14 Kirk Street, outside the door.

Maltz, who was standing at the foot of the stairs, bowed respectfully to Arthur and said more.

"Thank you for your contribution to the Shire."

"I will report it truthfully and I will definitely give you the corresponding reward."

Arthur shook his head with a smile, holding an umbrella and carrying a psychic box, and walked towards 2 Kirk Street with 'Anna' in his arms.

The residents of Kirk Street, who were watching from the sidelines, immediately subconsciously moved out of the way.

"Arthur! Arthur! ”

"Wait for me!"

"I want to interview you!"

Scott chased after him.

The residents of Kirk Street had envy in their eyes, and although they were really middle-class, none of them had a chance to be in the newspaper.

"It's worthy of Mr. Credos, the 'psychic', who solved another case so quickly."

"I'll just tell you why this group of patrolmen suddenly found the murderer, it turns out that they rely on Mr. Credos."

"It's a pity, Ellen family."

"Alas, I hope they rest in peace."

Arthur listened to the chatter of his neighbors behind him, and his eyes swept over Wiggins, who was hiding behind the crowd.

Compared with the uprightness of young reporters, the golden finger who received his indication was cautious.

The next thing is to need the help of these two.

Of course, not a thing.

First, according to news reports, Arthur will definitely be careful to maintain his stable source of XP.

The second is that while staring at Maltz, looking for the true foothold of the toad, Arthur is willing to give Wiggins more trust after successfully finding the beggar.

At the same time, it is also expected that there will be more valuable things in the real foothold of the toad.

Arthur, who has obtained the Hand of Nothingness, wants to get as much as possible.

After all, he has found 'soil' and 'nutrients', and now he is in dire need of 'seeds'!

It's just the Hand of Nothingness, that's definitely not enough!

Of course, the most important thing is Maltz!

Despite Maltz's trustworthiness, and Martz himself's confidence, what if something unexpected happens?

Arthur thought some insurance should be done.

When he returned to the door of the small courtyard at No. 2 Kirk Street, Arthur heard Maltz's inquiry at No. 14 Kirk Street, not far away—

"Where's Officer Odo?"

Maltz asked a patrolman with bulging trouser pockets and bulging arms.

As for the patrol officer's hand-to-hand behavior in front of him, Maltz, as a third-class police officer, chose to turn a blind eye.

Because, in the Shire district, and even in the whole of South Los North, this is the norm.

Even, the richest portion will appear on his desk in a moment.

If only a few hours ago, Maltz might have hesitated.

Right now?

He was engrossed in the performance.

"Mr. Otto?"

The patrolman who was questioned was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to ask his colleagues who were also bulging behind him.

"Do you see Mr. Otto?"

"Nope!"

"Mr. Otto doesn't seem to have been there just now!"

The patrolmen, who were completely immersed in the windfall, looked at each other, only to realize that one of the leaders, Otto, was missing.

Immediately, the patrolmen showed disdain.

In the eyes of these patrolmen, Otto must have been worried that the battle just now would affect him, so he left temporarily, after all, it was impossible to miss his share.

However, this behavior made the participants around him a little uncomfortable.

You know, they've fought!

Since you have fought, take the 'loot', that is how you should be!

Especially compared with Otto, Maltz, who rushed to the front line, should take more!

This is a 'tradition' from the time of the sheriff!

As for the new law?

No patrol officers took the new law seriously.

And Maltz, who was standing at the door, paying close attention to the expressions of the patrol officers, immediately said.

"Go to two of them, and call Officer Otto back."

After saying that, he sighed appropriately.

"I'll go!"

"I'll go too!"

The patrolman who had been stopped by Maltz volunteered, his bulging pockets were already full, and he got his fair share.

If you put things in again, you will break the rules.

It's better to go to Otto.

Although he despised Odo's timidity in his heart, this kind of thing that could please Odo, this patrolman was obviously very willing to do it.

The same goes for another patrolman.

Soon, the two of them ran back in a row.

"Mr. O, Mr. Odo is dead!"

"Throat cut!"

The two stammered.

"What?"

"Where is he?"

Maltz asked with a shocked look on his face.

"It's in that alley!"

The patrol officer said.

Maltz immediately ran towards the alley.

The scene that he had cleaned up a long time ago, coupled with the rain after that, naturally it was impossible to leave any traces, and even, the scene he faked became more and more realistic - Otto rushed to the mouth of the alley, his face washed down and lay there, blood infected the surrounding land.

The patrolmen, who had been in high spirits, became dull and uneasy with the discovery of Odo's body.

Unlike the deaths of Lauk, Joseph, and others.

Otto died in no apparent detail.

The murderer needs to be found.

It can't be that Odo was also killed by evil spirits, right?

What's more, Otto's death may affect their income this time.

In fact, the same is true.

This time, they handed over all their income.

The Shire police station is located on the side of West Merk Boulevard, and if you turn right from Elta Square into Ayer Lane, you will see two two-storey buildings, one three-storey building, and a small square.

A horse-drawn carriage is parked on one side of the small square, which is completely paved with bricks, and there are 3-4 horses in the stables behind the double-storey building on the right.

These are used to deal with emergencies.

However, the carriages and horses did not move today, but the entire Shire police station was in a state of flux.

I was more nervous than being broken into for no reason and snatching the baby before.

Each of the officers on duty had serious faces, and they listened to Maltz's relay, but their eyes subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the side-

Würth.

The sheriff of the dock area, wearing a traditional white curly wig, wearing leggings, a red dress jacket hanging on a hanger, and the other party wearing a waistcoat and lace silk white shirt, his face was tense, and his eyes were slightly lowered, making it difficult to see the other party's gaze.

However, judging from the rapid breathing, the other party's mood was not very good.

"Did Otto let you go?"

Würth asked, his eyes fixed on Maltz.

Under the watchful eye of the dockyard sheriff, Maltz was a little nervous, but replied in the affirmative.

"Yes, he's a little uncomfortable."

Although Maltz said it quite tactfully, Würth knew that this was the style of O'Donna's waste, not only greedy but also greedy for life and afraid of death.

But it was precisely because of the other party that he started from the other party to open up the situation in the Shire District.

"Otto, he'......"

Maltz wanted to continue to say something, but Würth immediately raised his hand to stop Maltz's words.

Maltz was not displeased when he was interrupted.

On the contrary, he knew that Würth was irritable.

Why did he choose Otto?

Because, not only is he familiar with Otto's character, but the entire Shire district knows what Otto is all about.

Therefore, it is impossible to blame him, an old police officer who is actively retiring, for such an unfortunate thing, and it is impossible to suspect that he is a murderer.

Didn't you see that he was nervous when he answered just now?

How could he kill someone!

Maltz stepped forward cautiously, bent down, and with a worried and flattering smile on his face, said softly—

"Sheriff, I'm three months away from retirement."

"See if you can ......"

Hearing the sheriff, the corners of Würth's mouth curled.

Maltz's request in the second half of the sentence already shows that the sheriff is addressing him as 'Sheriff of the Shire'.

Würth felt relieved.

He knew what Maltz wanted.

It's nothing more than early retirement.

If Maltz hadn't been swapped for his position early on, he might have agreed.

Can now?

Würth went on to say this.