The medical examiner and coroner's team had arrived, and a police officer standing by the door handed over a pair of fashionable plastic boots for Andrew to wear over his shoes, as well as a pair of loose plastic gloves for Andrew to wear on his hands. "I would have called you earlier. Hermione said, "But your phone is deactivated again, Andy." “

"It was a miserable night. Andrew replied as he staggered back into his booties. "What's going on now?"

"Another victim. She said. "The same way he died as Byrne's subordinate, the female student. “

"Oh my God!" Andrew said. "They're taking advantage of the storm. “

"What?" Hermione looked back at Andrew.

"Storm. Andrew repeated. "You can use storms and other natural phenomena to fix things. Everything in nature can be used as a source of magic. “

"You haven't mentioned it before. Hermione reproached Andrew.

"I didn't figure it out until last night. Andrew touched his cheek so Andrew understood. Hell, that's why the Shadow Man was able to do everything in one night. He summons the demon and sends it to kill Andrew, then appears in the form of an avatar so that he can go back to the crime.

"Have you identified the victim?" Andrew asked.

Hermione replied as she turned and walked in. "Bella Randall. Private chauffeur. Twenty-nine years old. “

Fortunately, Hermione had already turned her head, otherwise Andrew's jaw was just enough to tell her that Andrew knew the deceased, and she would definitely ask all sorts of unpleasant questions next. Andrew stared behind Hermione for a moment, quickly masked Andrew's expression, and followed her into the suite.

Bella Randall's one-bedroom suite looks like a rock band's touring car, and it's like a concert, a dance party, and a bobblehead party afterward.

Dirty laundry was scattered on one side of the queen bed, and there were a lot of clothes that looked like they might have been ordered from the season's runway catalogue – lace, velvet, bright colors, all designed to make the eyes eat tofu.

The shelves, dressers, and bedside tables around the beds had many candles, most of which were half burned. The drawers of the bedside table are ajar, revealing some personal "entertainment" props – toys that Bella Randall clearly loves.

The kitchenette on the other side looks like it's rarely in use, with nothing but a coffee maker, a microwave, and a trash can stuffed with several pizza boxes. Perhaps it was the pizza box that played a role that made Andrew grieve at the sudden understanding and sympathy for Bella.

Many young people's kitchens look like this most of the time, just less microwave. The people who live here also realize that there is only loneliness waiting for her at home. Sometimes that's comforting, but often it's not. Andrew dared to say that Bella must have recognized this.

But Andrew never had a chance to get to know each other. The coroner's team gathered around the bed, blocking the contents in between, and the scene was like a flock of vultures waiting for a feast when the bandits of the Old West were buried in the earth and only their heads were exposed. They talked in low voices, expressionless like gluttons, rarely discussing details with their companions, and only saying things that made no real sense on superficial observations.

"Andy?" Hermione whispered, her tone indicating that she had called Andrew several times. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Andrew's mouth twitched. Of course Andrew has a problem, who would be okay with this kind of thing? But Andrew didn't answer like that, Andrew told her, "I'm just having a headache, sorry, let's get this done!"

She nodded and led Andrew to the bed. Hermione was much more slender than most of the people who worked at the bedside, but Andrew was almost a head taller than them. So Andrew didn't have to ask anyone to give way, just walk over to the bed and see it.

Bella was on the phone when she was dying, she was naked, and even though it was still the beginning of the year, her buttocks were already showing lines. Eighty percent of her days in the winter have sunbathered. Her hair was still a little wet, she was lying on her back, her eyes were half-closed, and her expression was calm that Andrew had never seen on her face.

Her heart was pulled out and thrown on that large bed, about a foot and a half away from her. The heart had become a meat sauce, squeezed into a ball, and looked wet and slippery, with a dull red color. Her chest was also opened, and the exposed white bones were burst open by the force that dug out her heart.

Andrew only stared for a moment, indifferently jotting down the details. Again, someone ended a life with magic again.

Andrew couldn't help but think of her voice on the phone, funny, witty, and sensual in her conversation. She reveals a slight sense of insecurity, and her vulnerability highlights another part of her personality. Her hair was slightly damp because she had to take a shower before coming to Andrew. No matter what others said about her, she used to live with enthusiasm and vitality. It used to be.

Eventually, Andrew noticed how quiet the room was.

The entire five members of the coroner's team looked up at Andrew, waiting. When Andrew looked around, they all looked away, but even if you weren't a wizard, you could tell the expressions on their faces. Fear, pure fear. They were shocked by what science could not explain. The sudden, brutal and bloody evidence proves one thing: even the last three hundred years of scientific research can hardly match this thing that has been lurking in the dark for so long.

And Andrew is the one who should have the answer.

Andrew didn't give them any answers, and when Andrew looked away from Bella's body, the silence that followed really put Andrew on the highest point. Andrew walked through the room to the small bathroom, where the bathtub was still full. On the vanity in front of the mirror are a pair of bracelets, a pair of earrings, some cosmetics and a bottle of perfume.

Hermione appeared and stood next to Andrew, looking at the bathroom. She felt a lot smaller than usual.

"She called us. Hermione said. "119 has phone records, so we only knew we were coming here. She calls to say she knows who killed Byrne's men, and they are after her. Then she started screaming. “

"That's when the spell hit her, and the phone was cut off. “

Hermione nodded nondeniably, "Yes, the phone was disconnected, but we were fine when we came." “

"Magic sometimes interferes with tech, you know. Andrew rubbed one eye and said, "Have you been in contact with her relatives or something?"

Hermione shook her head. "She doesn't have any relatives in the city, and we're still looking for it, but it's going to take some time. We tried to get in touch with her boss, but he wasn't there. Looks like it's called Beckot?" she looked at Andrew's face and waited for him to speak. "Have you heard of this man?" she asked after a moment.

Andrew didn't turn his head to look at Hermione, just shrugged his shoulders.

Hermione's jaw tensed, a slight movement in the corner of her eye, and she continued, "They're Mr. and Mrs. Betty." Three years ago, their daughter Amanda was killed by a stray bullet, and one of Byrne's men shot the little girl in a fight with a gang of gangs who wanted to play their turf. She lay in the intensive care unit for three weeks before they extubated her and ended her life. “

Andrew didn't say a word, but Andrew remembered Mrs. Beckett's numb face and dead fish-like eyes.

The Betchetes tried to sue Byrne for manslaughter, but Byrne's lawyer was so good that the case was dropped before it even went to court, and they never found the guy who shot the little girl. Some people say that Byrne wanted to pay the couple compensation, but they refused. “

Andrew didn't say a word, and behind Andrew, Bella's body was sealed in a body bag. Andrew heard someone count three times and lifted her up, put her on a gurney or something, and pushed her out. One of the coroners told Hermione that they wanted to take a break and come back in ten minutes. She nodded and sent them out, and the room fell silent.

"Okay, Andy. She whispered, as if she didn't want to disturb the new tranquility of the suite. "What do you want to tell me?" there was a slight pressure in the question, she probably wanted to ask Andrew what was hiding from her, and that was what she meant. She reached out of her jacket pocket and handed Andrew a plastic bag.

Andrew took the bag, which contained Andrew's business card, the one Andrew had given Bella, and the card still had that little crease, caused by Andrew hiding it in the palm of his hand. It was also stained with what Andrew guessed was Bella's blood. Andrew looked at the place on the plastic bag where the case number and the name of the exhibit should have been written, but it was still blank, indicating that the item had not been registered. It has not yet been made public.

Hermione was still waiting for Andrew's answer, and she wanted Andrew to tell her something. Andrew was just not sure what she wanted Andrew to say that there were a lot of people who had taken his business cards and he didn't know why this one was here, or if Andrew wanted to admit that he knew the deceased and explain the extent of his involvement. She'll then ask Andrew questions – questions specifically for suspects.

"If I tell you. Andrew asked her. "I have telepathy, would you believe it?"

"What kind of telepathy?" she said. She didn't look up at Andrew.

"I sense ......" Andrew paused, pondering the choice of words, and Andrew wanted to be able to make it clear. "I sensed that this woman had a criminal record, and she should have possessed banned drugs and *** or something. I sensed that she had worked for Ms. Bianca in the Velvet House before. I sensed that she used to be very close friends and lovers with international students. I sensed that if we had gone to her yesterday to ask about the dead, she would have said she didn't know. “

Hermione scrutinized Andrew's words for a moment. "Andy, you need to know. She said in a tone of unease, coldness and anger. "If you could sense these things yesterday or even this morning, then we have a chance to talk to her. We'll have a chance to find some clues from her. We even have a chance--" She turned around and thrust Andrew to the door with all her strength, fast and hard. "We even had a chance. She snapped. "Let her live. She glared up at Andrew's face. She didn't look like a cowardly student council president at all, but more like a she-wolf screaming beside the corpse of a young wolf, waiting for an opportunity to avenge her son.

This time it was Andrew's turn to turn his face away. "A lot of people have my business card. Andrew said. "I was handing out flyers, and I don't know how she got my business card. “

"Andrew, do you think I'm stupid to read?" she said. She stepped back and walked towards the blood-stained sheets. "You're pretending garlic to me, I know you're pretending to be garlic. You're lying to me, Andrew, you know what I mean. She had her back to Andrew. "Someone has already killed three people, and it's my job to stop them, that's what I'm supposed to do. “

Andrew doesn't say a word, and Andrew can still smell Bella Randall's soap and shampoo in the bath.

"Andy, don't force me to make a decision. Her tone softened, but her eyes and expression remained. "Please. “

Andrew pondered. Andrew can tell her everything, and that's exactly what she wants – not just half of the story, not just a part of the information, she has to be in control. She wants to be able to get every piece of the puzzle so she can put the whole piece together and let the bad guys show up. She didn't want Andrew to have a few pieces hidden in his pocket while she was on the puzzle.

What's the downside? Bella Randall also called Andrew earlier that evening. She was going to come to Andrew and talk to him, but before she could provide news to Andrew, someone told her to shut up.

There are two problems with telling Hermione these things. First, she thinks like an Auror, and it's not difficult to find out that Bella isn't a good girl. She has a lot of lovers in both black and white, is it possible that she is close to some people to the extent that she admits it?

Maybe someone slaughtered her lover first because she knocked over the vinegar jar, and then killed her when the next storm came? The idea made sense and worked, a love murder - Hermione must have known that the prosecutor would have spent a lot of time proving that magic could be used as a murder weapon, but if it had been replaced by a gun, it would have gone well.

The second problem, and the one that really bothered Andrew, was that there were three dead people now. And Andrew himself was even attacked, and Andrew still didn't know who the bad guy was. Even if Andrew revealed more of what he knew to Hermione, it wouldn't help her much. It only makes her ask more questions, and what she needs are answers.

If the shadow knew that Hermione was tracking him down, and that he was going in the right direction, he would have killed her outright, and there was nothing she could do to stop the guy. She may be quite difficult for our average bandit to deal with, but in the real world, these dark arts defense spells or spells with many obstacles can't hurt demons---- and they are basically immune to most magic.

Also, the Ministry of Magic is a problem. Prominent families like Dexter and his superiors, who sit on supreme power and are so arrogant that they think they are above all legal authorities, will not hesitate to get rid of a little wizard who has discovered a weakness in the Ministry.

Andrew looked at the bloodstained sheets and remembered Bella's body. Andrew thought of Hermione's office, and then imagined her lying in a pool of blood, her heart pulled out of her chest, or something horrible slicing her neck from behind.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. Andrew whispered hoarsely. "I wish I could help you, but I really don't know. Andrew didn't look at her, nor did he hide that Andrew was lying.

Rather than seeing it, Andrew felt her eyes become more stern, and small lines that symbolized grievance and anger appeared. Andrew didn't dare say if she was crying or not, but she did raise her hand and comb her hair up, then she turned to the front door and shouted, "Ferdinand, get out of here!"

One officer was as if he had just stepped out of a time tunnel - his jacket had been the same for days, along with the food stains on his tie and his signature hair. If you think about it, a person like him who is as immutable as him is also reassuring. No matter whether the sky fell or not, no matter how unsightly the scene was, Ferdinand would always be exactly the same bird virtue. He looked directly at Andrew as he entered. "What?"

She threw him the plastic bag, and he caught it. "Remember this thing. She said. "Wait here, I need a witness. “

Ferdinand looked down at the bag and noticed that it was Andrew's business card, his bean-sized eyes wide open. He looked back at Andrew, who saw the guy's head shifting gears, swapping Andrew from a "hated ally" to a "suspect".

"Andy. Hermione said. She still maintained a cold and polite tone. "I have some questions for you, can you come to the bureau and make some notes?"

And ask some questions. The Ministry of Magic would have taken action and attacked Andrew within thirty hours, and Andrew would have the time to answer questions. "I'm sorry, Captain, I'm going to get my hair straightened tonight. “

"That's tomorrow morning. She said.

"We'll talk about it then. Andrew said.

"If you don't come tomorrow morning. Hermione said. "I'll apply for a warrant, and we'll come to you. Andy, I can assure you that I'll get some answers from you. “

"Whatever you want. Andrew told her as he walked to the door. Ferdinand took a step forward and blocked Andrew's path. Andrew stopped to look at him, who kept his eyes on Andrew's chest. "If I hadn't been arrested. Andrew told her. "Then I guess I should be able to go. “

"Ferdinand, let him go. Hermione said coldly, and Andrew could tell she had internal injuries. "Andrew, you'd better wait for me at home and explain these things to me—" she said as she approached and said in a tone that was too calm to do so. "And if you're the one behind it, I'll tell Cho about it, and maybe Luna, unless you want to be homeless from now on, you'd better not play with us. Do you understand?"

Andrew really understood. Andrew understands the pressure, the frustration, the anger, and the determination to stop the killing from happening again. If Andrew were some kind of hero in Romance, Andrew would have spoken some impassioned words directly. But Andrew is Andrew, so Andrew said, "I understand, Min." “

Ferdinand made a way.

Andrew was far away from Hermione, who he couldn't talk to, and away from Bella, who was killed by the demons, and the demons cheered in his head, and they roared to tear Hermione to shreds, turning Ferdinand into a pile of ashes,---- Andrew was in a terrible mood, and the bloodthirsty impulse was about to drown Andrew's sanity like a rising tide.