"Mr. Hearst, is this?"

Seeing Anthony walking towards a house on Olsna Street, Kornley couldn't help but ask with some confusion.

Could it be that this is the residence of one of Mr. Hearst's friends?

Kornley thought so, but the next second, he was stunned.

"This is Mrs. Sharon's house."

"What!"

Kornley exclaimed with emotion, and he immediately understood what Anthony was trying to do.

He wants to launch an investigation into Mrs. Sharon without accurate evidence and reporting!

This is not in accordance with the rules.

Kornley was in a state of flux, but when he saw that Anthony had already walked to the house and rang the doorbell, his expression changed.

Now he couldn't stop it if he wanted to.

"Why are you still standing there, come here, if we are in a hurry, we may be able to give her a hot prison meal."

Anthony beckoned to Kornley, and turned to the open door, where a maid of life stood, looking at him suspiciously.

"Hello, we're officers from the City of Tingen Sheriff's search for Mrs. Sharon's clues about Councillor Maynard's murder, and this is my ID."

Anthony shook the documents he had prepared in front of the maid, then put them away again, and looked at the other party with a smile.

"Now you can let us in, right?"

"But... Yes, please come in. ”

As the maid of Lady Sharon's house, she didn't know how to deal with such a scene, and even when she heard about the case, there was a tremor in her tone.

"Don't be afraid, we're just doing a routine check."

Anthony looked at the nervous maid and couldn't help but smile, and immediately motioned for Kornley to let him come along, and then pretended to look at the living room on the first floor.

The style here is relatively simple, there is no atmosphere of extravagance, it is just the simplest home and the like, it looks like an ordinary house.

Anthony looked around for a week, then looked at the maid of life who was waiting to be dispatched, and asked.

"Where is Mrs. Sharron's bedroom? Can you take us over and have a look? This will be more accurate for our judgment. ”

"Okay, okay, please come with me."

The maid didn't think much about it, after all, it was very common to investigate such a thing as going into the bedroom.

Although Mrs. Sharon is not here now, she should not enter without permission, but in special times and special circumstances, the maid no longer cares about this, and can only take Anthony and Cohenley up to the second floor and open the door of a room.

"This is Mrs. Sharon's bedroom."

The maid stretched out her hand to the two of them, meaning that they could go in.

Anthony didn't pause and walked straight into the bedroom, while Kornley hesitated for a second before slowly entering the room.

This is obviously a room where women live, and the faint fragrance wafts through the air, making people can't help but feel a little hot and bloody, but this fragrance seems to be purely aimed at men.

Anthony only felt that his brain was in a trance for a moment, and after coming back to his senses, even his body reacted a little.

And he was like this, Kornli was even more exaggerated, and his face turned a lot red, but fortunately, the super perseverance of being an extraordinary person still made him endure the discomfort in his heart.

"There's something wrong with this scent!"

Kornley covered his nose and said with a solemn expression.

He now felt that there might be something really wrong with Mrs. Sharon, and that ordinary people would not put this kind of incense, which was almost like a pill, in their rooms.

"It's not just the scent that's problematic."

Anthony laughed suddenly, and reached out to scoop a few handfuls in the air, and almost transparent, invisible filaments appeared in his hand, and placed them in places with obvious color contrasts, so that Kornley could also see them.

"Lady Sharon is extraordinary?!"

Although these filaments are not spiritually tainted, Kornley does not think that these filaments can be made by ordinary people, and the average person would not be so careful to cover the filaments in the room and check for entry and exit afterwards.

No wonder Mr. Hearst had come to Mrs. Sharon's house to investigate, perhaps he had known about it for a long time.

Kornley guessed, only to come back to his senses to find Anthony walking to the safe in the corner.

The iron-gray cabinet is a meter high, and its heavy appearance makes people feel that it is so sturdy that it may not be possible to break through its iron door even if explosives are brought in.

What does Mr. Hearst want to do?

Kornli was still puzzled, but saw Anthony turn his palm into a blade, and a faint wind flow rotated on the side of his palm, like a sharp dagger, directly using his palm to separate the entire safe from the middle and split it into two.

Whoever said that the safe had to be opened from the front door normally, isn't that also a solution.

Obviously, the owner of the safe and Mrs. Sharon didn't think that anyone would be arrogant enough to cut the safe open, so the opening of the former and the trap set by the latter were not triggered.

Silver needles glowing with a faint purple light were weakly scattered on the ground, along with the contents of the safe, making Cohenley on the side take a slight breath.

He would have liked to remind Mr. Hearst that by doing so, he was destroying other people's property and that compensation was to be paid.

Of course, if crucial evidence is found because of this, it will be as if he did not say it.

There were three levels of the safe, one with standard gold bars, thick banknotes and more valuable jewelry, and one with many documents lacking covers, which Anthony tossed aside after a few casual glances.

These are just shady terms of cooperation between Mrs. Sharon and some partisan bigwigs, and they are of no use to Anthony, what he needs is proof that Mrs. Sharon is an extraordinary person.

On the last floor of the safe, there was a black-and-white photograph of a young man with clear eyebrows, and between his eyebrows seemed to be somewhat similar to Mrs. Sharon, which made Kornley on the side a little curious.

"Is this Mrs. Sharon's brother? Why did you put this photo in a safe? ”

"No, it's Mrs. Sharon."

Anthony slipped the picture to Kornley without changing his face, ignoring the latter's increasingly stunned expression, and began to fumble around the safe.

He vaguely remembered that the most important evidence seemed to be around here.

Soon, Anthony pushed the safe and managed to find a hollow mezzanine in the wall behind it.

He reached in his palm and pulled out some of the contents of it.

Items such as ointment, incense, herbal powder, and a palm-sized statue carved from white bones, as mentioned in the original book, this statue is vaguely a beautiful woman, with long hair, one extending to the bare feet, and the roots are clear, thick like a poisonous snake.

And at the tip of each hair, there is also an eye carved, which is open or closed, densely packed.

If this is placed on the earth, it will definitely be considered Medusa, right?

Anthony held the white bone statue without a trace of fear, and even had the mood to complain, but Cohenley on the side seemed to have guessed something, and his incredible gaze turned from the photo to the statue, and his voice trembled a little.

"It's... This is the Primordial Witch! ”