The sudden weightlessness made Charles have no time to react, he didn't expect to return and take the initiative to summon the shuttle door himself, but was passively "kicked out".

So when he returned to his house, he fell to the ground without standing on his feet due to the stumbling caused by weightlessness, and then in this case, the door suddenly banged and someone kicked it open!

A team of uniformed police officers quickly burrowed into the room, two of them aiming at the Charles with loaded flintlock pistols, while the others, led by a bald policeman, began a swift search to examine the room.

They entered the door roughly, and began to rummage through the door, which seemed very rude, more like they had already determined the situation in the room and came to arrest the criminal, however, after half a day, they found nothing but a little hair and a trace of dirt on the floor

"Where's Weimar? Someone reported that he never came out after entering this house! The bald policeman came up to Charles and looked down at him condescendingly.

And at this time, Charles was still amazed at what was happening to him now—when he ran to that strange medieval world, where time stopped?

"Please answer the question, Mr. Cranston!" There was no response, and the bald policeman repeated the sentence sternly.

Hearing these hard words, Charles temporarily restrained his complicated thoughts, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked as if puzzled, "Is he a wanted criminal?" ”

The young man's voice didn't seem flustered, compared to the initial scene of "everyone has stolen goods", now Charles is not afraid of being checked, there may be many loopholes in this room, but it is not fatal.

"He's not wanted, but we suspect he's been killed, and the murder scene is here!"

"Unexpected? Here? You may be mistaken, he is long gone. ”

"It can't be, we ...... Unless he can fly, it is impossible for him to disappear inexplicably! The bald man's words made Charles thoughtful, but instead of thinking about the implications, he patted his ass and stood up.

"You're so smart, he did fly away, and he pushed me before leaving."

He replied in a serious manner.

Only a fool believed him, and bald people were no exception, but before he could speak again with a long face, another young policeman nearby suddenly interjected and asked, "May I ask what are those on your waist?" ”

Charles followed his gaze, and the keel pinned to his waist with his rag-like shirt came into view.

"It's nothing, it's just a hobby."

"So you like to collect dead people's bones? Or is this actually the material you use to study something unspeakable? The young policeman asked burningly.

"Dead man's bones? It's just a dog's bones. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Charles cooperated to remove the package and spread it out on the table.

The police quickly surrounded them, then examined them carefully and finally came to a conclusion.

It was indeed the bones of a dog, or something like that.

So the bald policeman asked coldly, "Where did your bones come from?" Excavating a cemetery without permission is a felony, even the remains of a dog! ”

"This ...... Weimar sold it to me, and that's what he came here for, if you want to find him, go to him. Charles said, "I'm sorry, it's not a crime to buy a bone collection with personal property, is it?" ”

"Of course, but if you do some disgraceful research with this so-called collection, it doesn't have to be." The young policeman said with a smile.

As he spoke, the other policemen, under the bald man's orders, began to search unwillingly, and compared to just now, they were now focusing on some books and documents.

This can't help but make Charles glad that he thought of this stubble before, otherwise the notebook would definitely be searched, and then a large basket would appear - within the influence of the Holy See, whether you are a nobleman or a commoner, playing with black magic is a great crime of hanging!

"May I ask how the marks on your body were caused?" His companions searched and saw Charles's bare upper body covered with dirt, and the young policeman questioned him again.

"Maybe I got into a fight with Weimar, maybe I'm delving into doing tattoo sketches, maybe we did something indescribable, who knows."

Despite the ghosts in his heart, Charles was still very angry at the successive rudeness of these people, so he didn't answer angrily.

"Be serious, Mr. Cranston!"

"Well, I'm serious with you, what does this have to do with you? I fell into the coal pit and broke my head and bleed, how was it? ”

"Maybe we need to do some research on this."

Charles shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "No problem, but please be clear, it's all my own blood." ”

He didn't tell a lie, he didn't have anything else on his body except for the marks left by the whiplash, and the guards who solved them were almost of the surprise attack type, and they didn't let their blood touch him.

So Charles is not sure if the world's medicine has advanced to the point where it can detect whether blood is homologous, but he is not worried about this.

At the same time, the policemen found nothing to gain except for some hair residues here, so the bald man reluctantly led the other policemen out of the house.

"Search the other rooms!"

The dark blue uniformed Pita City police team came out one after another, and only the young policeman was in charge of staring at him, in this regard, Charles suddenly looked at him suspiciously, as if he had just remembered something: "By the way, I haven't had time to ask, do you have a search warrant?" ”

The nobles of the Kingdom of Turin had certain privileges in this regard, for example, without obtaining a warrant from the municipal authorities, the police did not have the right to break into the residence of a nobleman, even if the nobleman's crimes were clearly revealed.

"Don't bother with that, we'll ......," the young policeman responded, and was about to pull out a warrant to signal when a scream suddenly came from outside the room, and Charles heard the cry and quickly rushed out.

Walking quickly to the point where the voice came, Charles looked out, and his eyelids jumped.

The girl named Anne was huddled in the corner of the room at this time, holding a tattered bear with a frightened look and a pale face, while the bald policeman was staring at her sternly: "Have you seen your brother do anything wrong?" ”

There was no response, and the bald man raised his voice and said, "Please cooperate, Miss!" ”

"Are you an idiot or mentally retarded? She's a kid! Annoyed by this, Charles walked forward and shoved the bald man hard, which naturally drew hostile glances from the surrounding police.

However, the bald man himself just waved his hand and didn't care about it.

"In the face of crime, whether it is a child or a normal person, we cannot let it go, Mr. Cranston, you should know that we have this right."

"Yes, you have that right, but it may enmity with a noble baron," the girl's pale face fueled Charles's anger, and he whispered, "The kind that never dies." ”

"It's not too late to say this kind of cruel words after you succeed in inheriting the title." The bald man smiled coldly, but he didn't dwell on it again, and turned his head to look at his subordinates: "What did you find?" ”

"There is no captain."

"We've searched all of this house, including the basement."

The bald man couldn't help but look at Charles again, and then nodded after making eye contact with the young policeman.

"Alright, let's go!" As he spoke, he looked at Charles again, and said in a stiff tone, "Please forgive me for the inconvenience caused." ”

"Of course I understand, as you said, I haven't inherited the title yet, and I can't help it if I don't want to." Charles chuckled.

Hearing this, the bald man couldn't help but pause, and then said meaningfully: "It's not a wise move to threaten us, Mr. Cranston, especially since your strength is still so weak. ”

"What can be the consequences? Planted? Arrest me and go to jail? Or do you want to find a few thugs to beat me up? You're already in trouble with me, aren't you? ”

"Please be careful, Mr. Cranston, we only arrest the outlaws."

The bald man said, and had already walked to the door with the policemen, but as he was about to step out of the door, he turned his head again and said:

"By the way, someone has reported you for studying black magic, and we haven't found any clues about this matter, but Bishop Charles has said that any clues about black magic cannot be missed, so I will report this matter to the Pita City Church Organization, I hope you will prepare as soon as possible."

Without waiting for Charles' response, he added, "I wish you could get away with it like this, the priests aren't as easy to fool as we are." ”

With that, the door closed, and the intruders left the house.

……

"As the officer said, your threats are innocuous and lethal to him."

After the policemen left, the old butler, who had been standing by and silent, said so.

He looked to be at least 60 years old, his gray and noisy hair was neatly combed, his eyes were deep, his cheeks were wrinkled by the years, and his once straight back was much more stiff because of it.

The old butler was a confidant brought from the Cranston family, and was responsible for helping him take care of the family property and make suggestions when he arrived.

The original body trusted the housekeeper very much, and even because of his biological father's perennial lukewarm attitude, he unconsciously moved his part of his feelings for his father's love to the old man in front of him.

However, now Charles thinks he is naïve enough.

"Instead, I'll think I'm ridiculous, don't you think?" Charles's angry expression then dissipated, and he glanced at the old butler inexplicably.

"But you should understand, I can't beat them with this kind of wastewood, so I can only get over it. Besides, since he wants to provoke me, wouldn't it be shameful for me not to cooperate? ”

With that, he walked back to the living room, sat on the sofa, looked at the silver-haired old man who was sitting slowly across from him, and said meaningfully, "I wonder why they are so sure."

Hearing this, the old man's slow appearance couldn't help but stop, and he raised his head and looked at the young man dumbly: "Are you doubting me?" ”

"No, I'm just saying it casually." Charles shrugged his shoulders: "Your old man can help the staff officers, where did they get the news?" Neighbor? Or is it stalking? By the way, and the notebook, fortunately I found out that there was a ghost in it in time and threw it away, otherwise I guess my life would be in danger, you say. ”

The old man listened to him silently, without words.

Charles said to himself: "Let me think about it, where did that notebook come from, well, it seems that someone lost to me in gambling, and all he will lose is his pants, there is nothing else to pledge, I have seen someone who lost so badly for the first time." ”

"Speaking of gambling money, the casino you introduced me to has a pretty good atmosphere."

Charles sighed: "It's a pity that my old bottom is almost lost, and I don't have any money left to gamble." ”

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at the old man opposite, and suddenly asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?" Don't look good? ”

"Master Charles, I'm ......"

"Don't, just call me Charles, what kind of young master am I a waste of firewood, I was kicked out of the house by Lao Tzu, and ran to this broken place where birds don't, but the gang of people in the territory don't know which crazy they are, and they won't let me enter the castle left by my aunt, and if I don't enter the castle to get the family token, I can't even inherit the title, and the municipal government won't help, and I can't solve this problem, and now I'm suspected of being a murderer, you say, am I so unlucky?"

As the words fell, the living room fell silent, the breeze crept in through the windows of the room, rippling with blue curtains, the candles of the lampholders dimmed, the kerosene lamps placed on the table burned and crackled, and the visible smell of choking lingered on the tip of the nose, illuminating the gap between the two.

The shadows around the sofa swayed with the light, and the atmosphere was inexplicably deserted.

"Say? Why don't you speak? Seeing the old man's stunned expression, Charles leaned forward with his upper body, smiling, but his eyes were full of coldness, "Is there nothing to say?" Or are you ashamed to speak up? ”

"I ...... You know, I ......"

Seeing him slurching, Charles suddenly sat back and sighed, "Forget it, I don't know, I don't want to know." ”

"You can get the salary yourself, there is not much left anyway, if you have more, it should be your severance pay, and if it is less, it should be you owe me; By the way, please get out of here in ten minutes, my eyes are fed up with some vicious old immortal. ”

"Don't you want to know why I'm doing this?"

"Of course I do, but will you tell me?" Charles said: "Encourage gambling, run out of money, arrange notebooks, and then watch me step by step into the abyss, no matter what your purpose is, you are already at odds with me." ”

"You're not angry?"

"Angry, but you know, murder is against the law." Charles sighed and said: "I can't say anything cruel to you like I did to the bald man just now, after all, you are so old, your face is always thick, it is useless to say it, I just hope you leave as soon as possible, it will make me upset." ”

……

"If the lord can see you like this, maybe he will regret it." After a long silence, the old butler shook his head slightly, got up from the sofa tremblingly, and then walked towards the door.

"It's a pity that everything is irreparable, and the church has set its sights on you."

The old man just said two words, and Charles, who was still occupying the initiative, immediately changed his face: "What do you mean by this?" ”

He knew the last sentence, so he naturally asked the old man's previous sentence.

Unfortunately, there was no response, and the old butler walked to the door step by step with a cane, and then opened the door and left the house without hesitation under the gaze of Charles.

Charles hesitated to ask after him, but the old butler didn't give him any chance, and after leaving the place and walking out into the street, he pulled out a flintlock pistol from his sleeve, and finally glanced back in the direction of the house with a complicated expression, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"Bang ——!"

Loud gunshots rang out from the street, and a few crows resting on the cherry tree in front of the door quickly flapped their wings and fled.

All that was left was a noisy croaking sound, and the thin figure of the old butler falling to the ground and twitching.