Loquelen's words exploded in Jiang Chenchuan's ears like thunder, his heart was beating fast, but he still had to pretend to be silent on the surface.

"Loquelen, I don't understand what you're talking about." Still calmly and steadily, he replied.

He had thought about this scene, maybe it was on the way to investigate clues, or the moment of solving the secret, in a certain environment, revealing the fact that he was not Ewell, but he didn't expect this day to come so suddenly and defenselessly.

But Loquelen's tone was very calm, and his expression was also calm, more than when he first learned that his foreign mansion was going to be auctioned.

"Iwell, no, I don't know who you are, I've considered whether or not to tell this secret."

Loqueren propped up the table and slowly sat down opposite Jiang Chenchuan, as if remembering something, falling into some kind of nightmare, showing a sad and painful expression.

"However, since we have to deal with the auction of the Duanting Mansion together, then I need to know your identity, that is, to know...... Who are you. ”

"Won't you blame me? Took over Ewell's body. ”

Jiang Chenchuan was a little curious, because Loquelun's reaction was very strange, as if there was some secret hidden in the depths.

"Don't be nervous, I won't blame you, because Eville is ...... Long dead. ”

Thinking back to the scene when he first met Loquelen, his sluggish reaction was indeed somewhat unusual, followed by normal conversation, interspersed with a few words of inquiry.

"Shoot."

Lok Lun compared his hand to a gun, pointed at Jiang Chenchuan's heart and fired a shot.

"You're ......"

Jiang Chenchuan was obviously a little surprised, he stretched out his hand to cover his chest, it had always been his misunderstanding, the fatal wound in the heart position was not brought over by the original body, but he wore it on the body of a deceased.

"Isn't it surprising that I would know that the location of your heart hurts, right......"

Lokren said slowly, changing his usual tone and expression, which made Jiang Chenchuan feel a little strange, of course, his hidden secrets were more than that.

“…… Because I fired that shot. ”

At that moment, Jiang Chenchuan saw a killing intent in his eyes, that kind of look, only people who have experienced something can have, it is hard to imagine that the gentle and kind Loqueren on weekdays will have such a murderous side, which just shows that he can become a detective not by boring naivety and fantasy.

The feeling is not good now, the murderer who killed Ewell is sitting opposite, Jiang Chenchuan never thought that one day he would treat Loqueren as his enemy.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chenchuan subconsciously glanced at the position of the cane.

"But ......"

Loquelen's expression softened, and the fierce killing just now disappeared in an instant, he was still the same him, who liked to tease cats, cook rice, and take over a commission at will.

"It's okay, you're not like him."

"You mean...... The real Evel von Heinrich? ”

It seems that he didn't perceive Loquelen's hostility, and in order to explore the secret of Ewell's death, Jiang Chenchuan tried to guide Locleon to tell the truth himself.

"Yes, at that time, his mental state was already very bad, he took annual leave for a formal job, and he recuperated at home for a long time, but he still did not get better, but continued to deteriorate."

Recalling that time, Ewell didn't want to be so heavy now, but just did things upright, meticulous, and extremely obedient to order and rules.

But since he was injured on that mission, he has become a little different, he doesn't like to go out, he doesn't like to see people, he locks himself in his room all day, and he still babbles something out of his mouth, and Loqueren tries to communicate with him, but to no avail.

And as time went on, he began to suffer from some strange hysteria, fantasizing that there was a pair of eyes staring at him, and that he had an enemy that he could not see or touch, and that he hid in the dark, so he would turn on all the lights in the house and keep them bright all night, and he would place kerosene lamps in all corners of the room.

Every time Loqueren came to see Ewell, he could feel that his body was getting worse and worse, and his spirit was in a trance.

Unable to find a good solution, Loqueren planned to take him to the doctor, but Ewell was reluctant to go out of the house, saying that there were two eyes staring at him outside, but following the direction of his finger, Loqueren saw nothing.

"Eye ......"

Hearing this, Jiang Chenchuan probably knew in his heart that Ewell's death had a deep relationship with "Original Sin", if the defense line in his heart was weak, he might go crazy when he saw "Original Sin" for the first time, not to mention, Ewell had been entangled with "Original Sin" for about two months.

"Until that day......"

Lockren came to Brad Street again with the ingredients, he knocked on the door, and saw Ewell in a decent suit, and after a few words, there was no problem, as if he had returned to normal.

The surrounding scene changed quickly and wildly, it was still the same room, it was still the same person, but at different times, through Loquenn's words, it seemed to go back to that day, the day Ewell died, outside the clear sky, the world tree was growing, the tram was whizz by, and the mother took advantage of her free time to take the child out to buy some coffee and bread.

"Ywell, are you alright!?"

Seeing that Iwell was in a normal state, Loqueren was very pleased, and he put the ingredients into the kitchen, and talked about the lunch recipe he had prepared today.

Ewellle just silently turned around, put the treasured Book of Dawn back on the shelf, took out a pistol from the drawer, and calmly placed it in front of Lokren.

"What are you...... What do you mean? ”

Loqueren asked, puzzled.

"Kill me."

Ewell jerked his head up, his eyes full of clarity, and he didn't show the slightest confusion.

"Are you crazy? Ewell! ”

It's unbelievable that one day such morbid words will be heard from Ewell's mouth.

"Perhaps only in this moment...... I'm still myself...... Loquelen, who has also been old friends for so many years, successfully opened the Black River Detective Agency in order to fulfill the childish fantasies of our childhood...... I don't want to say anything more, listen to me, I'll kill me with this gun later......"

As if he had made up his mind, Ewell insisted on letting Loqueren hold a pistol and aim it at his heart, only here, he could kill with one blow.

"Ewell, you're ......"

"Hurry up! Shoot! ”

Ewell yelled anxiously, clutching Loquelen's palm tightly and pointing a gun to his heart.

"Shoot!"

With his roar, Loqueren pulled the trigger, and the silenced gunshots rang out, neither big nor small, and did not attract the attention of Mr. Landlord.

Blood splattered, Ewell's body slowly fell towards the sofa, and at that moment, Loqueren seemed to really see that in the darkness, there was a pair of terrible eyes staring at him.