On Thursday morning, since the investigation commissioned by Detective Zerel at the prom had been fully taken over by the "substitute punister", Abner's job was considered 'successful', but the follow-up investigation was not paid.

For this matter, Detective Zerrell came to the door last night to explain it himself, but unfortunately Abner and Hugh were reading in the house on the East Side at that time, and they did not see it, and finally the teacher received them on their behalf.

And the matter of Walter, the assistant butler entrusted by Mr. Marcy, who did not know the origin, was also put aside by Abner. Only on Sundays he sent a selection of materials handed over to him by Prince Totalim to delay time.

So Abner, who had nothing to do, had a rare leisure, sitting in his office drinking coffee and reading the newspaper at hand.

As for connecting with the "witch" Lina? It was a deal for the "desolate", and it didn't have much to do with him, and he just had to know the outcome in the end.

"The 3,000-pound thug bandit 'Red Ghost' Tannik was caught, and his real identity was actually an Intis spy? Ambassador Intis, Mr. Beckron, flatly denied the matter. ”

Abner looked at the headline on the front page of "Beckland's Morning Class" and couldn't help but fall into thought: "I remember that the 'Red Ghost' Tannick was a member of the Church of the Eternal Sun stationed in Rune, and he was of a similar identity as the teacher...... This is because the Storm Church can't find the mastermind behind it, so let's start with the most suspicious hostile church personnel? ”

As soon as he thought of this, he saw Detective Issinger push the door and walk in, and he couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly asked, "Teacher, why did you come back so early today?" ”

Detective Isenger has been going out early and returning late late, and Abner thought at first glance that he had also been identified by the Church of the Storm, and had come back to pack his things and prepare to run away.

On the other side, Detective Isenger saw that his student's face was different, and he only glanced at the contents of the newspaper on the table to roughly guess Abner's thoughts, and couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Your teacher is not a fool like Tannick who only knows how to praise the sun...... And I have a lot of connections in Beckland, and even if the 'substitute punisher' finds out, the Church of Steam and the Church of the Night will come forward to protect me. ”

"Teacher, I didn't mean that......" Abner smiled awkwardly before trying to change the subject, "Why did you come back so quickly today?" ”

Detective Issinger put away his smile when he heard this, and said with some sadness: "When I was helping the West Villas field to investigate the case, I received an obituary from Inspector Vane of the Western District Police Department...... Today was his farewell ceremony, and I came back to change my clothes and then rushed to the Grimm Cemetery for the funeral......"

"Inspector Vane? I remember he was invited to a dance party at the public ballroom more than ten days ago...... How could it be so sudden? Abner remembered for a moment, and remembered the kind old man he had only met once at the ball.

"I heard that it was an old problem of asthma that suddenly recurred...... I was hospitalized in the hospital for a week and didn't get better...... Hey, old Wayne is a very good person, kind and kind, and likes to promote juniors...... It's a pity. Detective Isenger shook his head and sighed.

"Anyway, this Mr. Inspector also has a relationship with me, anyway, I have nothing else to do today, so let's say goodbye to him with you." Abner said after a moment's thought. Although I don't have any friendship, I know that I can't let the teacher go alone on such an occasion.

"That's fine, go get me a black tie." Detective Isenger commanded.

……

In a corner of the Green Cemetery, a large number of police officers in black suits and black ties gathered in front of a new tombstone with a black-and-white photograph of a kind old man.

Standing at the head of the grave was a lady in her thirties, her eyes glazed and unfocused, and she seemed to have no strength to lean on a gentleman beside her. They are the daughter and son-in-law of Inspector Vain.

Wayne's youngest son, Bruce, and other subordinates of the police department walked over with the coffin on their shoulders and placed it in the grave.

After the priest's eulogy and their respective prayers, the mud rustled and began to fill in, and the black coffin was obscured little by little.

Detectives Abner and Eisinger stood at the end of the crowd, watching the scene with solemn expressions, silently reciting the epitaph on the tombstone.

But just then, a young man suddenly ran up from a distance, and he opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something out loud.

However, his movements were not complete, and several police officers who seemed to have been prepared tacitly stood in front of the young man and pushed him to the ground at a distance.

Seeing this, Abner frowned, but he didn't meddle in anything.

When the grave was filled in, the stone slabs were covered, and the funeral attendees had gradually left, Abner was about to go out to call a rental carriage when the young man who had been pressed down finally broke free and stumbled to the front, arguing loudly with the funeral priest and Vane's family.

Detective Isenger frowned a little disgruntled and asked a familiar officer who was chasing after him, "Darcy, what's going on?" Need our help? ”

Seeing that it was Detective Issinger questioning, the police officer named Darcy quickly stopped, and after a few gasps, replied, "Detective Stanton, Detective Brian, hello...... Without your help, that kid is Shawco of the Western District Police Department, who has been claiming that Inspector Vane's asthma is man-made, and has advocated investigating the female of a court nobleman...... But apparently, his words are no more convincing than the doctor's diagnosis. ”

Those words of his...... Is there any evidence for this? Out of detective habit, Issinger asked. In his cognition, if he hadn't decided what he thought, the young police officer wouldn't have come to Old Wayne's funeral to make a fuss.

"If there was evidence, would the sheriff not investigate? You must know that most of the people in the police station have received advice and help from Venn. Darcy said this, looked left and right, and then whispered:

"The reason why Chauco came to his ridiculous conclusion was that he thought that after the accident on Duke Negan's Avenue last week, a lady in the carriage of the nobles of the court passed by him and Vane, and they were both unwell to varying degrees. The difference is that he survived quickly, while Inspector Vane ended up in the hospital and eventually died.

"He suspected that the lady was spreading an unknown toxin."

Last week...... Duke Negan Boulevard...... Car accident...... Isn't that what happened the day I went to Dr. Leonardo's house to investigate? I remember if I hadn't used Solomon Gold to increase my luck and happened to get into a cab that had just passed by the scene of the crash, I would have been stuck in traffic on Duke Negan Boulevard...... So, will it also cause illness and then knock over the bottle of perfume?

Thinking of this, Abner's mind sketched a tragic scene of an entire street of people beginning to praise the "primordial moon", and he couldn't help but shiver in the heat.

After Officer Darcy left, Detective Isenger muttered for a moment before asking his student, "Witch of Pain?" ”

Although he couldn't be distracted by his busy work, he didn't know what Abner had been up to lately, but he could guess that he was tracking down the witch.

"Quite possibly...... As far as I know, there was indeed a 'Pain Witch' who was promoted around Tuesday, and if she hadn't been able to control the power of the potion at that time, it would have been normal for the overflowing 'disease' to affect ordinary people. Abner replied after a moment's thought.

"I'll go to the chief of the West District Police Department and ask for the style of the insignia of the court nobility in the mouth of that young man named Xiao Ke, and I'll give it to you." Detective Issinger struck a match, lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and said.

"Thank you, teacher." Abner's eyes lit up when he heard this, so that he could at least know which member of the military was working with Rey.

"I just don't want old Vane to die so inexplicably......" Detective Issinger sighed and said solemnly, "I'll leave this matter to you." ”

"I'll do my best, teacher."

……

Shoko was escorted out of the cemetery by the police before being released.

One of his colleagues, who was usually better with him, hesitated for a moment and then persuaded: "Xiao Ke, I know that Inspector Wayne takes good care of you, and you can't accept his death...... But after so many doctors' consultations, Vane really died of a relapse of an old disease, not all the ridiculous reasons you made up. ”

"I didn't make it up, that's the truth!" Xiao Ke's eyes were red, and he said loudly.

The rest of the police officers sneered when they heard this, and said to the colleague they had just persuaded, "Why are you telling him this?" I think he's gone crazy. The illness he contracted in the car accident at the time was not cured, but it turned into a mental illness. ”

Xiao Ke glared at the officers hatefully, turned around and left, he was completely disappointed in the police station, and he had to find out the truth on his own.

However, when he calmed down, he found that he had no idea where to start, and he didn't know what to do with the first step......

After a while, Shoko sat alone on a bench in a street park, clutching his hair in anguish, annoyed by his previous lack of learning and regretting his incompetence...... Unconsciously, he sat down and fell asleep with an extremely tired spirit, and then had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, it seemed that an old man with an ordinary appearance handed him something and repeated a few nouns......

A breeze blew, and Shoko struck a spirit, came to his senses, and muttered words in his mouth:

"Duckett Street". "No. 14", "Lina" ......

Xiao Ke shook his neck and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, wondering why he still talked in his dreams after waking up? Is it really as my colleague said, something is wrong with the spirit?

However, just as he was about to stand up, he was suddenly stunned, because there was an extra item in his hand that did not belong to him.