In the dining car, when Olga Marie challenged Caleb, everyone's eyes converged on this side.

"Yesterday when I found Theresa's head in my imaginary number pocket, Theresa told me your name as soon as possible."

Olga Marie looked directly at Caleb, "Imaginary number magic is the most special kind of magic even in modern times, and it requires magicians to have a specific imaginary number attribute to perform it, and Theresa is a magician with an imaginary number attribute, she set up an imaginary number pocket in front of her before she was killed." ”

Everyone present has more or less some knowledge of magic, so they all have some knowledge of imaginary number magic.

The imaginary space is a very special place, in mathematics there is the concept of assuming the existence of numbers that do not actually exist, which is called imaginary numbers, and the imaginary space corresponds to it, which refers to the "space that does not actually exist".

In imaginary space, the concept of time and space is completely different from the real world, no, rather, there is no concept of time and space itself.

In view of this, it can almost be assumed that there is no time in the imaginary space, in other words, a realm of time stagnation.

When Theresa's head fell into the imaginary pocket, although her body had been separated from her head, she was actually still alive because of the stagnation of time.

So after falling out of the imaginary number pocket, she can give the name of the prisoner who killed her.

"I see, it makes sense in theory."

Caleb nodded, his expression still calm, "But unfortunately, I'm not a prisoner, and I don't have the time to be alone with Miss Theresa, and I don't have the ability to kill Miss Theresa remotely, little girl, you're still looking for the wrong person." ”

It makes sense, but that's all.

It's actually easy to find a magic trick to choreograph him as a killer.

"After all, whether it's the means or motives of killing Miss Theresa, the little girl can't tell, right? And your 'Miss Theresa called my name' claim that no one can prove it for you. ”

Caleb shook his head and pointed out Olga Marie's flaws.

Ryusha glanced at him, if he really wasn't a murderer, then his temper was too good.

"I swear in my father's name, and what I say is true!"

Olga Marie knew that her arguments were naïve and hardly convincing, so she could only take out the name of her father, who was the monarch, and swear in the name of her father.

In the world of magic, vows cannot be made lightly, and this kind of thing is likely to involve the cause and effect line, the contract and other things, and it is even possible that people will curse on this point.

If you swear in the name of the monarch, the persuasiveness can indeed be greatly improved.

Caleb's brow furrowed as he muttered, "...... Little girl, I know you are anxious to avenge your retinue, but I do not have the memory of killing Theresa, and I can swear in the name of the Lord. ”

Swearing in the name of the Lord has no more convincing word for a believer.

In the eyes of the magicians, this was perhaps more convincing than the oath that Olga Marie had made in the name of the monarch.

Olga Marie's face turned pale suddenly.

"How could it be ......?"

Everything she said was true, there was absolutely no falsehood in her words, but the other party's demeanor didn't seem to be fake, was he really not the one who killed Theresa? Or is his disguise so seamless?

In any case, Olga Marie has no other means to get her hands on it, although she is the daughter of a monarch, she may have some knowledge of politics, but her ability to solve cases is not enough after all.

Caleb shook his head, stood up, and walked towards the guest compartment.

If it goes on like this, it's just a little girl's nonsense, and his temper is good, but he doesn't like to be stared at.

"Wait a minute."

The sudden sound from the corner of the dining car made Caleb pause, slowly turned around, looked at the other party, and his eyes were slightly sunken, "What advice?" ”

"I have a very simple way to tell if you were the one who killed Theresa."

Ryusha got up from her chair, and under the gaze of everyone in the carriage, she came to the center of the dining car and said to Caleb, "You don't want to be suspicious like that, do you?" My method can tell 100% if you are a prisoner or not. ”

"If not, I believe that the young lady of the Animsfia family will not be staring at you anymore."

Hearing this, Caleb groaned slightly, "What you said does make sense, how can you tell the difference?" ”

"It's simple."

Ryusha walked up to Olga Marie and placed her hand on Theresa's head as she watched in amazement, injecting her magic into the magic mark on her right shoulder.

"It's like this."

Inside the carriage, it was obviously baking with heating, but at this moment, it became inexplicably cold, as if the temperature had dropped a lot because of this.

Immediately after, a transparent figure appeared in mid-air, and although it was impossible to see her whole body, it was barely discernible from the silhouette that it was a woman.

"Theresa......?"

Olga Marie recognized the woman's figure almost immediately, and muttered.

"Necromancy?"

In the dining car, Ryori Kano made a clear voice, "I see, asking the deceased himself directly, this can indeed be said to be a foolproof way to distinguish the prisoner." ”

The soul is irrational.

After losing the bondage of the body, the soul has lost consciousness, and only the most primitive desires, obsessions, hatreds, and so on remain.

Even so, it is still no problem to get answers to some simple questions from the mouth of the necromancy, which is something that can be easily done in necromantic magic.

However, because it is easy to be contaminated by the breath of necromancy in the process of cultivation, resulting in long-term mental depression and the possibility of going crazy, there are very few magicians who practice necromantic magic, even in the clock tower.

"Theresa Fellowes, who exactly is your culprit?"

Ryusha asked Teresa's soul floating in midair.

Theresa's soul was no longer sensible, only the simplest instincts remained, and even Olga Marie no longer recognized, but under Luxia's questioning, she looked around the carriage.

Then, at the sight of someone, her indistinct transparent cheeks suddenly distorted, as if full of resentment.

"Ka-le-Bo——!!!"