"Mrs. Myers, does your tenant Sean usually dine at your place?"

Rockefett confronted the owner of the apartment, a middle-aged fat woman, who maintained her majesty as a sheriff, and asked in a businesslike tone of indifferent politeness.

"Yes. Mrs. Myers, apparently frightened by Rockefett's style, nodded vigorously, "I prepare lunch and dinner for the tenants every day, and they have to take care of the breakfast themselves." Sean eats here like the rest of the tenants, and of course, he doesn't tend to have lunch here when he's working. ”

Rockefett nodded unconsciously as he listened, he remained cautious and did not throw out the most critical questions at once.

"So, have you noticed anything strange about Sean, especially in recent times, has he suddenly eaten bigger, or rather, suddenly smaller?"

Mrs. Myers tilted her head, not immediately understanding what the problem had to do with the case, and she didn't even know what it was that brought the guard to Sean.

"I can't say this, maybe there is, anyway, I'm not sure. Although I prepare meals for the guests, everyone takes what they need, and my husband and I don't eat with them. ”

"Oh-" Rockefit nodded expressionlessly, "So, who among your tenants is more familiar with Sean, or who has more dealings with him?" I mean the kind of dealings that often come to each other's doors, do you remember?"

"This ......," said Mrs. Myers, frowning, and wiping her hand on her apron, "I don't really know, but that Sean is a very withdrawn fellow, and likes to stay in his room most of the time except for work, and although he has lived with me for several years, I am not familiar with him. So, I can't say who he has more contact with. ”

"Well, I see. Thank you for the news. Rockefett made a gesture, and the police officer next to him immediately understood, and politely invited Mrs. Myers out, but went to call the next person in.

In came a thin, middle-aged man with a mustache, who was Mrs. Myers' husband. Interestingly, the couple's figures are almost polarized, the husband is as thin as a bamboo pole, and the wife is as fat as a bucket.

"Mr. Myers, you may be seated. Rockeft simply greeted Mr. Myers, even though it was the other party's rental apartment, but the sheriff was full of hosts.

"You and your wife manage the apartment together, right? Your wife is mainly responsible for providing food for the tenants, and you are responsible for collecting the rent. ”

"And repair the room for them!" said Mr. Myers, hurrying, as if he felt that Rockefett's statement had hidden his credit, and Mr. Myers' beard turned up a little unhappily.

Of course, Rockefett didn't care if the other party was upset or not, he just kept a polite appearance.

"I went to Sean's room just now, and to be honest, there was some air leakage in that room, didn't you fix it for him?"

"The rooms here are all leaking. Mr. Myers flattened his mouth and looked into the corner of the room, as if impatient with the question.

"The hygiene inside is also quite bad. Rockeffit continued to ask, "Haven't you noticed these problems when you're in charge of repairing the guests' rooms?"

"This apartment is old in the Krona district, so it's no surprise that such an old house will have this kind of problem. Seeing that Rockefett had no intention of stopping there, Mr. Myers reluctantly said, "Even if I knew that there was such a problem, it would not be possible to repair it well—it would be more cost-effective to buy a new house than to repair such a worthless and broken house." ”

"I heard you and your wife don't live here?" asked Rockefett suddenly, abruptly.

The surprise attack worked, and Mr. Myers was stunned for a moment, then blushing.

"Ah, yes...... But after all, we have to take care of this side, so we don't live far away. ”

"In another district, huh?"

Mr. Myers scarcely dared to look at Rockefed, as if his little secret had been exposed to the sheriff's eyes.

"W-This shouldn't have anything to do with the case you're working on, right?"

"Maybe. Rockefett stood up and paced slowly behind Mr. Myers, "The rent for this apartment is very cheap, and it is a fair price compared to the living environment in which it lives. However, with such a meager income, you and your wife must have lived quite hard. ”

"What the hell are you asking?" Mr. Myers finally couldn't help himself, and cried out loudly, "This has nothing to do with that Sean, what the hell did he do?

"Yes, it's not about you or your wife. ”

Rockefett only glanced at Myers coldly, and scared the other party's momentum back.

"I don't want these two things to be related, if you cooperate. ”

Myers finally let out his breath and obediently sat back in his chair.

"Okay...... Whatever you want, just ask. ”

Rockefett narrowed his eyes and asked unhurriedly, "You said that you were in charge of repairing the tenants' rooms, so have you ever been in Sean's room? I mean you have been in Sean's room since he became a secluded man recently?"

"Well, this ......" Mr. Myers hesitated, looked at Rockefett cautiously, and immediately withdrew his gaze, "I should, I think not." ”

"Should it?" Rockefit raised his eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, "could you tell me honestly, yes or no?"

Mr. Myers' face flushed, and his head shrank even tighter.

"Sean didn't ask me to repair his room, and since he didn't, of course I ...... Of course, I won't take the initiative to do more meaningless things, this kind of old house has all kinds of problems. So, I probably didn't go into his room. ”

"But you're obviously not sure about that, otherwise you wouldn't keep saying 'should'. Rockefett ruthlessly debunked Mr. Myers's thoughts, "Please be honest, there must be something to remind you that there is still a hole in your words." ”

Mr. Myers' face turned pale this time.

"Mr. Sheriff, I ......"

"Please speak up!" Rockefett cut off Mr. Myers with a loud shout at not giving him a chance to beg for mercy.

"Alright, alright!" exclaimed Mr. Myers, a little self-defeating, "if you have to get to the bottom of it, then I'll tell you that Shaun, he's associated with heretics, no, he's a heretic!"

"Heresy—" The answer really surprised Rockefett, but as a sheriff, he would never let his emotions show on his face so easily.

"However, I've heard that Sean is quite a devout believer and goes to church every week. ”

That's because he can only count on the church's handout. "I have hardly ever seen a poorer guy than this Sean, who still owes me three months' rent." Moreover, that guy has become a medicine jar over the years, and he can't do much work, but he hasn't seen him take less medicine, and I don't know why he has the money to buy medicine, but he doesn't have the money to pay my rent. ”

Rockefett listened silently to Mr. Myers's complaints, and at the same time keenly grasped the clues in the other party's words.

"You say Sean often buys medicine, but I didn't see the medicine jar in his room. ”

"Who knows, maybe he lost it, that guy hasn't been back in days. Mr. Sheriff, what is he guilty of, and if you may, please let him settle my rent. ”

"He couldn't figure it out. Rockefett's emotionless eyes made Myers feel a chill in his heart inexplicably, "He's dead." ”

"Dead. Mr. Myers opened his lips, but could not speak, and only now did he realize the seriousness of the matter, "Well, then my rent ......"

"I think you should care more about your guests than about your rent. When did Sean not go back to the apartment? Please give me an exact event. ”

"This ...... About four days ago, four days ago? yes, yes, four days ago. ”

Seeing Rockfit's increasingly cold eyes, Myers hurriedly used a sure tone.

"He ......disappeared four days ago," Rockefett noted in his memo, "Did he have anything unusual before he disappeared?" and what evidence do you have for saying that Sean had something to do with heresy?"

"This ......," said Mr. Myers, pondering, for Rockefett's machine-cold, merciless gaze had been staring at him, making the landlord sweat profusely.

"Something strange, he's usually weird, so I really didn't notice it...... However, I can be sure that he is really connected to heresy, I have seen it, I have seen it, I have seen him perform a demon summoning once!"

"Be specific. Rockfit held a pen and paper, but his eyes were staring directly at Mr. Myers, "When did you see it, and how did Sean summon demons?"

Perhaps because Rockefett didn't ask about what he didn't report, Mr. Myers calmed down a little, sorted out his thoughts, and slowly explained the matter.

"I don't remember exactly when it was two years ago, or maybe three years ago, but it was when Sean started to become withdrawn. He was originally a man of few words, to be precise, he was not good at communicating. When Sean first came here, I could see that this young man was very shy, but he was not bad-hearted, and sometimes when others got together to chat, he would look enviously on the sidelines, but he would not interject, even if he was pulled to chat, he was also easily shy, and often couldn't say a few words. However, two or three years ago, he changed suddenly, no longer because he was shy and shy, but really lost the desire to communicate with other people.

So I thought it was strange at that time, although most of our relationships with tenants as landlords were motivated by financial interests, we would also worry about such young people. Originally, I wanted to talk to Sean alone while everyone else was resting and persuade him to be cheerful, but when I was about to go to his room that night......"

Mr. Myers pursed his lips tightly, his sunken cheeks as pale as marble.

"I heard the demon's language, I had no idea what it was saying, each pronunciation was very different from the language I knew, but I could know what it meant. ”

Spirit.

Rockefett immediately thought of what Myers had heard, this gift of combining language and magic was not actually the language of demons, and there was a tradition of words and spirits among the white people. However, the spirit of speech is classified as heretical by the Church, so Mr. Myers' understanding cannot be completely miscalculated.

"That voice, was it Sean?"

"No, it's a younger voice, it's supposed to be a child's voice, it's very immature, maybe it's male or female. ”

For a child under the age of 12, the undeveloped child's voice can sometimes make people misunderstand the gender, so the child's age should be roughly under 12.

Rockefett wrote down in his memo that the clue matched what he found in Sean's room.

"So, what did the child's voice say?"

Rockefett had a feeling that knowing what the kid had said, he could unlock all the secrets of Sean.

He said...... The sound hurt my head, so I couldn't remember everything completely, but it was probably ......"

Mr. Myers held his head in his arms, as if the mere recollection was a pain in his head.

"The kid calls Sean 'brother', and then seems to be trying to persuade Sean to take care of his body, especially ...... Don't go to church anymore. ”

Rockefett's chin was puffed out, and his eyes deepened.