Chapter 7: The Alpha Eye
Eric had been waiting for this suspicion for a long time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
"As the gentleman said, I do hide something from you, and I sincerely apologize to you, but I do have a hard time. My sanity tells you everything, not a lame lie. β
Eric is trying to imagine himself as a troupe actor. Seriously, he played well. The little detective is still afraid, and he deliberately shows the loophole to the merchant in his language, but the honest merchant doesn't seem to pay attention at all. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of this friend, I am afraid that the subsequent routine inquiry would not have been carried out.
Obviously, the calmness after deception is more conducive to letting people relax their guard.
The fat man looked very openly: "Not at all, young man. I didn't have the slightest anger after being deceived. On the contrary, we had a good chat, didn't we? β
The one who raised the question was Mr. Rowan's young friend, Pat Ross. He lived in box number six of car three, which saved Eric a lot of time.
Mr. Pat sat down on the couch next to Eric.
But as soon as he sat down, a strange feeling slowly pressed towards Eric. This made Eric a little uncomfortable, and the detective's instinct in his blood told him that this man was not simple, and that breath reminded him of the murderer "The Gardener" of Ode who was arrested by him in Conced.
Whenever the name comes to mind, Eric gets irritated. Because the credit that should have belonged to him was completely stolen by his superiors.
As early as when Eric first joined the department, his strong case-handling and reasoning skills made him stand out from the crowd very quickly. Probationary to full-fledged constable to detective. The speed of his promotion is definitely comparable to that of a bullet fired from a Curt pistol. However, "lucky", Eric was taken by Edit, the number one detective in the department, and became his assistant. Poor Eric was secretly glad that he would soon take the Inspector's place.
Especially when Eric hits the murderer in the heart with a special bullet, he thinks everything is so good.
But after some time, it was the great detective Edith who became famous. No one knew what his assistant was called, or even that he had an assistant. Even the officers had forgotten that the Conseld Department had also had Eric as a person. People don't care about any of that, they just know that they have a great detective in Conced, their big hero.
Heroes and idols are needed in every era.
For the sake of his own future, he has to make a break with the shameless liar after all.
But not now.
At the very least, the case at hand must be completed.
Eric identified himself as a detective to them, and was given the right to remain in his seat. Detectives usually have to interview suspects individually, but for small detectives with little power, it is more difficult to implement, and making such a request will only make people offended.
"I must tell you the terrible news that Mr. Rich, who was in the same carriage with you last night, was brutally murdered. β
The merchant's mouth opened slightly in surprise, while Mr. Pat nodded slightly.
"Now I need to ask some questions, and I hope you will cooperate with the investigation. β
Sensing the danger of the supernatural from Mr. Pat, Eric decided to open his Alpha Eye for the time being.
Eric has always had a magical eye that reads information about people and places, which is reflected in Eric's vision through color.
He called it the Alpha Eye.
These colors are magical colors that reflect the essence.
To outsiders, Eric's pupil color had not changed.
However, because he himself is not 100% clear about the meaning of certain colors, sometimes the same color will represent different information. As a result, the information that can be read from people is often limited and vague.
For example, a red patch around a part of the subject's body indicates that there has been some kind of trauma there, while the red color that appears around the palm of the hand usually indicates that he has killed someone. Of course, if the red light was weak, it was possible that he had just killed a pheasant for supper.
The eye also acts on the air, and the magic color left behind by the criminal makes it easy for Eric to track. In fact, being able to arrest the "gardener" is also a blessing for this eye.
An ability that can come in handy for detectives.
However, if the information is misinterpreted, the case will be further complicated. This is one of the reasons why Eric doesn't use it lightly.
And as a detective, Eric doesn't want to rely too much on it, preferring to get his own brain rather than relying on external forces to get key information. In fact, it was even more because I didn't want to endure the sharp pain in my eyes for the next few hours.
Eric didn't know what he could read.
Eric rolled his eyes and asked, "Have you dealt with the dead?" β
"Yes. Two days ago, when Mr. Ridge had just gotten into the car, he had visited me in my box. For his business. To be honest, though, I wasn't very interested, although I accepted the business card out of politeness. Rowan pulled out a well-printed card.
Fat merchant is gilded all over, the color of money.
Then, Pat gave a short reply: "I'm sorry, I've never met him." β
Mr. Pat is about the same age as Eric. The facial features are not very bright, and the complexion is gloomy. Black shirt and black pants, all dressed in black. Black usually gives a sense of elegance and stability, and the gentleman in front of you is no different.
The eye saw Mr. Pat all in blue-black. Eric didn't understand what that meant. To his astonishment, the blood that came out of Mr. Patter's body made him feel as if he were in a sea of roses.
Red scale never seen before.
Given this density, it would have been years before the Concede slaughterhouse could have slaughtered pigs to keep up with the number of killings that Mr. Pat had killed.
The little detective couldn't stop beating the drums in his heart, and at the same time congratulated himself on winning the jackpot.
Whether or not he had anything to do with the case, this person must be a great evil. Eric doesn't mind spending anything on his performance.
Of course, on the premise of ensuring safety. In short, it is best not to alarm him now.
Eric asked Rowan, "Was that the last time you saw Mr. Rich?"
"Yes. You know, people nowadays like to lock themselves in their rooms and be alone. And Mr. Pater and I met yesterday because we had dinner together at noon. Rowan said, and Pat nodded.
"Did you hear anything unusual last night?"
Rowan replied, "I've always gone to bed early, my friend. β
Mr. Pat had a deep voice, "My fiancΓ©e and I slept well. You have to know that the sound insulation of the box is almost perfect, and even if the neighbors are singing an opera, we don't hear the slightest sound. β
Eric asked, "Mr. Pat." I guess you can't answer this question on behalf of your fiancΓ©e. Where is she now?"
"Resting in our box. She was a little unwell and had no appetite for lunch. β
"It's a bit rude, but for the sake of work, I think I should ask her these things as well. β
After a moment's hesitation, Pat said, "I think... That's fine. But not until the afternoon when she is better. β
"On behalf of the Concede Police Department, I would like to thank you for your understanding and cooperation. β
Eric looked at Mr. Pat in front of him and held out a hand to him in a friendly gesture.