Maurice beckoned a purple-robed deacon and brought a pair of white gloves from him.

"Beautiful young lady." He came to Lias's side with great gratitude, wanting to touch her plain white little hand and bring the gloves for her with his own hands.

"Get out." Reintes pulled out the glove from Morris's hand, covered his face with his palm, and pushed him away.

"Rai... Rhein. Lias blushed slightly, and held out a small white hand to him.

"That guy doesn't know how to wear gloves at all." Reintes suddenly turned his head to look at Maurice with a look of disgust, and then scolded and put on his gloves for Lias.

Lias: "......"

She motioned for the purple-robed abacist to step aside, then reached out her gloved hand and placed it on the corpse's head.

At this time, Lias's expression was cold, as if she had changed someone.

"I've just checked." The purple-robed deacon looked at Reintes, "Is there anything else she can check?" ”

"Pupillary sphincter tension ......" Lias broke the corpse's eyes and said expressionlessly, "According to the shape of the pupil contraction maintained by the pupil and the degree of pupil dilation, there are also pupil-related reflexes...... The time of death was about ......."

The purple-robed deacon was shocked, she had made a judgment that only a magic examiner could make with her naked eyes.

"Bloody ...... on the face" Seeing this, Lias instinctively looked at the corpse's nails.

It was actually desilted.

"It's Mi Su Ying." Leantes said, then biting the knuckle of his right index finger, thinking inwardly.

"Do you have anything in mind?" Lias took off her gloves and said, the expression on her face returning from cold to normal.

"The wife of the deceased has arrived." A purple-robed deacon guarding the door said.

"It's finally here, let her come in and recognize people." Morris said.

Listening to Morris's instructions, the purple-robed deacon nodded, and then left the room.

"Do you already know the identity of the deceased?" Reintes let go of the knuckle of his right index finger and said.

"Well, there's no valuable information, he's just a bookstore owner, we've checked the things here, and the belongings aren't missing."

Suddenly, a voice came, and the purple-robed deacon came in again.

He brought a woman with him.

The woman slowly approached the corpse, looking down at the face of the man on the chaise longue, her body trembling slightly, and there was mist pouring out of her eyes.

"Is that your husband?" Lias asked.

The woman's body suddenly went limp, she sat on the ground, bent over, covered her face with her hands, tears gushed out wildly, and her scattered hair trembled slightly.

Looking at this scene, everyone sighed.

The death of a person often symbolizes the collapse of a family.

The victim's name was Haka and he was the owner of the bookstore.

After his wife, Made, was identified, Haka's body was quickly removed from the scene of the crime by the purple-robed deacons.

Although Lias had already confirmed, he still needed to be tested by a magician.

After the body was removed, the investigators involved in the inquest at the scene cordoned off the area, leaving a small number of men before leaving.

Leintes stood in the doorway, biting the knuckle of his right index finger, thinking inwardly.

Lias stood beside him, quietly accompanying him.

"What do you think the murderer would be like?" Reintes said to her suddenly.

"It should be a woman, after the man was poisoned, there were strangulation marks on his neck, which shows that the murderer's mind is very precise." Lias said.

Reintes shook his head slightly, swept his eyes around, and said, "At present, the gender cannot be confirmed, but what can be confirmed is that the murderer and the victim know someone." ”

Dressed neatly, the environment was neat, and there was no sign of a fight at all. The real cause of death of the deceased was poisoning,

In other words, the deceased must have consumed Mi Su Ying by some means.

There is a high probability that an acquaintance committed the crime.

When it came time to find information about the Inquisition's advisors visiting the victims' families, Reintes took the initiative.

When he came to Made, Reintes told her about himself in detail. To this, Madea only nodded slightly, obviously in no mood to remember the name of a stranger.

"Is there anyone else in the house besides my husband?" On the way to Made's quarters, Reintes asked.

"We have a son."

"Ah, you have a son, how old are you?"

"13 years old."

Hearing this, Reintes secretly looked at Made, her skin was not in good condition, fine lines could be seen, and it was not surprising that she had such a big child.

Somewhere, a remote street, a remote house.

"I'll send Miss Madeh home, you go back first." Reintes said to Lias, who nodded slightly.

Mader opened the door and entered, with Reintes following behind.

"Mother, what's going on?" It was filled with a boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old.

He had just seen several purple-robed deacons of the Inquisition leave with their mothers.

"Hakka is dead." Made's voice trembled, mist welling up in her eyes.

"Hmm, are you saying my father is dead?" The boy froze in place, his eyes wide open.

No wetting,

It's like acting.

Reintes said to himself.

Madeh knelt down with the boy, hugged him and wept.

Ay......

Reintes shook his head.