"Sheriff, the suspect's autopsy is out. ”

Rockefeller took the autopsy report from the young officer's hand, his mean brows furrowed tightly.

"The cause of death was undoubtedly a crossbow shot, but the corpse's pupils were abnormally dilated, and it had symptoms of taking a large number of hallucinogenic drugs, and it was suspected that it was controlled by someone and sent to carry out the assassination. ”

Looking at the words on the report, Rockefeller fumbled with the stubble on his chin and thought about the store that might sell hallucinogenic potions in the imperial capital.

"Have you found out the identity of the deceased?" he asked the young officer.

"Yes, our colleagues in the Crown District recognized the deceased, his name was Sean, and no one knew what his surname was, according to his neighbors, this person seemed to have come to the imperial capital from the Blackwater Territory more than ten years ago. This man was usually a widow and his income came from some hard work and church relief, so he was more religious and often went to the church in the Crown district, but rarely went to the Hadith Cathedral. ”

"Living in the slums, and living in a widow......" Rockefeller nodded slightly, it is true that even if such an identity is controlled by someone with hallucinogenic drugs, others will not care and care.

"However, you said that his income basically comes from hard work, so why is he considered to be a widow?" Rockefeller sensitively grasped the suspicion, "Generally speaking, the working hours of hard work are relatively long, and if you go out to work every day, you should often meet your neighbors, right?"

The young police officer was asked by the sheriff and hurriedly flipped through the memo. "Well-according to the investigation of colleagues in the Crown District, Sean's health has not been very good, and he seems to have had a big physical problem in the past two years, perhaps due to the heavy physical burden of hard work, in short, he does not go out to work often, but occasionally buys medicine and comes home. When asked about the dock where he worked, the foreman over there also said that Sean's work was getting worse and worse, and the dock had tried to fire him several times. ”

Rockefeller continued to rub his chin, the clue so conspicuous that it was a complete temptation for him to investigate.

"So, after Sean died, did he go to the house where he lived and investigate?"

"Sean is renting a house, and his colleagues in the Crown district have temporarily sealed off his room, but they don't have the authority to investigate. ”

"Then I'll go now. Rockefeller didn't say a word, picked up his coat from the coat rack, and draped it neatly over his body, "You go and tell the Crown District, and ask them to gather the people who usually have more contact with Sean, and I want to meet those people." ”

"Okay, Sheriff. The young officer hurriedly replied.

As a sheriff, Rockefeller did not have the qualifications and financial resources to own his own carriage, but the style of the garrison was not something that could be dealt with by a slow carriage. He rode his horse and headed straight for the Crown district, and although it was already afternoon and the early setting sun in winter showed a dazzling twilight glow, fortunately the streets were rather depressed and there were not many pedestrians, and Rockefeller was able to reach his destination early.

Officers from the Crown District Guard were already waiting for him.

"Sheriff Nelson. The officer graciously took the reins of Rockefeller's mount and helped Rockefeller stop his horse, "As you ordered, we have brought all the witnesses, and they are in the apartment where Sean lives, and you can question them at any time." ”

"Good. Rockefeller commented with satisfaction, and at the same time said, "I'm going to go see Sean's room first, and you tell them to wait a while." ”

Waiting for the sheriff to handle the case is a matter of course for ordinary police officers, let alone a few poor people living in the Krona district, so the police officer should not hesitate to hate that he could not go to the scene with the sheriff, so that he would have more opportunities to show his face.

Of course, Rockefeller didn't know what the police officer was thinking just now - he looked at the age of the other party, and knew that this person should have been in the Crown District for a long time, and he had been in this place for so long that he was poor and had no oil and water, and the idea of transferring out of this place should have been ingrained in his mind.

Putting aside those vulgar thoughts, Rockefeller still plans to handle the matter at hand first, if the investigation of this case cannot be explained, then maybe he will have to suffer in this ghost place in the future.

With such a mood, he has some motivation to work. Sean's apartment was a standard slum look, with creaking floors, wind leaking from the walls, and a creepy sound when the wind blew, and to make matters worse, the hygiene was always the worst, the whole house smelled musty, and rats and cockroaches were more like room occupants than humans.

Sean's room was no exception, because the owner had been going for days—and would never be able to go home—so the sour smell in the room was even more severe, and even a person like Rockefeller, who had crawled on the ground floor, couldn't stand the smell and took several steps backwards the moment he opened the door.

It was like resisting the smell of him entering the room, and it didn't completely block out Rockefeller, and after his nose got used to the smell a little, Rockefeller strode into the room.

The house was dark, the house was not sunny, I don't know what kind of idea, Sean pulled the curtains quite tightly before leaving, and there was no sunlight for several days, which of course also aggravated the smell in the house.

Glancing at the general layout of the room, Rockefeller walked briskly to the window and opened the curtains to let the light in.

The light near dusk was quite harsh, and it scared away the insects that were still roaming in the shadows. The darkness was also drunk by this light, and the interior of the room was completely revealed to Rockefeller.

There wasn't much furniture, except for a bed and an old writing desk, and all that deserved Rockefeller's attention was a couch next to the bed.

This sofa is particularly dazzling in this room, when the curtains are not opened, because the corner is almost dark, Rockefeller ignores it, but now that the room is bright, Rockefeller's first notice is this sofa.

Originally, it was very strange that there would be a sofa in this kind of slum apartment, that is, Rockefeller, who had other income in addition to the sheriff's salary, only had a sofa that others had eliminated at home, and the one in front of him, although it was also old, but looking at the style, this was not something that people like Sean could afford.

What's more, the place where this sofa is placed is also quite strange, right next to the bed. Obviously, this room is quite empty, except for a few pieces of furniture, there is no other furniture, so that the small room also has a feeling of emptiness. And in such an arrangement, the two pieces of furniture that are deliberately next to each other are naturally questionable.

Rockefett's first thought was that there might be something hidden in the gap between the sofa and the bed, and he had just seen the layout of the apartment, and the partitions between the rooms were so small that the sound insulation was so poor that it was unlikely that there were any secret compartments. So, if Sean is hiding something in this house, it can only be in the area where the furniture is covered.

The sheriff took off his coat, unbuttoned his cuffs, and moved the couch. The sofa was surprisingly light, and it didn't take much effort for him to move the sofa away from the bed.

However, the results that were easily obtained were often not ideal, and Rockeft found nothing but dust in the field and disgusting marks left by the mouse. Unwilling to give up, he even leaned down, inspected the space under the bed, wiped off the dust, and carefully investigated the floor for any traces of the dark grid, but in the end he found nothing.

It took a lot of effort and made his body dirty, but in the end, it was such a gain, and Rockefett inevitably felt a little disappointed and tired. He sat down on the sofa, but he didn't expect the sofa to make a "squeak" and collapse into pieces, almost knocking Rockefeller to the floor.

Finally holding on to the wall, Rockefeller turned his head and stared at the couch intensely. He touched the cushion of the sofa, and patted the sofa legs twice from time to time, from the situation just now, the filling in the sofa has probably been taken out, under the sofa skin that barely maintains its former appearance, is a hard sofa skeleton, people will never be comfortable sitting on it, and with the age of this sofa, maybe it will collapse. The first possibility that Rockefeller thought of was that something was hidden in the sofa was that there was something hidden in it.

However, after groping for a long time, Rockefit did not get the discovery he wanted.

Lying down on the couch, Rockefeller had to begin to wonder if his speculation had been wrong in the first place. Sean's residence is not a secret, he may have been kidnapped, controlled with hallucinogenic drugs, and then assassinated in an involuntary state. It is possible that Sean never returned to this room after being controlled, and there could be no clue here.

Rockefeller's eyes were fixed on the empty bed, the focus of his eyes began to drift, and the thoughts in his head gradually emptied, and in this ethereal state, his mind became agile.

According to the normal logical relationship, Rockefeller should be just a pawn in a huge assassination plot, and he doesn't even know anything about his role and mission, so if you think about it this way, then the reasoning that he doesn't have any secrets around him is the most reasonable.

But Rockefeller always felt that something was wrong, and a sense of disobedience had haunted him since he entered the room, but his eyes had not been able to catch the color of dissonance until now.

"What could it be......"

Rockefeller's gaze gradually returned to focus, and he fixed himself on the bed.

His brow furrowed.

The couch and the bed that was so neat that it didn't fit in with the whole room...... If Sean went out as usual, then judging from his work and the situation of the room, this bed should also be a mess, but although there is some dust on this bed, the quilt is folded very neatly, and the sheets are not wrinkled in the slightest. If Sean was really just kidnapped out of the blue, then it shouldn't be like that. Moreover, this sofa is next to the bed.

Rockefett stood up, his gaze scanning back and forth between the couch and the bed.

"This room, in fact, lives two people!"

When this idea came to Rockefett's mind, he couldn't help but want to find evidence to prove his hypothesis.

He first walked to the old desk, which was relatively inconspicuous in the room compared to the sofa, and was neatly placed on the wall, with a few ordinary things to talk about.

Paper, pens, and a few pamphlets with their footers folded up, but Rockefett didn't spend any extra energy on these things, and another, more important clue caught his attention.

That's the chair behind the desk.

He pulled out his chair and sat down, and just one gesture solved his doubts.

The chair was too high, and sitting in this chair, Rockefett's waist was higher than the writing desk. Sean's height was shorter than that of Rockefed, but he didn't need to use this kind of chair.

"The other person who lives here is a child, or a dwarf who is as tall as a child. ”

Rockefett immediately came to such a judgment, and in order to further test his hypothesis, he needed more clues from the witnesses.