Although his suspicions have been cleared, the prisoner has not yet been found, and Duanmu Huai naturally began the detective's most normal process work——— the investigation of the murder scene.

Back in the smoking room, Williams' body was still facing the ground, lying in the center of the mysterious circle. Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

This time, following Duanmuhuai was Williams's bodyguard Dort, doctor Rose, and a girl from the master's college, Aelita, who came with Duanmuhuai as a representative, and it could be regarded as monitoring each other and being a witness. As for the others, they were kept in the observation deck, guarded by Lorena herself.

For Lorena's combat effectiveness, Duanmu Huai is naturally very trusting, in fact, he arranged Lorena to be in charge of guarding also has the meaning of fishing, if the idiot murderer thinks Lorena is easy to deal with and plans to do something to her, then Duanmu Huai believes that Lorena will definitely let him taste the heaviness of the holy book in his hand.

"How long have you been his bodyguard?"

Duanmu Huai asked while staring at the corpse in front of him, while Dott was stunned for a moment, and then replied.

"It wasn't long, in fact, it wasn't that long ago that he hired me. So, I'm afraid I don't know more than you know. ”

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai turned to Dort, he originally thought that the other party was Williams's personal bodyguard or something, but now it seems, it doesn't seem to be the case?

"Why did he hire you?"

"I don't know very much about that."

Dott sighed.

"He just said that his past had been haunting him, and that there was a dark threat hidden or something......... In fact, as you can see, he's been locked up in the cabin ever since he got on the airship, and he won't open the door when anyone but me knocks, and I don't understand why he left the cabin and came here. ”

"Maybe he's addicted to cigarettes and can't hold back and wants to smoke a cigarette?"

"I don't think so, he doesn't smoke. He has asthma and that's one of the reasons he hired me, he needs someone who doesn't smoke at all. ”

"So he had no reason to come to the smoking room at all."

"Yes."

Speaking of this, Dott seemed to think of something.

"By the way, he has a diary, he always keeps a diary, I remember he once said that a certain cult needs his blood for a dark purpose, and he told me that the reason why he chose to escape and hide is to prevent an unspeakable and terrifying being from being released into this world."

"But even now, I don't see anything terrifying enough to destroy the world............ Can you show me the diary? ”

"I think so, wait until I find it."

After saying this, Dott turned to leave, and Duanmu Huai stepped forward, grabbed Williams by the collar, and lifted his body like a cat.

Well......... Well, I see, there is only one truth, the prisoner is the US military.

“…………… Sorry, what did you say? ”

"Nothing, I'll just say it."

Duanmu Huai pursed his lips, and then he glanced coldly at the ground. Maybe the others didn't notice it, but in fact, when Duanmu Locust entered the warehouse, he did feel a dark, cold, and ominous aura. However, this is useless, although I don't know what the idiot cultist wants to do, when Duanmu Huai came in, his magic had been lifted by Duanmu Huai at a glance, and now what is here is just a very ordinary post-modern abstract art magic array pattern.

In fact, not only the circle, but the entire room was covered in runes drawn in blood, no wonder the others were afraid to enter.

"How much blood do you think it took to do this?"

Duanmu looked at Dr. Rose and asked, while Dr. Rose frowned and looked at the blood symbols in the cabin with a look of disgust.

"Frankly, I don't know, a liter? Two liters? I must warn you that the descriptions in the movies and TV are not correct, and the average person would not have such a large amount of blood in a short period of time even if his neck was cut, not to mention that this man's blood was very viscous..............."

"It does make sense."

Duanmu Huai nodded, however, at this moment...............

"Meow!"

The black cat that was originally lying on Duanmu Huai's shoulder seemed to have discovered something, it barked softly, and then jumped up from Duanmu Huai's shoulder, landed lightly on the corpse, and then circled the corpse's neck for half a circle, and pressed its paw on Duanmu Huai. Duanmu Huai also poked his head out and looked in the direction indicated by the black cat, and then he saw that there was a small burn mark on the collar of the deceased's neck, and there were ashes on it.

Duanmu Huai stretched out his fingers, gently rubbed them on the ashes, and then put them in front of his nose, and soon, a bitter smell of tobacco came.

At this moment, Duanmu Huai's consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

The world in front of him suddenly became distorted and crooked. Immediately after, Duanmu Huai felt as if his vision had changed——— he changed from standing to lying on the ground, as if he was the corpse, breathing heavily, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't breathe in a little air, and could only desperately feel the blood flowing from his neck.

In front of him, there was a vague black shadow, he could only see a little spark in the other party's hand, and then the black shadow lifted the spark, and then Duanmu Huai felt a burning pain in his neck——— and then everything returned to normal.

Duanmu Huai came back to his senses, frowned, and stared at the traces in front of him.

What was that?

Could it be that he has awakened a new ability?

He glanced at the system, but it was as cold, silent, and silent as the corpse in front of him.

I guess I'm really dead.

Duanmu Huai shook his head, retracted his thoughts, and looked at the corpse in front of him again.

If the vision he just saw was correct, that is, Williams was killed by a prisoner, who stood in front of Williams' body, watched his death, and then raised his hand and smoked a cigarette, and then the ash fell and fell on the back of Williams's neck?

Well, the prisoner was a man, or a man who smoked.

The scope of suspicion was further narrowed, because according to the previous confession, at about five o'clock, the captain and the navigator and Arthur had gathered together to smoke, indicating that the three people were smoking, and as for whether the other two male students of the master's college smoked, Duanmu Huai did not know.

There was also what Dott said, which also reminded Duanmu Huai that the victim suffered from asthma and couldn't smell smoke at all, so he hired Dot's woman instead of other male bodyguards. Similarly, one of the reasons why I locked myself in my room and couldn't come out was probably because I was afraid that smelling other people's cigarettes would trigger asthma.

Then the problem comes, the other party is a man who smokes, and the location is in the smoking room, in other words, this should be the place where the victim does not want to come.

But the fact is that he came and also died.

Well...............

"The diary is here."

Just as Duanmu Huai was thinking, Dott also came back and brought Duanmu Huai a diary.

"This is what I found under his pillow."

"Well, I'll see."

took the diary, Duanmu Huai opened it——— as we all know, normal people don't write diaries, so on the other hand, the person who writes a diary is definitely not a normal person.

In fact, this is also true.

The span of this diary is very large, but fortunately, Duanmu Huai flipped through it roughly, and it didn't take much time, but he quickly figured out the contents of the diary.

To put it simply, Williams was originally a simple noble second generation, with money, status, industry, everything. So after being introduced, he joined a small private club in high society. Such private clubs were common in high society, and Williams didn't suspect anything at first.

However, the longer he spent in that organization, the deeper he went, Williams felt that this organization was a bit abnormal————— to be honest, a group of rich second generations got together to drink, drink, drink, ride, drugs, and play golf were all very normal social activities.

But when they dressed like wizards in black cloaks and sacrificed deer heads to statues of unspeakable monsters, it was certainly not normal social behavior for any normal person.

So Williams coaxed, he wanted to leave the club, but the other party was unwilling to let him go. He was even assassinated once, when Williams narrowly escaped and fled to another place. However, this did not end there, and not long ago, Williams learned that the group wanted to perform another horrific ritual to summon 'monsters' with his blood, so he decided to flee............

Ay......... Such a good commission.........

Seeing this, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but sigh, this is clearly a commission for himself, but if this Williams saw his own advertisement, he wouldn't have died so miserably, it's a pity......... It's too late to say anything.

Obviously, according to the contents of the diary, the murderer who killed Williams and performed the ritual here should be a member of that cult, and the name of that cult......... Well, it's not strange to say strange, and it's not familiar to say familiar.

After all, just a few days ago, Duanmu Huai had just finished dealing with them.

That's right, it's the Silver Twilight Cottage again.

How can these damn bastards be as pervasive as cockroaches?

Duanmu Huai sighed silently and closed the diary.

"Okay, we've searched this side, let's go look somewhere else."

(End of chapter)