Chapter Seventy-Four: Tram Arson (4)
I didn't even have time to eat, so I hurriedly looked for the nearest monitoring site from here, the suspended alchemy circle lit up with golden light, mysterious power surged along the lines of the pattern, the surroundings became hazy, and Andre's illusory figure appeared in the center of the circle.
"Captain, are you looking for me?"
Andre was surprised by Jiang Chenchuan's emergency communication, he had just gotten the alchemist's clue in his hand, but he hadn't found anything unusual.
"Wrong, we missed a point."
According to the theory, there is nothing wrong with their logic, but the most important part is overlooked.
"Alien alchemists will not be registered in the list of the Pornia Alchemy Society."
"Foreign? 716 may have been recovered a month ago, and if the murderer was the same person, he should have resided in Polnia, or...... It is also possible that the murderer was an unregistered alchemist. β
AndrΓ© reasoned that the underground trading market in Polnia was active, and in order to obtain greater profits, it was natural that there would be people willing to take risks and be self-taught.
"No, no, what if it's a theater or a circus that needs to tour the country?"
The smiling face of an unhappy clown appeared in front of Jiang Chenchuan, and in the investigation of the identities of the thirteen deceased, no one was found to be engaged in related professions, so he didn't expect it.
But if you combine the memory, the clown should have been on the tram at the time, but there was no similar clown costume among the corpses.
The murderer has achieved his goal, and may still be planning the next crime in some corner of the city, without rules, doing evil as he pleases, and even having fun doing it.
"Nationwide Touring ......"
Andre muttered in a low voice, and on the other side of the alchemy array, Yas's faint voice came.
"It just so happens that Yas has returned from the Sheriff's Office, wait for me, Captain."
"Okay."
Everything is just Jiang Chenchuan's speculation, no one knows what the real result will be, if it goes well, they will use the least time to locate the murderer's occupation and location.
The waiting time was torturous, and the staff at the site enthusiastically served the hot warm coffee, and Jiang Chenchuan took it and thanked him, but later he learned that the warm coffee at the site was charged, and it was expensive to make people cry.
About ten minutes passed, Andre's figure reappeared in the alchemy array, which was equivalent to a modern video call, putting the coffee aside, Jiang Chenchuan raised his eyes and asked:
"The result?"
"Yas and I checked the list, and with the urgent documents from the Sheriff's Department, only two people can match what you said."
While speaking, Andre picked up the information and put it in front of him, showed it to Jiang Chenchuan, and explained at the same time:
"The first is the theater manager and alchemist of the Delphi Grand Theater in the Trafalgar District, named George Pratt, married, forty-three years old this year, graduated from the management department of the Atlas Alchemy Academy, often travels in other places, is in charge of the theater's touring activities, stayed in the hostel a week before the fire, and then moved out of the hostel because of the fire."
Andrei flipped through the paper and presented another person's profile.
"The second is the beast trainer of the Beast Circus, named Kevin Koscolin, who has not received orthodox studies, but still successfully certified as an alchemist, twenty-seven years old this year, often follows the circus on national tours, and also stayed in a hostel before the fire, but the night before the fire, he checked out and left."
"Kevin Koskolin ......"
Jiang Chenchuan muttered softly.
"What?"
Andre didn't hear Jiang Chenchuan's words, so he had to ask again.
"You mean, Kevin Koskolin is the beast trainer of the Beast Circus?"
"Yes, I should be on vacation these days, the last stop of the Beast Circus tour was in Pornia, but this year, the snow fell a little early, so the performance was postponed, and it is estimated that the performance will continue when the temperature warms up."
Andre patiently explained to Jiang Chenchuan that he knew that people like Ewell were not interested in the circus.
"Andrey, this time the relic sequence...... It's [destruction]. β
The reason why all the members of the third team will be arranged to recycle this time is because of the [destruction] sequence, which is against society and all the good things of human beings, and it is all based on the instinct of destruction to do evil.
If the arson of the inn and the explosion of the tram were just appetizers, the murderer would make an even bigger noise and attract the attention of the whole city.
Wild Beast Circus.
It became the best stage.
"Just in case, I'll go find George Pratt first, and we'll meet at the Beast Circus later."
Jiang Chenchuan, who remembered something, added:
"This time we're going to face an alchemist, you go and inform Ethan, we need his help."
"Yes, Captain Ewell."
As the circle stopped, the golden light gradually dimmed and returned to its original form.
The horse-drawn carriage ran wild in the streets of Trafalgar District, although the car could shelter from the wind and snow, the price of renting it once was too expensive, Jiang Chenchuan was really reluctant to waste money on it, and the most important thing was that Ewell did not get a driver's license for a steam car, and he used it illegally on the road.
With a full body of wind and frost, he came to the door of the Delphi Grand Theater, and when he got out of the car, he was so cold that he could barely hold his cane.
I wanted to go and meet the suspect George Pratt, but as soon as the carriage was settled, I heard someone calling his name, which can be regarded as a thousand charming.
Turning his head, a woman in a plush coat threw herself into George Pratt's arms, painted with delicate makeup, and at first glance, she looked at her specially maintained figure and skin, most likely an actress in the theater.
Perhaps for fear of being noticed by passers-by, George Pratt hurriedly pulled the woman into the carriage and closed the curtain so that he could not see the scene inside.
The wind and snow blurred the figure of the carriage, and as it drifted away, Jiang Chenchuan pretended that he had never seen George Pratt, tidied up his clothes, and rushed into the theater with a random letter in the mailbox.
"Oh my God, have you met Mr. George Pratt? I have an important document to look for him. β
Grabbing a young man who looks like an actor started his acting skills, and the skills of a detective cannot be lost.
"It's unfortunate that he just left, so I guess he went on a date with Melly."
The young man's eyes flashed with jealousy, and at first glance it was an important breakthrough.
"It's too bad, this document still needs his wife to be present, excuse me, is Miss Melly his wife?"
Doing a full set of plays, Jiang Chenchuan also shook the envelope in his hand.
"No, his wife is the daughter of an archon, and I heard that he has a bad temper, otherwise he would not have been infatuated with our beautiful Miss Merry......"
At the mention of this, the young man seemed to open up the conversation, and with a heart of revenge, he revealed a lot of information.
"They hooked up three months ago, and often change places, and you must tell him when you give the letter to his wife, so that our Miss Merry will not continue to be deceived......"
Hearing this, Jiang Chenchuan probably already had a number in his heart, inquired about George Pratt's usual style, and learned that he had abandoned alchemy because he was obsessed with theater work, so he relieved himself.
The young man was still chattering and complaining, Jiang Chenchuan didn't have time to listen to his nagging, braved the wind and snow to leave the theater, looked towards the street, and confirmed the direction of the Beast Circus before walking towards the final destination.