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A few stars adorned the dark night sky, and the stone pavement on the platform was narrow and dark in the light of a lonely light. Eric was struggling to move towards his assigned compartment with his tattered duffel bag and two bulky, old, dull-colored wooden suitcases on his shoulders.

Live like a moving snail.

"Hurry up, you useless slacker, the train is about to leave!" Not far away, one of someone's feet was standing on the pedal that connected the platform to the train, and one of them was still moving up and down, rhythmically making dull percussions, as if beating the drum to a broken bard.

Slightly angry rooster - Eric secretly gave this gentleman another name.

I don't blame him for thinking so, to be honest, in anyone's opinion, someone's style is indeed as commanding as a rooster, and even the nose hair that rises slightly above his lips is shaking shyly.

When a normal person sees this face, the first thing they think of must be to punch it hard.

Eric is no exception.

But he couldn't.

Doing so will not only cost him his hard-won promotion opportunities, but will even cost him his job in the police department. Because, Mr. Edit, who is full of stubble, is the inspector of the Concede General and Eric's immediate boss.

Although it is not cold in the early hours of the morning, it is enough to make people feel the slight coolness of autumn. The cold wind shrugged through Eric's linen coat, sending shivers down his shoulder.

The damn luggage and tired body didn't put him in a good mood...... No, it's pretty bad.

Fortunately, the small, uniformed conductor on the platform finally noticed Eric's predicament, trotted all the way to him, and quickly took the large wooden box on his shoulder and hand. However, even if he is a skilled veteran, his arm will inevitably fall sharply during the handover.

As he walked, the little man naturally asked, "Sir, first of all, please forgive me for my presumptuous question, but where are you going with such heavy luggage?" ”

"Holy capital. Eric replied briefly, consciously quickening his pace. He knew very well that he had better get into the carriage before the rooster really got angry.

"Oh! That's a great place to go. The little man saw Eric's anxiety with a very good eye, and stopped asking.

Soon, they stepped onto the metal plate at the junction.

The boss's big fat hand slapped the subordinate's head hard from top to bottom. Nearly made Eric stumble: "There's no next time." ”

Like all errant subordinates, Eric didn't reach out to touch the sore spot on his head, nor did he immediately lift his head that had just been suffering, "Understood, sir. "In fact, if it weren't for the rooster's two wooden crates, he would have been the one who arrived first.

Lazy.

The little man didn't seem even the slightest bit helpless because of what was happening in front of him, maybe these ordinary eyes had seen too much injustice. He pulled out a list of passengers, which contained all the reservation information: "Dear Mr. Passenger, please tell me your name so that I can show you the way." ”

The detective puffed out his chest slightly and reported his identity: "Edit, Edith Thomas, belongs to the Concede Police Department. Although, in Eric's eyes, providing any information other than his name at this time was just a vulgar show-off. ”

But his boss apparently didn't think so.

"Detective, that's a respectable profession. ”

The little man is quite a showman, a word of praise comes easily, and it doesn't look contrived at all. But then, as if suddenly realizing something, he patted his oval head with his hand, "Wait, if I'm not mistaken, this name...... Are you the detective who recently captured the murderer of the Ode massacre?"

Eddie nodded, silent. But there was a smile on his lips that almost overflowed.

The little man who saw the celebrity looked very excited: "I have met one of the greatest detectives of the century! I can't believe it! You are amazing, and allow me to express my highest admiration for you." You don't know how many people are struggling to sleep because of that notorious fugitive, and my elderly mother is one of them. I know it's inconvenient to disclose, but if I could, I'd like to ask you in detail how you managed to catch that guy who came and went without a trace. ”

The little man moved his fingers in a trembling voice and flipped the list of passengers to the page of car three. His gaze swept from the bottom up, and he finally spotted the name Edith at the top.

"Mr. Edith and his assistants, you have booked boxes 1 and 2, please come with me. The little man didn't wait for Edith to reply, apparently not expecting the detective to explain to him how the police station had solved the case in a secret way. And his attitude at this time has noticeably become more respectful.

Most of the guests who can book Box 1 are big shots. In this way, the great detective of the public family does have the power worthy of his name.

Especially when he's still in the limelight.

The little man stopped at the end of the carriage, took out the chic key from his waist, opened the door of the No. 1 box, bent down and stretched out his arms, made a gesture of inviting in, and welcomed the two into the box. At the same time, he did his duty and did not forget to move the wooden boxes of the guests from the floor of the corridor to the house.

Standing still, looking at the box furnishings in front of him, Eric took a sharp breath. Even the eyes of the great detective who came in with him were a little glazed.

A light brown plush carpet that covers the floor, and the mandala print on it is particularly clear. The surrounding walls are painted with dazzling patterns that resemble various beasts, giving the room a high look. The rest of the furniture is also quite period-like, with the dark gold curtain closing directly opposite being the most conspicuous.

On the wall next to it, there are two oil paintings, the one depicting a clear blue sky and ethereal white clouds, which Eric recognizes, by the sage Ari Medellín.

However, Eric is well aware of the value of his work, and Rao can't afford to be such an extravagant magic train. Then he understood: what hung there was, at best, a fake in excellent condition.

"Nice painting. A fitting comment.

Seeing someone staring at the painting on the wall, how could the little man let go of this opportunity to express: "Sir really has a good eye, and that painting is the great Ari Medellín's "Where the Dream Is". It was bought by our conductor at great expense from Pelos in the east to decorate this magical train. ”

Eric couldn't bear to say what he thought about the authenticity of the work: "Where the Dream is, one of the paintings in the Medellín Dream series that I don't know where to go. Indeed, only the paintings of such great men are worthy of the greatest invention of this century. ”

"It seems that you also have some research on art, and you are really an assistant to the great detective. You must be a knowledgeable miscellaneous like this great detective. The little man complimented the man in front of him, and brought with him another person in the room, someone who was far more important than the person in front of him.

Eric has never liked sycophants.

I saw him smile faintly, and decided what he wanted to say: "My knowledge is not as good as that of Mr. Edith, and you shouldn't compare us......"

"Okay, okay, now let me out. I don't like people shouting during breaks. The rooster interrupted the conversation, and sat down on the velvet mattress, giving orders very casually.

Even when he was complimented, Edith didn't like topics he couldn't talk about, in other words, he preferred to be the focus of the conversation.

Eric knew that his own pretense had upset the rooster again.

In desperation, the two had to exit the room and close the door from the outside. Immediately, they came to the door of the second box, and opened the door with the same key, and invited the guests into the room in the same way, and the conductor's behavior was as standardized as the regulations, so that no one could find fault with it.

Although the layout in the box in front of me is basically the same as the No. 1 just now, it is much inferior in terms of the materials used for carpets and curtains.

Eric didn't care, and after removing his travel bag and placing it on the desk on his right, he took off his linen coat and hung it on the sandalwood hanger next to him, and waved his hand to signal that the little man could go out.

The conductor, who had always respected his customers as God, received the order, but in a rare way, he did not obey the order and left, but walked up to Eric with a sad face, stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and smiled awkwardly. The outstretched hand he had clearly had some kind of hint in it.

Eric suddenly understood something, and smiled knowingly. He told the little man to wait, and then reached out and took out a few bronze Oren from the coat pocket he had just taken off, and handed them to the conductor who had just delivered the attentive service.

The little man hurriedly and respectfully took his own tip with both hands. And the fleeting and strange expression on the little man's face did not escape Eric's eyes. He interpreted the expression as: You poor devil, I knew I should have asked Mr. Detective for a tip.

Anyway, the conductor finally left.

One of the man's Eric twisted his neck, slightly tired. He walked slowly to his bed, and suddenly slammed his fist into the bed, the soft mattress sinking deeply as his fist came.

"It's disgusting to be with idiots. ”

Iconic self-talk. I don't know if he's talking about a rooster or a flattering little man. Perhaps, both.

Eric Sevante. The face is fair. His slightly curly blonde hair and blue pupils indicate his western Odin lineage. Young and energetic, he is now a detective by profession and is attached to the Concede Police Department. Now acts as Inspector Edith's assistant.

This time, he and his boss went to St. Du'oud for the purpose of receiving a commendation. As for why he was commended, it starts with a murder case.

To be precise, this covers more than one case. Yes, it is the Oude tragedy just mentioned.

About a year ago, there were frequent cases of disappearances within the Saint-Duoud. In the alleys of the night, beside the deserted roads, under the eaves of secluded houses, in dilapidated abandoned houses. In short, in the place where everything is not noticed.

The victims are almost exclusively homeless people, so the average person is not aware of the subtle changes that are happening around them, after all, it has no impact on their lives.

What made the detectives concerned was that the places where the homeless people disappeared left more or less traces of their struggles, indicating the fact that they did not leave on their own.

It's all artificial.

People say that wandering people are like helpless grass, and this is not true at all. Our murderer is like a diligent gardener, doing the work of cutting for the ancient and beautiful Holy Capital.

The gardener was the nickname given to him by the General Administration of the Holy Capital. And it's a skilled gardener. Detectives tried to find him, but even the most experienced trackers in the station couldn't find him.

A case that I can't get started.

Enough has been done for useless work. The detectives didn't want to cause trouble for themselves, and they couldn't help it. The gardener remained at large in the gardens of the Holy Capital until the night when both the Earl William and the Marquis of Ivan were killed.

Unlike the homeless, their bodies were turned into blood and severed limbs, and the miserable state was like hell.

All Odin was shocked. The vicinity of the two mansions was immediately off-limits, and the night was like a break in the craftsman's career, after which he disappeared and was not heard from.

Enraged, Queen Elizabeth ordered that the killer must be apprehended at all costs.

For a time, all the police detectives in the Holy City were dispatched, and even the army participated in the search. The whole city was at peace for a long time, and of course, they got nothing.

"I'm afraid the murderer is no longer in the Holy Capital to continue his gardening work. Locke, the governor of the Holy Capital, speculated.

However, there is no clue where the murderers have fled.

Thankfully, a few months later, the good news came. Under the wise leadership of Inspector Edith of the Conceded Police Department, the murderer has been successfully captured. Detective Edith's name spread throughout the country overnight through major newspapers. For a time, all kinds of legends about the detective's reasoning like a god spread in the vast land of Odin.

In this regard, the royal family said that the great detective would come to the Holy Capital to receive the award.

Eric felt his chance. Sure enough, due to the detailed report of the arrest, the boss had to bring his assistant with him.

In fact, the abilities that those detectives should have had were not reflected in Detective Edith. Eric wondered if his boss really had a brain as small as a rooster, and he wondered how such a rooster could become an inspector.

He was not willing to remain under Edit, and he did have the leverage to get rid of his boss.

Once in the Holy City, Eric is sure to prove to the guys at the Ode General Administration who is Conced's number one detective.

He's so eager to get ahead.