saw this, they couldn't help but laugh. Neither of them could have imagined that the big police officer, who looked savage and stupid, would be so witty—"I'll report to Mayor Soros"—and Mrs. Ruth suddenly had no reason to "sue for a small complaint".

"What are you laughing at, you don't have to come and see. Bailey staggered into the bar.

"What the hell is fermenting?" Catelyn looked at the broken planks on the ground.

"Remember how we opened this door in the first place?" asked Eric.

"I was kicked away by a thousand sons. Caitlin recalled.

"Then why kick the door. Eric continued.

"Because the door won't open. Caitlin thought Eric's question was ridiculous, "What the hell are you trying to ask?"

"One last question, why won't the door open? Eric smirked an eyebrow.

Screams came from the second floor of the bar, and the door couldn't be slammed open, of course, because the door was locked. Caitlyn couldn't think of anything wrong with such logic.

"In other words, who of us hasn't seen the door locked, right?" asked Eric.

"Nonsense, if you can see it outside the door, can you still call it a counter-lock?" Bailey scoffed.

"But if you want to keep the door open, you don't need a lock. Eric snorted coldly and pouted back at Bailey.

"What do you use without locks, do you use your mouth?" Bailey sneered, not to be outdone.

"Maybe your saliva will do. Eric chuckled.

"Do you want to fight?" Bailey craned his shoulders as if he was going to punch someone.

"You mean—water?" Catelyn read the clue behind Eric's joke.

"Remember the water we found on the floor of the crime scene on the third floor?" prompted Eric.

"Those are the water after the ice has melted, delaying the decomposition of the corpse and faking the first crime scene. Caitlin repeated.

Similarly, the killer froze the door with water and forged a murder chamber. Eric kicked a broken wooden plank at his feet.

"Freeze the door with water?" Catelyn muttered, and her eyes flashed with realization.

"What the hell is going on?" Bailey's head couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"It's simple. Before we arrived at the Blizzard Bar, the door was not locked at all, but the murderer poured water on the four sides of the door and the door frame, and in the snowy cold weather that night, the water froze and froze the door frame firmly together, creating the illusion that the door was locked. Eric explained.

"Then why are you able to crash away now?" Bailey questioned.

"Because if you want to freeze the door and the door frame by freezing it with water, you have to pour water from the top of the door to freeze the upper edge of the door and the door frame, so that the water will seep into the wooden door from the top down. Then the water in the wooden door freezes at night, and it will melt a little at noon during the day, so that the original wood fiber of the wooden door will become brittle, so when Qianzi kicked the door, the wooden door did not crack like today, and today after you hit the door, the original strong wooden door has become these broken wooden boards of different shapes. Eric continued.

"In other words, the murderer escaped from the Blizzard Bar in a grand manner, and there has never been a murder chamber here?" Bailey never imagined that he would encounter such a terrible murderer in his lifetime.

"As things stand, that's true. Eric stared intently at the ceiling of the bar.