"Well, I'm going to hear it. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info," Rogge said curiously, looking at Orlando, the trafficker owner across the table.

Orlando raised his right hand and pointed to his partner Huntington's room meaningfully, Rogge glanced in the direction of his thumb in surprise, glanced at the large ruby ring on his finger, and asked in a low voice, "Do you mean that the murderer is Mr. Huntington?"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't him?" Orlando sneered and glanced in the direction of Huntington's room and said, "Huntington and the dead Marshall have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and the two of them don't like each other, Marshall hates Huntington for being a pervert, and Huntington dislikes Marshall for slamming the door, and the two have quarreled not once or twice."

"It's just that they have to cooperate for the sake of business. Orlando took a sip of the wine from the glass in front of him and said, "After all, even if they hate each other, they will not have a grudge against money, but if they have the opportunity to annex each other, they will not hesitate at all." ”

He leaned over to Rogge and mysteriously hooked his finger, and Rogge poked his head in front of him and heard him whisper, "On the way here, the two of them had a big fight on the boat, and Huntington pointed to Marshall's nose and said that sooner or later his head would be cut off, and if he did, I would not be surprised at all." ”

Rogge tacitly smiled and nodded at Orlando, got up after a little thought, and said, "In that case, thank you Mr. Orlando, it's not too early, if you have any other questions, I will come to visit you again, and I hope you stay safe, goodbye." ”

Orlando did not get up to see him off, but asked his men to open the door for Rogge to leave, and when Rogge returned to the room, Catherine, who was anxiously waiting in the room, hurriedly met her and asked about the situation, and Rogra sat down at the table and told her the result.

Hearing that both Orlando and Huntington accuse each other of being Marshall's killers, Catherine became overwhelmed, she looked at Rogge blankly, and asked him what he thought about the matter, Rogge smiled and took her hand and stood up, and suddenly bent down and a princess hugged her.

Catherine looked at him in surprise, Rogge turned around and hugged her to the side of the bed and put her on the bed, held her face with both hands and kissed her on the forehead and said, "It's going to be dawn soon, let's go to bed first, let's talk about the case tomorrow, learn from the little villain." ”

Catherine looked in the direction he was pointing when she heard this, and saw that the little furball had shrunk into a fluffy ball and fell asleep on the bedside table, Rogge smiled and touched Catherine's head and said, "As a nocturnal bird, the little villain has gone to lazy, why don't you hurry up and go to sleep?"

Catherine smiled helplessly, lay down on the bed and said goodnight to Rog and Monica, Rogge helped her tuck the quilt and turned around and walked to the table, Catherine secretly looked at him, only to see him sitting at the table with his hands on his cheeks and bowing his head in deep thought, Catherine knew that this night was destined to be another sleepless night.

It wasn't until dawn that Catherine fell asleep from sleepiness, and when she woke up, it was already noon, and neither Rog nor Furball were in the room, and Monica told her that Rogge had gone out with Lilith early in the morning, and told them to wait for him at the inn.

After eating something to fill her stomach, Catherine began a long and anxious wait again, but time passed little by little, Rog never returned, and the anxious Catherine couldn't stay any longer, she touched the magic lamp to summon the lamp god, and asked him to help find Rogge's whereabouts.

Using the dimensional map to search for Roger's traces, the Lantern God finally locked his location on the docks in Death Harbor, and he opened a dimensional passage to the docks of Death Harbor, and Catherine and Monica followed him to the exit of the passage, but the scene on the docks surprised them.

The deafening sound of fighting enveloped the entire dock, and the corpses of the dead were everywhere, and many bloodied wounded fell to the ground, while the people who were fighting ignored their injuries and instead brandished their weapons to deliver a fatal blow, and the entire dock was in chaos.

"What's going on?" Catherine stood at the door of the Dimensional Gate in a daze and watched this scene, when suddenly a figure flashed into the Dimensional Gate, Catherine subconsciously took a step back and counterattacked, but recognized that the person was Rogge she was desperately looking for.

"You're really raining in time, I'm talking to the little bad bird about letting her take me home, but she always uses the dazzling rays of the sun in the sky to excuse her laziness!" said Rogge, glancing at the little furball on his shoulder with disgust.

"I'm a nocturnal bird, and I can't fly under the sun!" replied the little furball, pouting his little mouth.

"What the hell is going on out there?" asked Catherine, who couldn't wait to hear him and Little Furball arguing, pulling Rogge's finger to the scene of the Dimensional Gate brawl.

"The people of Orlando and Huntington fought. Rogge crossed his arms and crossed his chest with her side by side to look at the chaos outside, and said: "I came to the docks this morning and talked to the traffickers on the docks, but I didn't get the clues I wanted, so I went to the blacksmith shop in the city and chatted with the blacksmith one by one in several blacksmith shops." ”

"Unexpectedly, when I was about to go back to the hotel, I heard that there was an accident on the docks, and I rushed over to see Huntington and Orlando confronting each other with their own people, and both sides wanted to take the dead Marshall's men and slaves for themselves. ”

"Looks like the murderer is one of them!" said Catherine, looking back at Rogge.

Rogge smiled faintly, reached out and grabbed Catherine's shoulders and bowed his head in her ear and said, "Don't be so anxious to draw conclusions, there are still many doubts in this case that have not been solved, such as what happened to the murderer with four hands and two heads?"

Catherine woke up when she heard this, looked up at Rogge expectantly, and asked, "Have you found a clue about him?"

"Not yet. Rogge shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Catherine's disappointed appearance and said, "But that's the problem, I sneaked into three big ships with the little bad bird, and secretly observed the sailors and traffickers' thugs, even slaves, but we didn't find anyone who matched the murderer's physiognomy." ”

"At the same time, we have not yet found the murder weapon, we already know that one of the murder weapons is a pair of shoes or gloves with spikes on the bottom, in short, something worn on the lower limbs, and the other suspected blunt knife that chops off the head, hands and feet seems to be incomprehensible, and we have not found either murder weapon. ”

"So what do we do now?" Catherine looked at Rog at a loss, Rog pointed to the door of the dimension and said, "Thank you, God of Lights, please close the door, don't let those guys who break their heads follow!"

Rogge, who returned to the inn, did not talk about the case again, and Catherine tentatively asked him a few times, and seeing that he did not seem to intend to talk about the subject, she had to suppress the doubts in her stomach.

Not long after the two came back, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Rogge, who heard the knock, jumped up from his chair and ran to the door, opened the door only to see the innkeeper standing at the door, looking at him with a debt collection face, and Rogge couldn't help frowning a little disappointed when he saw him.

"It's time to pay for today's room!" said the innkeeper menacingly.

"Wait a minute!" said Rogge, turning and entering the house, grabbing the little furball that was about to slip away from the window, carrying her little wings back to the door, throwing her on the boss's shoulder, and saying, "Little villain, you can talk to the boss about paying the money!" and pushed the boss and the little furball out of the house together.

Catherine, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, watched him turn back to the table, sat down sullenly and held her cheek with her hand in contemplation, and after a while, the door suddenly opened automatically, and Lilith, who had become a little Lori, walked in from outside, holding a large handful of gold coins in her hand, and carefully avoided Rogge to the bedside.

Catherine watched curiously as she put the gold coins on the bed, then untied the small purse and filled it with a full purse, she and Monica looked at each other curiously, and looked down to ask Lilith where the money came from.

"It's the stinky profiteer who paid me back!" said Little Lori as she put it in the bag, "I've already negotiated with him, and he'll give me back the twenty dollars I gave him, and then we'll stay here for as long as we want!"

"How did you talk to him?" Catherine looked at her with wide eyes in surprise, and before little Lori could speak, Rogge, who was sitting at the table, replied casually, "Be careful, the little villain's amnesia can make you think she is your mother." ”

Catherine was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but suddenly realize, only to see little Lori look back at Rogge and say, "I don't want to be a mother to a stupid girl, it's impossible for a daughter born to a smart bird like me to be as stupid as a stupid girl!"

"The eggs laid by a clever bird like you are usually cooked and eaten as soon as they are born. Rogge replied nonchalantly, and little Lori glared at him with a pout, and said to herself while continuing to fill the bag with gold coins: "I haven't laid eggs, that's all done by stupid hens!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door again, and Rogge glanced back at little Lori and said, "Is your amnesia ineffective?"

"Impossible, my powerful bird's spell won't fail!" Little Lori shouted confidently.

"I hope so!" Rogge got up and walked to the door, opened the door and saw a shirtless man standing at the door, as soon as he saw Rogge, he said in a rough voice: "It's Mr. Rogge, I'm from Rand's blacksmith, and my teacher asked me to bring this to you." ”

Rogge took the letter in his hand, took out a silver coin from his body and handed it to the blacksmith apprentice, the other party nodded to him and turned to leave, Rogge closed the door and opened the letter and glanced down, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong?" asked Catherine, getting up and walking over to him.

"It's nothing, you stay here and wait for me, I'll be back soon. Rogge carried the letter on his body, opened the door and walked out, Catherine chased to the door, his figure was gone, Catherine had no choice but to close the door and return to the bedside, secretly thinking about Rogge's whereabouts.

Rogge didn't come back until late at night, Catherine was pacing in the room restlessly, little Lolit Lilith had already eaten and drunk enough to lie on the bed and dozed off, and Monica, who was with Catherine, also gently persuaded Catherine to lie down and rest first.

Just as Catherine was about to lie down and rest for a while, suddenly, a terrible scream broke the silence of the night again......