The fact that Atana is a slave and the way the slave appears shows that the slave did not appear because of the real Roddy through the promotion ceremony, which in disguise solves one of Roddy's doubts, and it seems that the extraordinary events that have happened so far have nothing to do with him, just because of coincidence.

But for some reason, Roddy just had a feeling as if something was brewing around him.

"Whew..."

Roddy took a deep breath, rubbed his sour temples, and decided to get a good night's sleep, and then go to the private detective agency to find Mogride the next day, according to the deadline, the investigation of Morabi should already have an answer.

....

Mogray Private Detective Agency.

The smoke filled the hall, and Mogride sat comfortably on the sofa, a half-open bottle of fragrant cake indicating that he was in a very good mood right now, and that was indeed the case, and that the investigation of Moraby was too simplistic.

This is a young private investigator who has just taken root in Kotar City, and like many of his peers, he visited most of his peers in Kotar City in order to establish a simple intelligence network, attributing it to Morabi's uncomplicated interpersonal relationships, and Mogray only took one day to investigate Roddy's request.

Such a simple action would provide him with a deposit of three gold pounds and a negotiable final payment, and he had decided to make the investigation as complicated and bumpy as possible.

Just as Mogrerd was thinking about how to get more of the final payment, the doorbell rang from the door of the office, and Mogrerd quickly put away the champagne, and symbolically waved the remaining cigarette, tidied up the neckline, and opened the door politely.

"Hello..."

Mogrid's voice was like a chirping duck suddenly choked by the neck, and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, stepped back in panic and shouted in horror.

"Moraby... You... Aren't you dead?!"

Morabi chuckled and walked into the room as if he were walking in his back garden, closing the door with his backhand, then taking off his coat and rolling it in his hand as he greeted him.

"Mr. Mogrid, you seem surprised?"

A person who is sure of death suddenly stands in front of you and greets you kindly, which would make anyone feel scared, not to mention that Mogrede is 100% sure that Morabi is definitely dead.

"You're not Morabi!Who are you!?"

Mogride panicked and retreated to the back of the living room table, grabbing a baseball cue next to him, his instinct telling him that the man in front of him was full of danger.

"You are lucky and unlucky, depending on whether you want to be a part of me. ”

Morabi said as he approached Mogrid, not caring in the slightest that Mogrid was waving a baseball bat.

The smoke in the room suddenly froze, and Mogrid's eyes widened in horror as he saw the corners of Moraby's mouth begin to crack, and the suffocating horror made Mogrid stand in place.

He couldn't even make a sound, it all happened in an instant, Mora like the swollen mucus covered Mogrid's body, and then let out a chewing gurgling sound, just a few breaths, the wriggling mucus gradually solidified and turned into Mogrid's appearance.

He slapped his face in a good way, then picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor, sat comfortably on the couch, and lit a cigar like Mogrid, and waited quietly.

....

It was nearly noon when Roddy arrived at Mogrid's private detective office by carriage, as he was preparing breakfast for Barty and visiting Hepburn, and by the way, he told Captain Bob about the true identity of the slave and some information he had.

Reaching out and touching the mask that was clinging to his face, Roddy rang the doorbell, and Mogrid quickly opened the door.

"Mr. Stitchey, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Luo Di nodded slightly, maintaining the style of not approaching people.

"How's the investigation about Moraby?"

"Live up to Mr.'s expectations, please come in and talk about it. Mogrede leaned slightly to the side, grinning silently as Roddy entered.

Roddy took the initiative to sit on the sofa and leaned back slightly to wait for Mograyde's investigation report, and Mogray was also very cooperative and eloquent.

After the second victim of the serial killings emerged, Mr. Moraby investigated Attana's classmates and then the faculty at the University of History and Grammar. ”

Mogrede said as he placed a picture on the coffee table, there were fifteen people, but the appearance of these fifteen people made Roddy frown.

According to the list provided by Morabi, Morabi should have contacted the victims during the investigation, thus determining the list, but judging from the photos provided by Mograyde, it seems that Morabi had no contact with the victims at all, and if Mogray's investigation was accurate, then how did Morabi get such an accurate list of victims.

"That's all you investigated?"

Roddy's voice raised slightly, showing his dissatisfaction, these fifteen people had almost no connection to the victims of the serial murders.

"Hehe, Mr. Stitch, don't worry, there's another one, I think you should be familiar with her. ”

Mogrid smiled weirdly, and then put on a picture again, the picture of a young woman with curly hair, wearing expensive tunics and delicate jewelry, and her beautiful face made Roddy immediately recognize her, and Mogrid just said:

"Natasha, wife of the Duke's son. ”

Roddy sipped Natasha's picture in his hand, so it seems that Morabi got the exact list through Natasha, which also means that Natasha knows the slave's killing target, maybe go deeper, Natasha may know the slave's true face and purpose.

Luckily, Natasha and Ada are still alive and healthy, and Ada, the Duke's son, is capable enough to protect herself and her wife.

Roddy couldn't wait to find Natasha at the Duke's Palace and ask her about the serial murders, about the slaves and Atana.

"Roddy, you're stupider than I thought. ”

Mogrid's sudden change of tone and attitude surprised Roddy, and the most important thing was that Mogrid actually knew his true identity.

"Surprised?"

Mogrid stared at Roddy with contempt, then began to laugh before looking at Roddy with a long grin.

"They became a part of me, and to my annoyance I couldn't fully digest it, and the kid who only knew research was able to come out every now and then to make some self-righteous prompts. ”

"It's so stupid..."

Mogrede shook his head, his face gradually began to twist and squirm into Moraby's appearance, and then into Rick's appearance, and the random change of face made Roddy's heart sink to the bottom.

"You're a slave..."