Dictor is a detective who is a little famous in the imperial capital, saying that he is a little famous, but in fact, ordinary people don't know about his existence at all.

His fame only circulated among the security officers and even the upper nobles in the various jurisdictions, and the number of people who wanted to do his work was probably too many to count.

This is because he is dealing with events that are not understandable to ordinary people, and ordinary people will find it tricky.

Unlike the average detective who searches for lost cats and dogs and investigates whether a noblewoman's husband is out to support a mistress, he usually only accepts commissions related to strange events.

And most of the mysteries have been solved by him, and the solving rate is surprisingly high.

Even the first thing the local security officer thought of when he encountered this kind of thing was not to report it to the top, but to inform him to see if there were any clues.

After learning that a dark magic incident had taken place in this place, Dictor walked over without delay, but when he saw the terrible situation in the alley, his eyes still fluctuated.

"If you look at it this way, it should be a certain level of magic array, and it is likely to be sacrificed to some dark being. Dictor walked around the "woods" of skulls and limbs to the walls covered with blood runes, and looked at the messy but hidden lines to come to this conclusion.

The officer watched as Dictor walked among the corpses, occasionally writing something down in the little notebook in his hand, opening his mouth to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

In fact, the military department took over this matter because of pressure from the top, not voluntary.

That's not what they're good at.

So if there is a professional who is willing to help, they are still happy to accept it.

After inspecting the scene in the alley, Dictor deliberately climbed over the wall to take a look, grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground and sniffed it.

"There was no smell of blood on the ground, which meant that everything was locked in that alley...... It was a completely closed place at the time!"

Dictor hurriedly jotted down his findings in his little notebook, and then immediately rushed to another place to observe, and it seemed that it was not the first time he had done such things.

"I said, do you use retrospective magic?

Dictor came to the officer and asked.

The officer wanted to say that these things were confidential, but after thinking that he still had to rely on him to solve the case, he told the truth.

"We did retrace the night, but all we could see was darkness, and there was no sound, not even a single movement. We also wondered if there was something wrong with the magic, but after a few people cast the spell, we got the same result. ”

Things change

It's getting weird.

But Dictor was not surprised by this, and even nodded calmly as if he had expected it.

"Not surprising. If that dark magic array was really linked to a powerful being, erasing the traces of its own existence was a very simple matter, and no matter how it was traced, it would be impossible to achieve results. ”

Dictor calmly analyzed, and then began to study the corpses of the dead guys.

Their limbs were brutally split and even torn apart, and placed on the ground, either erected or twisted at an eerie angle and laid flat on the ground, forming runes that no one recognized.

Because they were all dismembered, and in line with the principle of not destroying the scene as much as possible, it is very important to recognize which person the fleshy limbs belong to.

It's just that none of this was a problem for Dictor.

I saw that he sketched the overall portrait of those people in a few strokes in the small notebook, tore it off and handed it to the officer.

"Find out if anyone knows them, and if you can find what they have in common, the case becomes simple. If not, it means that the murderer is killing people randomly, which is the most difficult situation. ”

The officer just glanced at it, then handed it to one of his own soldiers, and someone else went to solve the problem.

"Is there anything else you can help with? If so, please let us know and we'll do our best to accommodate your needs, as long as it's helpful for the case to move forward." The officer asked, he still respects people who have ability, after all, the army itself is a place that pays attention to ability.

"Well, if it's possible, I'd like to know if there are any strange people in the imperial capital recently, or people who have never been to the imperial capital have been in and out during this time. Because this Wutong Lane is not the best place to commit crimes, there is a more secluded alley not far away, and because you can climb over the wall and take shortcuts, someone will still come. So this person doesn't know that much about the imperial capital, at least in this area. ”

"Understood, I'll call someone to investigate right away. The officer beckoned another soldier to run over, and after receiving the order, he began to collect information.

"Based on your experience, do you think he'll commit another crime? Although this is a bit wrong, if he does it again, the probability of arresting him will be greater. ”

Dictor nodded, indicating that he agreed with the officer's words.

Although it is not glorious for this kind of thing to happen in the imperial capital, if he is allowed to hide it, I don't know how big a mess will happen in the future.

"I think it's likely, not a judgment, but an intuition. Dictor looked at the purgatory again, and a look of mourning suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The officer nodded, looking at the tragedy as well.

It's just maybe his

The heart has long been turned into steel, and even the expression on the face does not fluctuate at all.

......

Cizer and his party stood in front of the staircase as soon as they entered the attic, for the wooden staircase had long been riddled with insects, and looked crumbling.

Cizer and the others really didn't have the courage to set foot on it, especially when the magic was sealed.

"Hey, anyone?" shouted Diablo, but there was no sound in the attic except for a cloud of dust that choked him and coughed.

Oh, and the sad song that makes you cry echoes around every corner, and you can't help but get goosebumps on your body.

The attic was extremely dim, and several people had cultivated, and their dark vision had been strengthened to a certain extent, so that they could see each other.

But being in the dark still makes people feel like they're being watched.

"Cizer......" Diablo looked at Cizer, his voice was already crying, I really don't know why he is so afraid of ghosts, there is no such thing in this world, okay?

Monet took out a potion bottle out of nowhere, threw a small object into it, and after shaking it vigorously, he saw that the glass bottle slowly became brighter.

"Monet, you...... It's amazing!" Diablo couldn't help but exclaim. At this time, even a little bit of light will bring him a great sense of security.

Monet concocted the same method and made three light sources, one for each person.

"Well, shall we go up?" Monet asked Cizer. The first floor of the attic is simply a utility room, with countless tables, chairs and benches scattered in a haphazard manner, and almost all the places to settle are almost gone.

And these things are covered with a thick layer of dust, and if there is any real inhabitation here, then it can only be on the second floor.

At this time, the female voice continued to chant, as if releasing some unknown magic, which made the people feel even worse. Cizer carefully discerned that the voice was coming from the second floor.

"Let's go, let's go up to the second floor. Cizer made the decision and took the lead on the staircase that led to the second floor.

Well?

The moment Cizer stepped on it, he felt that something was wrong, why was there magic escaping from his feet?

Swish!

Before Cizer could figure out why, a flash of light flashed, and his figure disappeared on the spot in an instant. Where he had been standing, a glowing magic circle fell silent and sank into the staircase steps.

"Cizer!"

"Damn!

Monet and Diablo didn't react, and could only watch Cizer disappear in front of their eyes, but they couldn't even stop it.