"Uh......"

On the liner from Guikrancy to Rotterbeni Harbour, seagulls are still circling, and Dr. Brigg is crouching in the compartment toilet of the liner, secretly praising the great design of the flush toilet.

And the time spent squatting in the toilet was also a rare relaxation time for Dr. Brigg, although he usually did not smile and owed me a million gold pounds to everyone, but now he enjoyed the necessary daily venting.

"Today seems to be a bit long, I ate too much beef jerky before I got on the boat yesterday, and my gastrointestinal peristalsis has slowed down. ”

Muttering the cause of constipation, Dr. Brigg took a cigarette in his mouth and pulled a small piece of tissue from his coat pocket.

“......”

"Shit! When did you run out of paper?"

His face instantly turned pale to black and blue and then to red, and Dr. Brager's state of mind also underwent a triple change, and he quickly rummaged through all his pockets, but only to pull out a black newspaper.

His face seemed a little softer than before, but it was also full of embarrassment.

"There is a reason for it, and there are no taboos. ”

Just as he was about to soften the newspaper, Dr. Brigg suddenly saw a prominent black and white photograph on the front page of the newspaper, which took up a third of the page.

The photograph shows a pale, bony arm obscuring the face, making it impossible to see in the shadows, but Dr. Brigg is drawn to the attention of several visible scars on the arm.

He frowned, as if remembering something.

“...... I have some impressions of this scar, I know this person?"

A quick glance at the headlines of the newspapers, Dr. Brigg struggled to recall images that matched the scars, recalling them from yesterday and moving forward little by little......

The ship swayed in the waves, the planks creaking in the squeezing, followed by a violent shaking, and Dr. Bragg suddenly looked up, a look of uncertainty on his grim face.

"Some miner I've examined?"

"I remember that the Sivar mine had long-term contracts with the miners, and I only checked the miners two months ago, before the explosion at the mine. ”

"How could a miner suddenly appear in Brittus and make newspaper headlines and become the trigger for the outbreak of revolution?"

"No, what I should have considered is how he left the Sivar mines. ”

"After the explosion in the mining area, in order to find out the cause of the explosion, the mayor will monitor all the miners, and no one will have the opportunity to resign and leave the mining area, which means ......"

"He left before the explosion or that night, and he didn't know it!"

Dr. Brager's expression changed suddenly, and he thought of several possibilities, both good and bad.

But the top priority now is to report the matter to Professor Bedoli and the dean, so that they can find the miner who is away from home and make a decision!

......

Six days before Dr. Brigg returned to Brittus, and the residents of the Fog were in a panic at the moment because of a sudden and unknown leak of the news of the dismemberment.

In particular, the residents living in the old-fashioned apartment buildings in the central neighborhood are desperate for an answer from the police to catch the killer and bring him to justice as soon as possible.

In the Britts Police Department's second-floor sheriff's office, Shawei is communicating with a crying man, hoping to get more background information about the corpse mutilation case to solve the case.

"Mr. Kerton, although I am very sorry for what happened to your family, I think you are the one who most wants the case to be solved, did your wife have any enemies during her lifetime, and what is the trajectory of her life?"

Sergeant Shawei asked impatiently, he hated men who grinded and chirped, and it was best to be able to fight with himself so that life would be full of fun.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheriff, I'm so sorry, but I really, can't take it!"

"How did it turn out like this, I just moved out after a big fight with her, and my daughter......"

Mr. Cottonon was still in a state of extreme emotional instability, his speech was somewhat repetitive and reversed, and he was obviously unable to accept the fact that his wife and daughter were corpses.

He kept repeating the question, and although he tried to restrain himself from crying, his body twitched slightly, and he suddenly stood up and grabbed Shawei's shoulder.

"Mr. Sheriff, you must find the murderer!"

"Please, please!"

"My daughter is only eight years old, she still has so many good times, the demon has deprived her of life, I must make it pay!"

Mr. Krotton's bloodshot eyes were wide, with tears and pain in his eyes, and his hair was a mess, and he was in a state of great grief and anger against the murderer.

"I know, Mr. Keton, that we will help you find the killer and bring him to justice, but you are not in a position to solve the case. ”

"Tell me first about what happened to you and your wife who quarreled at that time to make you move out of the house and not come home for half a year?"

"What is your profession, where do you usually go to spend and relax, have you ever leaked yourself in the apartment building at 13 rue Fournier, where your wife and daughter live alone?"

The assistant police officer tried to calm Mr. Kerton's emotions, and it took about ten minutes for Mr. Kerton to calm down a little.

"I'm ashamed to say that I'm actually a well-known writer in the circle, and I earn a living by writing articles for several magazines and newspapers at the same time. ”

"About half a year ago, my wife got into a big fight with me because I didn't make enough money and kicked me out of the house, because she worked in a bank and earned several times my salary every month. ”

"During this time, even though I moved out of the Rue Fournier apartment, I still paid my wife a monthly living allowance that was within my means. ”

"As for the place where I spend and relax on weekdays......"

Mr. Ketton was still restrained, his words paused slightly, and his dark face was bloodless.

"Because I'm a writer, I spend most of my days in a rented house in the West End writing books, and the few social interactions I have are the regular writers' meetups that take place every month in Brittus. ”

Shaway kept an eye on Mr. Keton's changing expression, with a cigar in his mouth, trying to see if he was lying or hiding it.

For the time being, however, he could only see pain and anger, and it seemed that Mr. Cottonon was not lying.

"So where were you last night, did you go home, and who can prove it to you?"

"Because today is the deadline of the newspaper, if I can't deliver the manuscript on time today, I will only get a quarter of the remuneration, so I have been in the rental house last night to catch up on the manuscript and have not returned home. ”

"If, if I can go home, maybe, maybe!"

Mr. Cottonon was so agitated that he hugged the assistant policeman and cried so hard that he cried heartbreakingly.

Impatiently asking the assistant police officer to leave first, Shawei went to the door, closed the office door, locked the door, and waited quietly for him to calm down.

A cigar had been smoked, the office was filled with smoke, and as the crying in the office began to subside, Shawe sat down next to Mr. Keton, glancing out the window.

After making sure that no one was eavesdropping outside the window, he leaned into Mr. Cotton's ear and spoke slowly in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Mr. Kerton, are you a wizard?"

"If you're not, is your wife a witch?"

"What does your home have to do with that world?" 8)