Lucas walked over to his chair and looked down. "Not bad, detective. He said. "But that's just foreplay. You'll see the show later, and I've got a bucket for you to vomit. He turned around and turned off the malfunctioning CD with a touch of the pencil eraser.

Andrew glanced at him with his eyes--- this guy didn't understand who he was at all, didn't understand who he was expressing his displeasure to--- Andrew rubbed his face indifferently, and then walked past him and into the bedroom.

A red glint flashed in Andrew's eyes. Andrew looked at the scene, mechanically jotted down his notes, and quietly pressed the thought of screaming in his head to --- hellish picture, it had been too long to see such a wonderful scene, and the dry bones were obviously more exciting without fresh blood.

They must have been dead for at least a day, because the mortis had appeared.

They lay on the bed, and she straddled him, leaning back like a dancer, the curve of her breasts outlining a beautiful outline. He straightened out beneath her, a lean, sturdy man, arms outstretched, clutching the silk sheets, fists clenched. If this image had been published in a pornographic magazine, it would have been quite tempting.

…… It's just that the torso of the couple's upper left body is completely blown open---- just like the poor and ugly bosses in many inferior zombie games, their chests are completely opened.

Beneath their skin, their ribs stick outward, like a large knife of varying lengths. Blood splattered from the major arteries out of their bodies, all the way to the mirrors on the walls, along with large pieces of slimy flesh that were originally their hearts.

Standing above the two, a large hollow in their bodies could be seen. Andrew noted the gray lining of the lifeless left lung and ribs, which appeared to be spurting outwards and being torn apart by some internal force.

Of course, it doesn't seem to be erotic at all.

The bed is placed in the middle of the room, creating a subtle reinforcement effect. The bedroom was decorated in the same way as the living room – a large candle, but now burned out and extinguished.

Andrew approached the bed and walked around it, the carpet creaking as Andrew walked. Andrew's mind was about to turn everyone into this twisted urge - his hand could barely resist pulling out his wand---- suppressed by my control and rigorous training, but still ready to move.

Andrew wanted to forget about it. "He seems to be a madman, who regards the pain of being treated as his own work, and from his approach, it seems... personality". Andrew put away the notes in his hand and looked at his flip plate carefully--- Lucas let out a silent scoff.

This woman is about 20 years old and has a good figure. At least Andrew thinks she was, it's just hard to see now. Her hair is brown, cut in a wavy style, and it feels dyed. Her eyes opened slightly, and Andrew could only vaguely guess that they were not black eyes. Maybe light green?

The man was about forty years old, and he had the kind of physique that worked out all day long. There was a tattoo on the biceps, a winged dagger, half of which was covered by the pulled sheet.

He had several scars on his knee joints, and they were all deep. On the lower abdomen was a long, slender and wrinkled scar, which Andrew guessed had been stabbed with a knife.

Everywhere there were scattered items of clothing - a man's tuxedo, a woman's black tight-fitting dress and a pair of loafers. There are also two suitcases, unopened and neatly arranged, which should have been laid out by the waiter.

Andrew looked up, and Hermione was silently looking at Andrew.

Andrew shrugged at her.

"How?" Hermione asked. "Is this case involved? Death Eaters?"

"Even if there were no Death Eaters, there were some lunatics involved. Andrew told her.

Lucas snorted.

Andrew laughed too—but it was the reaction of his mind to the idea of turning Lucas into a pile of bones when it was suppressed.

Andrew felt the world in front of him fade for a while--- which was the after-effect of the breath of destruction--- he had to immediately use magic to prevent those gray forces from approaching Hermione, Andrew calmed down and walked out of the room.

Lucas thought Andrew was frightened by the terrible scene in front of him, and pointed to a stainless steel bucket on the side, "You can throw up."

Apparently someone had already spit into that bucket, I don't know if it was Lucas, he still looked brave - Andrew didn't spit up, he untied the easy disc from his wrist. Aiming at the two dead people whose hearts exploded from their chests---- it seemed that aliens had burst out of their chests, but obviously, as far as Andrew knew, there had been no aliens in this world, let alone the Star Monarch.

The black hanging sticks were particularly conspicuous, but the hanging sticks did not respond, and Andrew silently chanted a spell, and the long and short hanging sticks quickly combined, and some mist began to rise around them.

Lucas snorted again disdainfully---- he thought Andrew should go to the circus to perform as a clown.

Someone did it with magic--- a vague ghost flashed around it, it was a projection of the past---- Andrew learned the latest magic from the soul sect magic, extracting soul traces.

One of the blurred figures exudes a different aura --- wizard!

These people who use magic to harm others have violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic. The conservatives of the wizarding group of the Ministry of Magic will be so angry that they will all have a stroke.

It's not a demon or a spirit, it's not a fantasy world of creatures like vampires or cave giants, it's a wizard, a dark wizard, premeditated and planned.

It's worse than murder. This is a vicious, despicable perverted behavior--- but Andrew's hell barks like a mad dog: this is how the world should be, the weak eat the strong, and the flesh of the weak should become the blood of the strong.

Beautiful magic becomes a tool of destruction.

If you haven't seen the pure evils of the end of the law, it's hard to believe that such thoughts can have any appeal--- pure freedom, pure darkness---- which is hard to explain.

Demon gods are also a kind of life, and most of them have human perceptions, intelligence, and emotions. Just as it has always been an unchanging truth, eternal destruction is destined to be the end of life from the moment it is born. The Cult of Death has good reason to convince doomsday humans that --- death is liberation and suffering is the source of progress.

Andrew sat up straight again, breathing hard, relying on his limited willpower to suppress the will of destruction gushing out of his body. Hermione and Lucas walked out of the room together.

"Alright, Andy. Hermione said. "Let's figure it out, what do you think is going on?"

Andrew took a moment to concentrate his thoughts before answering. They went inside, drank some champagne, danced and caress the stereo, went into the bedroom, and stayed there for less than an hour. Attacked just as he was about to climax. “

"Less than an hour. Lucas said. "How do you know?"

The CD was only an hour and ten minutes long, and after deducting the minutes spent dancing and drinking, they went to their room. Was the CD still on when the body was found?"

"Nope. Hermione said.

"So the CD wasn't repeated. Andrew thought they were using music to create the perfect mood to fit the room and all of that. “

Lucas muttered maliciously, "What he thought of, we have thought of a long time ago." He said to Hermione, "He'd better think of something more." “

Hermione gave Lucas a blank look and said, "Shut up." She whispered, "We need more opinions, Andy." “

Andrew raised his hand and straightened his hair. "There are only two ways to inflict this kind of damage. The first is, of course, Transfiguration, which is the most direct, destructive, and gorgeous form of magic. As long as the skill and ability of transformation are sufficient, it can even produce explosions, flames, and the like. I don't think that's a good thing about Transfiguration, though. “

"Why?" asked Hermione. Andrew hears the sound of her pencil writing in the notebook she carries with her.

"Because you have to see or reach the target you want to cast. Andrew told her. "Transfiguration can only be used within sight. The killer had to stay in the same room as the man and woman, so it would be difficult to hide the evidence needed by the police, and someone who could use the spell should understand that it was better to use a gun. The gun is relatively simple. “

"Of course, you have to stare at each other to cast a spell, I ignored that...."Hermione muttered.

"The other, less common, I'm not sure, seems to be a blood curse. Andrew said. "The way of the universe is life. Every life needs blood, and blood is the source of vitality. Many primitive witchcraft evolved step by step from the shaman's bloodthirsty existence, and the blood curse is an important branch of this curse. “

Lucas snorted, "What a. “

Hermione asked, confused, "How come I've never heard of it?"

Andrew shook his head, "This part of this stuff is not recorded even in the forbidden section of Hogwarts, if you have to know, remember the shamans from the African continent during the tournament? ”

Hermione was skeptical, but she had gotten used to believing in Andrew over the years, and Hermione jotted down a few key points in her notebook: primitive, shamanic, African, and then asked, "How do you use it, Harry?

Andrew nodded. "The killer just needs some of the victim's things, such as hair, fingernails, blood samples, and so on. “

"Like a polyjuice potion?"

"That's right, it's just that the compound decoction is not that harmful. “

"The woman's hair had just been dyed. Hermione said.

Andrew nodded. "You can find out where she did her hair, and you should be able to find some clues, maybe. “

"Any other useful news?"

"Yes, the murderer knew the victim, and I think it was a woman. “

Lucas sneered, "I really don't think we need to listen to this nonsense here, nine out of ten homicides are where the murderer knows the victim." “

"Shut up, Lucas. Hermione said. "Andy, why do you think that?"

Andrew stood up and rubbed his face again with his palm. "That's the necessary way magic works. When you cast this magic, it comes from within. Wizards have to be very focused on what they have to do, first mobilize the magic, construct the right loop, use spells, activate the wand, and go through a series of combinations, switches, and then make it happen. You can't make a thought come true that doesn't come from your heart---- that's why some wizards can kill dozens or hundreds of people with the same Calling Spell, while others only make others have stomach aches. The killer could have killed these two people and made it look like an accident, but she wanted to make it the way she was. The purpose of this should be to cause the death of these two people. Eighty percent is for revenge, and the person you are looking for may be a mistress or wife. “

And it's no coincidence that they were having sex when they died. Emotions are also a conduit of magic, one that can connect to you

The paths on your body--- such as digging into the heart and digging into the bones, the Patronus Charm - all require you to mobilize enough emotions to achieve it.

She chose a special moment when the two of them were together and showed their sensuality, using the sample as the focus of the spell casting, and preparing it in advance--- which showed that it was a ritual of revenge and not a simple prank. “

"Nonsense. Lucas said. This time, though, it sounded like an absent-minded swear, not specifically at Andrew.

Hermione glared at Andrew. "You've always emphasized 'her'. She questioned Andrew. "Why the hell do you think that? Are women jealous beasts?"

Andrew compared the room. "Because if it weren't for endless hatred, a man would not have done such a bad thing. Andrew said. "And women hate

He is more fierce than a man. They are more likely to focus, making magic work better. Come on, witches are much more ruthless than wizards. Anyway, I feel like it's a woman's revenge. “

But men can do that, too. Hermione said.

"Hmm. Andrew didn't answer directly.

"God, Andrew, you're such a macho pig. Could it be that this is something that only women do?" Hermione glared at Andrew dissatisfied.

"Uh.... No, I don't think. Andrew frowned slightly, she didn't know where Hermione learned these habits--- Pig, F*uk, Damn, SH* T AND OTHER STRANGE WORDS, COULD IT BE THAT HERMIONE FELT THAT THESE WORDS WOULD MAKE HER COOLER--- ANDREW FELT THE NEED TO TALK TO HERMIONE, SHE SHOULDN'T BE A TRAGIC DETECTIVE WHO SACRIFICES HERSELF AT A CRITICAL MOMENT IN REALITY THAT SHE WILL NEVER BE PROMOTED--- HER FUTURE IS DESIGNED, FIRST MASTERING THE Auror Office, then the Ministry of Magic, then the Wizarding Europe, and finally becoming the Savior..... Among these images, none of them need to be cool to gain a sense of existence.

"Don't you think—" Lucas said in a long tone. "What a specialist. “

Perhaps this Lucas's destined fate is the tragic hero who struggles in the whirlpool of human nature, but Hermione is not. "Xiao Min, I'll go and see what kind of blood curse will have such a result. As soon as I find the answer, I'll be sure to let you know. “

"When will you tell me again?" asked Hermione.

"Let's go back in the evening. Andrew raised his hand to block her next sentence. "That's not the most important thing, Min, don't forget, you're going to report to the Minister of Magic and the Prime Minister tonight--- I'd suggest you'd better go back to your office now and get ready. “

"But there's no clue about this case?" Hermione said distressedly.

"Don't you have a good colleague?" Andrew glanced at Lucas for the first time, "you have to figure out your responsibilities and don't overdo it." ”

"What? If receiving merit is also a kind of work, you are indeed doing a good job as an expert. Lucas said dissatisfied. Hermione glanced at him, and though she didn't agree with him, she didn't say anything to stop him.