The news from the police station was very fast, and the next morning, Marin and Colin got into the carriage to the police station together.

The poor and pathetic banshee's surname was Michel, Camilla Ivan Michel, a lady in the North District, who disappeared three months ago, and the police, private detectives, and noble private soldiers all searched for her for three months.

In the public's concept, the aristocratic lady is a meat ticket with a sufficient amount, as long as she takes care of it, not to mention the food and clothing she earns, at least she can make a lot of money - of course, there is a big advance, and you have a life to make money and a life to spend.

But no one thought that this lady would die in an unknown corner, and eventually turn into an invisible banshee, and be purified on the spot by a fresh and hot temple apprentice.

Mr. Michel was waiting for the combination of Marin and Colin at the police station, he should have seen the portrait of his wife yesterday, and while he was surprised by the detail of the portrait, he had also questioned Marin's identity, but after hearing that this was the apprentice of an old mentor in the Temple of the Goddess of Harvest, the last dignity of this nobleman turned into ashes at that moment.

"What a pathetic fellow." Colin shook his head and sighed at Marin: "Your Excellency Michelle is our parishioner, he has been looking for his lover, and no one thought that she would die so inexplicably. ”

"I don't want to pity him, his wife almost killed me and my sister." Marin didn't have much apologies for this - I'm sorry for what happened to you, and it's my duty to get as far away from this broom star as possible.

“…… Yes, you really don't need to be pitied. After Colin finished speaking, he walked over with a smile, he stretched out his hand and shook hands with the head of the police station, and then came to the gentleman to understand: "Good afternoon, I am sorry for what happened to your wife. ”

"Your Excellency the Temple, please help me find my wife's remains." The Lord Michel clearly wanted to find his wife, even if there was no way to find her intact.

"I know that you have a strong hatred for evil, sir, but based on what you have explained, we have not been able to locate your wife's remains, and we are not even able to confirm an approximate location right now." Colin himself can't be serious nonsense, and finding and not finding it really can't be solved with one mouth.

"Does your lady have any hobbies?" Marin asked casually, although he had not read the file, but he thought that someone must have asked this question, and since this gentleman loved his wife so much, he would definitely remember these questions.

But the problem is, the gentleman was silent for a moment: "Is this an inquiry?" ”

Colin also turned his head to look at Marlin.

This performance silenced Marin for a moment, and then gave the police station a middle finger deep down.

"If we want to find your wife, we need to at least know about her usual hobbies, after all, if we look at things in Fort Carter, it is normal for a dozen people to die every day, and if we can know her preferences and frequents, these are the most basic questions for the task of finding people."

What Marin said was a bit of an oath, the world he lived in wanted all kinds of information and on-site restoration.

Hearing this, Michelle told everything he knew.

This gave Marlin a bit of a headache - in the end, it was only confirmed that she liked to dance.

"We have investigated the circumstances of Mrs. Michelle, who disappeared on the day she rested in the prom salon when she told her husband that she was going to pick up her sister at the dock in the east of the city." The head of the police station quickly picked up the topic as well.

"Her sister?" Marin frowned: "Have you confirmed her sister's situation?" ”

"Yes, her sister is innocent." The person in charge said this sentence with some certainty: "That girl is only fifteen years old. ”

Hearing this say, Marlin began to let his guard down a little as well—with the lady's form when she was in a spirit body, it seemed that a fifteen-year-old child really couldn't control her.

Marin asked a few more questions, and found that they were all unreachable information.

"I'm done." Marin didn't want to ask any more.

While letting Colin continue, Marin changed his sitting position, picked up the report sheet that the person in charge had placed on the coffee table, and began to confirm the last period of the lady's life.

First of all, as the person in charge said, sometime three months ago—they didn't seem to be able to confirm the exact time, only a rough confirmation of her life.

For the first 48 hours after the disappearance, the police didn't care, because Fort Carter was so big that it was likely that the lady was just staying with her best friend for the night — not without precedent.

When the time came, the police began to follow up on the mission, only to realize that Fort Carter was more than a little bigger.

Then there's the long search.

Although it looked very pitiful, Marin felt that this lady was really going to die.

At first, she only said that she was going to pick up her sister, but when her sister had already returned home, she left her fortress again.

Secondly, she brought an umbrella and a beautiful bag that day, which did look like she was going to play, but someone said afterwards that she had seen this lady in the west and south of the city at the same time.

It's a good choice to come to Chengnan District to experience an ordinary life, but what is the matter with her going to the landless Chengxi District?

Marin sensed something was wrong.

Then he saw a new page of brand new intel about the Michelle family - the lady's husband loved steam locomotives.

The steam locomotive is steam-powered and has four wheels, although it is not as good as the latest locomotives, but the only thing that works well is that the locomotive does not require much fuel.

The downside is that this thing requires too much water.

Marin put down the report and began to think about why he was wasting his time here like these idiots.

There is nothing too big about what should not be understood, and nothing at all is accomplished in what should be understood.

None of the suspicions that should be confirmed have been confirmed, and not many people have been interviewed, as if everyone in the aristocratic district is as clean as a white lotus.

Speaking of which, Marin confirmed one more problem - the report did not confirm Mr. Michel's financial situation.

Although there is no financial industry in this world, at least there are insurance companies.

This makes Marlin suspicious of his situation - dear Mr. Michel, let us confirm how many insurances you have bought lately.

Or, Mr. Michel, what a chip you've been playing lately.