As the capital of Lou Baole Kingdom, which is stable and prosperous and in a period of rapid change, it is orderly and human life is more valuable, far from the place where human life and dog life are no different from those of kobolds. The high-level powerhouses gathered in this city were at least in the triple digits, and there were countless middle- and low-level powerhouses, but most of them had never killed anyone at all. Except for the older ones, those who survived the war years, or those who were transferred from abroad and remote areas, most of the rest were confined to the stage of fighting.

There are strict rules and regulations, professional sheriffs, first-class healing services, and a robust urban circle system. Even if ordinary people try to find trouble, they are powerless in the face of authority, and at the same time, the parrots all over the air make it extremely convenient to track down the criminals.

Of course, there are some deep-seated reasons, the society is in a state of development, most people can find some work, there is hope for life, food and clothing, and the whole society is in a normal state of operation, so there are naturally fewer murderers and the like.

So in such a context, Kevin does not intend to go to the crime scene alone and say something inconsequential. If the case is judged, theoretically, the sheriff here should be more professional than him, and the professional affairs will be handled by professional people.

"You beat them yesterday, aren't you afraid that they will arrest you as a murderer?"

"It's okay to be suspicious," Kevin understood, "but I'm not killing anyone, that's for sure." I don't think the sheriff in the capital would be so incompetent, and this kind of big case might be solved in two or three days. ”

As he spoke, Kevin finished dressing and knocked on the door of Sain and Little Spoon, and explained what had happened. The three of them asked for leave again, but as soon as they walked to the school gate, they were immediately stopped by the sheriff who rushed to the school.

"Oh, so fast. Kevin just said casually.

But this tone made the sheriffs very uncomfortable, and the leader had a straight face: "You're Kevin, right?"

"Yes. Kevin replied.

"Where are you going?" asked the leader.

"I'm going to you," Kevin replied calmly, "and you're here, so let's go together." ”

This calm and calm attitude made the sheriffs puzzled, usually seeing so many sheriffs coming to him, he would be a little nervous, and it seemed that he also knew that someone had died last night. With this attitude, could it be said that he is a habitual murderer?

"Let's go," Kevin reminded them, looking at the cars they looked at, and couldn't help asking, "Which one are we going to?"

"Please follow me. The sheriffs immediately surrounded the three of them and then made way for the car. They all looked nervous, as if they had already regarded the three of them as murderers.

The little spoon looked at this posture and frowned a little. Sain had a high-spirited face and a "wait for my dad to scare you to death" expression. Kevin, on the other hand, remained calm and got into the car calmly.

All the way to the sheriff's building, the three were questioned separately. Kevin was taken to a hut where two sheriffs, a man and a woman, sat across from each other, the woman seemed to be in charge of the record-keeping, and the man seemed to be an illusionist.

Before the two sides could speak, they had already had a mental confrontation. Kevin didn't attack, just pure defense, and the other party slowly increased his strength, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that Kevin could withstand it all the time.

"Name?" After a brief mental temptation, the sheriff temporarily abandoned the mental assault and turned to normal questioning.

"Kevin Indon Miss. ”

"Gender?" the other asked again.

Kevin couldn't help but complain: "Does this really need to be asked?"

"Less nonsense, more serious!" asked the sheriff, "how do I know if you are male or female, if you don't say gender these days?"

"Male. Kevin was helpless.

"Age?" the sheriff asked again.

"I said, even if you can't see it, you should have my file, right?" asked Kevin.

"Less nonsense, what do you answer when I ask!" the sheriff drank again, "Age?"

"In his early thirties. Kevin deliberately gave him a vague answer.

"Don't you even know how old you are?" the sheriff scolded.

"I don't remember exactly. Kevin retorted calmly.

"I warn you, this is the Sheriff's Building, not a place where you can have a hippie smile!" the Sheriff slapped the table angrily, and a mental attack followed by a strong wind that blew Kevin's hair backwards.

"If you interrogate me like this, even if I have normal intelligence, I will be stupid by you. Kevin smiled wryly.

The sheriff nodded: "Okay, then the next question, your family situation, who are your parents? Don't tell me anymore that I can't remember!"

"My mother travels everywhere and I haven't seen her in a while. His father died young. Kevin replied calmly, "My mother is a light elf, and her way of educating her children is different from ours here, and she is relatively laissez-faire. ”

The female sheriff next to her immediately wrote a book, and Kevin couldn't help but be surprised: "Don't you really have my files?

"Less nonsense!" the male sheriff frowned, "Your file is not here at the moment, we have already applied for it." Before your file comes, we need to know some basics. ”

As soon as the words fell, the door to the hut was opened, and another person assured that a stack of papers came in: "His file is here, give." ”

The male sheriff immediately took it and opened it, but saw only one line of words: "You also deserve to see his file?

The male sheriff immediately shuddered, subconsciously closed the file, and looked up at Kevin's eyes changed instantly.

"What's wrong?" Kevin could guess a little, it was estimated that someone at the level of the Sword Saint was putting pressure on them again, but in this case, this pressure was a bit excessive.

"It's nothing, there may be some misunderstanding," the male sheriff immediately put on a smiling face, but it was too abrupt and looked a little embarrassed, "You...... It's OK to go. ”

Kevin shook his head: "I was here in the first place, for the murder in that dead end!"

The two sheriffs looked at each other, the female sheriff picked up the pen again and prepared to take notes, while the male sheriff listened respectfully. Kevin even started with the first time Sain received a note, and then Sain received a second note and learned about an organization that called itself the "Parents Union", and Kevin went to Earl Goolaid's house to inquire about this organization, but to no avail. But on the way back to school, I ran into the current victim.

The victim was a bard, and Kevin listened to him and was a little suspicious, so he followed him and then beat him. The next day, they agreed to meet again, and both parties called someone, so Kevin hit him again. However, the next day, Kevin learns from the raven that they are dead.

"You may not believe it, but it was they who did it first, both times. Kevin emphasized.

Two sheriffs: "......"

"I haven't been to the scene yet, can I find out what the situation is at the moment?" Kevin asked.

"There were seven bodies in the cul-de-sac, all of which had been killed by being hit in the head with a fist. The sheriff replied.

"Seven?" Kevin was surprised, "I remember there were eight of them last night!"

"What did you say?" the other party was taken aback, "So there is another person who escaped?"

"Can you show me the portrait of the corpse, and I might be able to recognize who has escaped. Kevin suggested.

The male sheriff didn't hesitate any longer, and got up directly, holding a few portraits for Kevin to identify. For a moment, Kevin relied on the memory: "It's Pennet! He's not here." It's the bard who hung a picture in the tavern and gave a speech! That's the one I beat on the first day! Of course, he did it first!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Kevin replied, "he definitely did it first." ”

"Is it their infighting, then?" muttered the sheriff, "and he killed them all while you beat them all down?"

Kevin fell silent, he remembered very well that although the crows had been away for a while, he came back and said that they had happened to be killed by a man in black. But Pennet wasn't dressed in black yesterday, could it be that he ran away, then changed into black, and then came back and killed people?

It can't be said that it is completely impossible, maybe he is worried that someone will recognize him after the mistake. But I always feel that the probability is low. If this Pennet wants to use Kevin's hand to get rid of these people around him, then he shouldn't run away at this time. Wouldn't it be better to lie where he is, so that he can directly frame Kevin, or is he worried that he will show his flaws if he lies in general?

As soon as he fled, the target was instantly directed at him. Even if it was Kevin who killed them, Kevin would have put his hat on his head. In this case, what's the point of him making such a complicated thing? I think if this Pennet is really going to kill someone, there should be a better and safer strategy.

"Order! The whole city will search for this bard named Penne!" Outside the gate, the sheriffs have already ordered, and countless parrots and personnel have rushed out, and began to spread out from the center of the dead end and search.

"As long as this person is not vaporized, then he can be found!" the sheriffs were confident.

Kevin was silent, feeling more and more that things were not simple.

In a moment, another sheriff came in and handed over a piece of paper. The interrogating male sheriff couldn't help but be surprised: "What? Last night, the minotaur of Wang Li Academy had a record of escape?"

Kevin was stunned: "Who is it?"

"A guy called number 13. ”

Kevin felt bad in his heart: "How many people know about this now?"

The sheriff on the other side replied: "This matter has not been confirmed to us by Wang Li Academy, but it is rumored outside, it is said that someone saw a minotaur wearing a school uniform No. 13 on the street last night. ”

Seeing Kevin's expression, the other party couldn't help asking, "What's the matter? This doesn't seem to have anything to do with our murder? I have seen the marks of the blow on the corpse, and there are obvious fist marks." It was never the Minotaur who did it, the Minotaur did not have such small hands. ”

"It doesn't matter," Kevin just sighed, "I'm worried that someone is going to take the rhythm." ”