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John walked into the room and waved at the oncoming Hansel, telling him to stand aside and not disturb himself.

Eyes glowing with blue light scanned the room, remembering everything in their minds,

Broken table corners, scattered bookshelves, torn curtains, and two hairs hidden in the carpet fluff.

John crouched down and picked up the hair.

The black hair has a slight fishy smell, judging by the degree of wetness, it must have been left from last night.

There was a subtle twist on the carpet next to the hair, apparently caused by the writhing of the soles of the feet.

He walked to the window and stared intently at the footprints on the window.

"Zero, use this footprint as a base point to start sifting through the information."

John said lightly, the aperture in his left eye rotated rapidly, and countless data brushed through his eyes, and finally shrank into a huge footprint glowing with blue light.

This scene is somewhat similar to the motion blur in the game "The Witcher 3" that I played in my previous life.

The footprints began behind the door, the imprint was very deep, and it must have stayed in place for a while, and then it began to rush forward, and after a few steps, it came to the ruined table, which was scattered around it.

After a brief disappearance, it reappears in front of the bookshelf, walking down the corridor in front of the bookshelf to the window, and finally disappears.

John rubbed his eyebrows, the blue light in his eyes faded, he took off his sunglasses, and said,

"Was the man who attacked Grace a servant or a guard in this manor?"

"How did you guess that?" Gretel's eyes widened,

"Leave this alone, tell me if it's a servant or a guard?"

"Servant."

Han Seel, who was standing on the side, said in a deep voice, finally showing a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he had been checking here for a long time, and he had never found any useful clues, but he didn't expect that the eldest young master in front of him would roughly deduce the identity of the murderer with a casual glance?

Maybe he could really save Miss Grace back, and Hansel couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope rise in his heart.

"Servant, hehe, a werewolf servant!"

The corners of John's mouth curled up, and with sarcasm on his face, he roughly guessed what had happened after seeing the distribution of these footprints.

At about four or five o'clock in the morning, a group of werewolves attacked the manor in batches, and the guards of the manor could not resist it, so the witcher brothers and sisters had to go to help, and at this moment, the werewolf servant who had long been hiding in this villa quietly came to the second floor, and after negotiating with Grace, turned into a wolf and took her away.

The typical Ming Xiu plank road is dark, and the practice at the dance a few days ago is the same.

Falling twice under the same stratagem, not to mention, the military literacy of this pair of witcher brothers and sisters is really not good.

"Can you find her?" Hansel asked nervously,

John nodded, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, took a deep breath, and said,

"Follow me."

The azure light regained his left eye, and John, putting on his sunglasses, rolled over and jumped out of the window.

Seeing this, the demon hunter brother and sister glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

The window of the house faces the back garden of the villa, and the blue footprints start on the grass and continue due north.

John followed the footprints, and before he knew it, he walked out of the manor and came to a stream.

The footprints disappeared here, crossed the stream, and began to reappear.

Ahead was a dense forest, the ground was uneven, and the footprints were hidden from time to time, sometimes disappearing for a long distance before the marks appeared, but fortunately, everyone's patience was strong enough, and after half an hour of searching, they still found the route of the giant wolf's escape.

Passing through the forest, a farmhouse appeared in front of it, and the footprints disappeared, replaced by two deep lines of axle prints.

John stopped on the dirt road and gestured his arm between the axles.

It's a meter wider than your own carriage, which is really big.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his eyes, hidden under his sunglasses, shimmered thoughtfully.

"Is it in this Zhuangzi?"

Hansel felt for the shotgun tucked under his cloak, his eyes bubbling with murder.

"It's not!"

John casually threw the cigarette on the ground, and said in an indifferent tone, "Here, she was loaded into a carriage,

The axles of the carriage were widely spaced, one meter wider than my house and half a meter wider than the mayor's house. ”

"What do you mean?"

Gretel's face was full of puzzlement, and she couldn't understand what was being said in these words, wasn't it that the carriage was very big, what was the fuss.

John smiled helplessly, feeling that he was playing the piano a little bit.

He rekindled a cigarette and said,

"Come on, let's get on our way."

The three of them continued to follow the axle print, but fortunately this was the outskirts of the city, and the road was not paved with cement and masonry, otherwise John would not have been able to find the traces left by the wheels.

It was a long journey, and when the axle print disappeared, the three of them returned to the city, and the dirt under their feet turned to masonry.

John took off his sunglasses, rubbed his somewhat sore eyes, and said,

"The mark is gone, and it can't be traced anymore."

"What then?"

Gretel lost her voice, and Hansel, who was on the side, also became nervous.

John sighed, feeling a kind of helplessness when he ran into his pig teammates, walked to the stall not far away to buy breakfast, bought a glass of milk, asked a few words, and came back again.

"Come with me, I've got a clue."

John walked down the street, stopping by a stall and asking a few innocuous questions while spending a few coins on something.

Just kept buying, kept walking, and before they knew it, the three of them had crossed the entire eastern district to the northern outskirts of the city, and the two familiar axle prints resurfaced on the potholed dirt road.

"It's time to reveal your true colors this time."

John squinted, drank the milk from the bottle, and gave a long burp.

After a few more minutes of walking, the dirt road turned into a neat brick street again, but this time you won't get lost, because the road has only one direction.

A lavishly decorated manor house appears at the end of the road.

John took off his sunglasses, the blue light in his eyes faded, looked at the huge stone arch not far ahead, frowned tightly, and said,

"If I'm not mistaken, the map shows that the estate was the private domain of former Tennessee Governor Robin McConaughey."

After saying a word, the atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

The witcher brother and sister had ugly expressions, and they looked at each other, a trace of uneasiness flashed in their eyes, and the carriage in which the mayor's niece had been kidnapped disappeared in front of the governor's house, even if they were stupid, they understood that this kidnapping was unusual.

John was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said,

"According to my code of conduct, I should say goodbye to you at this time, and then disappear, and then reappear when the trouble is gone.

I don't want to do that this time, though.

Let's go! Let's go back and restore our lives, this matter is not something that a young master of the plantation and two witchers can solve. ”

John shook his head, a flash of greed flashing in his eyes as he looked at the manor, and he waved his hand at the witcher brothers and sisters behind him, and was about to leave.

A carriage suddenly rushed out of the stone arch ahead.