If there were no emergencies, it would have been a beautiful morning for López.

The sun-drenched earth is gilded with gold, the air is cold and sweet, the crops and delicious fruits in the fields are constantly swaying, the river under the bridge is flowing and flowing leisurely, and the active small fish have already begun to compete for food in the clear water.

"Mind helping me ask about the surrounding villagers, respect, um......" At this, Halleth paused, then looked at Alfred with an inquiring expression.

"Alfred Williams. He nodded at Holdais before Alfred gave his name.

"Please forgive me for being unreasonable, respected Knight Alfred, would you mind helping me to inquire about the surrounding villagers, I need to know the general information of this deceased, of course, if there are any clues, it would be the best. As he spoke, Holdeth took a hard puff of his pipe: "Please forgive me for being lazy, it is really difficult for me to gain the trust of the villagers like this, hehe, this is one of my few advantages, if you think I was born so lazy." ”

"Oh, of course not, I'm more than happy to do so, but please don't get too much hope. With a smile, Alfred turned and walked out with another knight beside him.

"It's really a touching trust, isn't it? Just let a suspect go unchecked. After saying that, López couldn't help but sigh.

Listening to his complaints, Haldais, who was walking towards the corner, suddenly turned around and replied: "I don't think if you had nothing to do with them, you wouldn't have made this kind of exclamation." ”

"Perhaps, another brilliant reasoning?" asked López, and began to wander the room, trying hard to clear his name.

"Although I always like to use reasoning as an excuse, this time it is not, I will try my best to understand everything. As he spoke, Haldais leaned his crutches diagonally against the corner and placed his suit jacket on the shelf in the room.

Valentez's friendliness made López smile, and then he walked up to Holtez's side.

Slowly stretched out his left hand, showing his admiration: "Okay, I'm curious, how will you start handling the case, by the way, I hope you will like me as a temporary assistant, López." ”

"Oh, of course, my instincts tell me that you are a very interesting young man. In response, Haldez also stretched out his fat palm.

"Mind taking a hand, but I don't think it's too normal. Holdais, who had been watching the corpse for a while, turned to Lopez and asked.

"Willing to serve, don't look at me like this, I've also been on the battlefield, although in reality, it's not very useful, it's not worth showing off. Rubbing his forehead, López walked over quickly.

"Oh, good, good, but I should have taken the time to look at my damn waist, even the robins in the branches of the fruit trees in the yard would suggest that. With López's help, Holdès finally removed the body from the wall, but his waist suddenly expressed his protest.

The female corpse had a distinct groove on the neck, the tip of the tongue was slightly exposed, fluid was coming out of the mouth and nose, and corpse spots had appeared on the corpse, and there were obvious bleeding spots on the conjunctiva.

"The blood vessels of the eyeball burst, the edges of the rope marks on the neck are red and swollen, and the pattern of the rope basically matches the strangulation marks, well, at least it can be determined that the murder weapon to death is this rope. Holtez's voice wasn't loud, but it was steady.

At the same time, López, who has been observing the wall where the sheep bones hang, also found something: "There are no obvious kick marks on the wall, maybe you should look at her feet to see if there are any bruises or signs of collisions." ”

"Oh, good observation. With a word of appreciation, Hortes slowly stood up, and at the same time raised his hand to take the pipe from his mouth: "The color of the ends of the limbs has not changed purple. ”

"And here, there are marks of wounds on the fingernails of the deceased, which must have been caused by the resistance, and it is clear that the lady was strangled with a rope before hanging on the bones of the sheep, but the murderer does not seem to be very good at concealment, oh, if my complaint is a little boring, please forgive me. Smiling at Lopez, Haldais shoved his pipe into his mouth again.

"Of course not, it's benefited me a lot, at least the next time I encounter this situation, I can pretend, but I don't want to encounter this kind of thing. ”

After a brief silence, Haldez, who was crouching for clues, continued: "If this had not happened, I would have sincerely admired that this was a cozy cottage, and please allow me to feel sorry for what happened to the deceased." ”

"At least until the identity of the man is determined, the word warmth is not yet conclusive, from the milk is not difficult to guess for four days, the deceased was killed for at least three days, but we have not seen the man so far. López's voice was a little choppy, as he was now struggling to see the back of the sheep's skull.

But Holdez refuted López's conjecture: "Maybe you need to be more detailed, López, the boots placed at the door are made of artificial leather, and now only the shoemakers affiliated with the state have mastered this material, and only the priest will distribute such mass-produced boots." ”

"Although the boots are quite cheap, they are not of good quality, and given the degree of wear and tear of the riders, they are still issued with the most popular sheepskin boots on the market. ”

"I've heard that the main reason why artificial leather didn't become mainstream was because the synthesis method was too cumbersome, which was not so friendly to shoemakers with small production volumes, but in mass production, artificial leather was a good way to save gold money. As he spoke, López subconsciously sighed, because he hadn't found any useful clues behind the sheep bones.

"Oh, let me see, a glass shard, but the cup they're using is wooden, which is a pity, do you know what they use for milk?" Placing the glass shard in front of his eyes for a moment, Holtes turned to Lopez and asked.

"It's a problem for me, and I thought we'd be able to take a look at their warehouse later. López, who decided to sit down and rest for a while, offered his own advice.