"I didn't find what you asked me for!" shouted the little furball as it landed on Rog's shoulder. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hearing the little owl's shout, Rogge looked back at her in surprise, the little furball looked up at him with a look of affirmation, Rogge frowned and said to himself: "No, if not, how did people come up?"

"I've been looking very carefully, I've opened every tile on the roof!" Little Furball replied affirmatively, Catherine and Monica looked at each other, Catherine asked softly, "What did you ask Lilith to find?"

"Traces of residual rope or holding rope. Rog turned around and led her to the window, pointed to the alley outside the window and said, "When I slammed the door and came in, the murderer jumped up from behind the bed and jumped out of the window directly, and when I chased the window, the other person was gone." ”

He turned back and pointed to the door and said, "Since the door was closed when I came, the lock was not broken, and the window of the room was open, it is likely that the murderer entered the house through the window." ”

"But," he said, leaning out of the window and looking under the window with Catherine, "this room is on the second floor, three or four meters above the ground, and there is no place to climb around, and the most likely way to enter the room is to descend from the roof with a rope." ”

"Since the killer jumped out of the window when he fled, it may not be too late to collect the ropes left on the roof, so I asked Lilith to go up and look for relevant traces. Rogge said and looked back at the little furball and said, "Are you sure you haven't left any traces?"

"Nothing!" said the little furball excitedly, fluttering its little wings, "There is no chimney on the roof, there is no place to tie ropes, and I have not found any holes left by nails, I have looked for them carefully!"

Rogge shrugged her shoulders and looked down in deep thought, and Catherine looked out the window in a daze, and suddenly she pointed to the right and said to Rogge, "Look there, could it be that the murderer jumped from there?"

Rogge looked up and followed the direction of her finger, and saw that there was a house on the left side of the alley facing the window, and he looked at the distance between the eaves and the window, and said, "This distance is at least two or three meters, and the eaves are sloped, and the height is similar to the window, and it is almost impossible to jump from there." ”

Catherine nodded in disappointment, and overheard Rogge say, "Still, the little villain should go and have a look, and maybe he can find something." The little furball was about to complain, Rogge suddenly turned back to her ear and muttered, the little furball glanced curiously at the windowsill, turned around and flew to the opposite eaves with a flap of his little wings.

Rogge, Catherine, and Monica looked expectantly at the opposite eaves, only to see the little furball fall on the tiles, bouncing left and right, looking east and west for a while, and after a moment she shouted to the window, "Bad wolf, I've found it!"

"Be quiet, don't shout in the middle of the night, come and say!" Rogge beckoned to her, and the little furball flew back to the windowsill with a smoke, and said triumphantly: "I found it, there are indeed the same marks on the roof as on the windowsill!"

Catherine and Monica looked down at the windowsill curiously, and saw that the white scratches were clearly visible, and she looked back at Roger in confusion, not understanding what the marks were left by.

"I think we've found one of the murder weapons. Rogge smiled mysteriously at her.

Catherine looked at him blankly, and Rogge saw that she didn't understand, so he smiled and pointed to the corpse on the ground behind him and said, "Remember that each corpse has a scar on the abdomen that was penetrated by a large number of regular steel needles?"

Catherine and Monica nodded in unison, and Rogge pointed to the windowsill and said, "These are the marks left by those steel needles, and being able to leave such marks only shows one problem......"

"You mean, those steel needles are under the soles of your shoes?" Catherine asked, glancing down at the scratches on the windowsill and looking up at Rog in surprise.

"That's right, or rather, it's not a shoe at all, it's some kind of special weapon worn on the lower limbs," Rogge looked back at the opposite eaves and said, "However, to wear this kind of thing, jumping two or three meters from the opposite eaves and jumping into the window accurately, is not something that ordinary people can do, and it should be difficult to master the balance, and if you are not careful, you may fall to your death first." ”

"That's right, the murderer also jumped from a three- or four-meter-high window and ran away, and he didn't seem to be injured. Catherine looked down at the ground beneath the window, the hard stone floor devoid of any blood.

"Looks like we've met a guy with a lot of skills. Rogge glanced around the room, and felt that there was nothing useful, so he gently took Catherine's shoulders and walked out, saying as he went, "You go back and rest first, I'm going to talk to the two partners of the deceased, maybe they can give me any useful clues." ”

He sent Catherine back to her room, then closed the door and took the little furball to the door of one of the traffickers, knocked lightly, and a cautious voice came from inside a moment later: "Who?"

Rogge reported his name, and the bodyguard of the trafficker inside the door was silent for a few seconds, and then replied coldly: "Our boss has already slept, you can go back!"

Rogge smiled faintly and responded cheerfully: "Okay, in that case, then I won't bother, but I hope you pay attention to safety, that murderer is likely to have more than one target, and your boss is likely to be his next target." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked to another room, and suddenly heard the door open behind him, and a bodyguard came out of it and shouted to Rogge, "Wait a minute!" Rogge and Little Furball turned around curiously, only to hear the bodyguard say: "Our boss is awake, he wants to see you!"

"What a coincidence!" Rogge smiled and turned around and followed the bodyguard into the room, only to see a fat man with a big belly sitting on the bed with an uneasy face, wrapped in a quilt, three strong men standing by the bed to protect him, and the man who brought Rogge in also walked to the side of the bed and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Hello, Mr. Huntington. Rogge took two steps forward and owed to the trafficker on the bed, and the trafficker nodded to him as a salute, then cautiously glanced in the direction of the door and asked, "Mr. Rogge, I heard that you went to see the murder scene just now?"

"You're well informed, and it's true, that I have made a pact with the innkeeper to find out who committed this murder. Rogge replied with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Huntington said in a worried tone as he looked at Rogge worriedly, "I heard that the murderer was very vicious and had broken everyone up, right?

"That's exactly what I'm going to talk to you about, do you have any enemies of the dead?" asked Rogge, sitting down at the table and looking at the traffickers.

Huntington lowered his head and thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Of course, enemies are indispensable, but mainly on the side of the human realm, we have no enemies here, and we are only staying here temporarily, and we are scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow." ”

"Are there only three of your ships in the harbor at the moment, and are there any other competitors' ships?" Rogge reminded tentatively.

Huntington denied without hesitation: "No, we also deliberately chose the time when they will not come in order to avoid other rivals, in fact, all traffickers are like this, they will avoid competitors, in case the two sides collide and fight, which will cause unnecessary losses." ”

"Harmony makes money, this is also a way. Rogge said with a faint smile of approval, glanced at the four bodyguards beside the bed and said, "Mr. Huntington, you seem to be more concerned about personal safety than the dead gentleman, he only brought two guards, and you brought four. ”

"That guy has always been like this," Huntington's face showed a hint of sarcasm: "He boasts of his skills, and it is not a problem to defeat three or five people, but the main thing is that that guy is very picky, and he will never spend more if he can spend less, and he wants to get a few bucks from him, but it is more difficult than climbing to the sky!"

"So, it's not easy for you to work together for so long. Rogge said to Huntington with a quiet smile.

Unexpectedly, Huntington sneered, lowered his voice and said: "Orlando must not have told you, he still has a large amount of money in the hands of that dead ghost, that guy has been shirking and refusing to pay it back since last year, the two of them almost used the knife, if I hadn't persuaded them to make peace, they would have fought a lot!"

Rogge shook his head with a smile and asked, "So, now that the person who borrowed the money is dead, it seems that Mr. Orlando's account is nowhere to be found." ”

"Not necessarily," Huntington raised his eyebrows, leaned forward and whispered to Rogge, "It's not good, it's just that he found someone to do it, and after killing people, he will swallow his people and family property, hmph, if he does this, I won't let him succeed as he wishes!"

Hearing this, Rogge exchanged glances with the little furball on his shoulder, smiled and got up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Huntington, it's not too early, you rest early, if there is any news, I will inform you, please pay attention to safety." ”

Huntington agreed and ordered his men to send Rogge out, and when Rogge walked to the door, he suddenly stopped Rogge and said, "By the way, don't forget to introduce me to Miss Catherine when you have a chance, and I will reward you well!"

"Definitely!" Rogge smiled in agreement, turned and walked out of the house, and when he heard the sound of the door closing behind him, he couldn't help but stop and turn his gaze to the room of another trafficker, Orlando.

When he knocked on Orlando's door, he found Orlando sitting in a neatly dressed room, two of the six guards standing in the doorway, four standing around him, the stereotyped, expressionless trafficker boss making a gesture to Rogge to sit down, and he sat motionless.

Rogge sat down across the table and told him what he meant, Orlando listened quietly without a hint of expression on his face, and when he heard Rogge ask if the deceased had any enemies, he was silent for a moment, looked at Rogge with suspicion and said, "Do you want me to accuse someone?"

"I just hope to get some clues from you, and I'll find out for myself if it's related to this. Rogge said calmly, looking into his wary eyes.

"Hmph, Mr. Rogge, let's open the door and say something!" Orlando sneered and leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the tabletop and said, "I can tell you bluntly who committed this murder!"