When there was a knock on the door in the middle of the night, Arthur was holding Pendragon and writing the mysterious knowledge he had exchanged with Albers for the previous three days - a warm cat, purring low, much stronger than a warm water bag, which made Arthur feel an inexplicable sense of comfort

As for writing?

No memory can compare to writing.

Unless you have a constant [mnemonic] or something like that.

If not?

That writing will be a good medicine.

Moreover, Arthur is more aware that he himself has a 'weak foundation', and this kind of writing is not only a better record, but also helps him to effectively sort out his own mystical knowledge structure.

However, the knock on the door was interrupted

But Arthur was not irritated in any way.

Because, this is a code with Wiggins.

'It's so fast! ’

'Worthy of the 'Rat Council'! ’

Arthur has some speculation about why Wiggins came - with the influence of Rat Tail Alley in Rat Street, it is too simple to know Wiggins' relationship with him, and he only needs to investigate carefully to get all the information easily.

As for the 'Rat Council'?

It was a surprise to hear it from Albers.

The young detective came to Nanlos and was told by his uncle not to provoke the 'Rat Council'.

The young detective was dismissive of this.

Arthur kept this in mind

To this end, Arthur also made some preparations in advance.

But when he opened the door, he looked at Heywood beside Wiggins, but he was secretly stunned.

The appearance of Heywood was something Arthur definitely didn't expect!

'Something happened! ’

Arthur said secretly in his heart, but his expression remained indifferent, as if he had already knew.

This is not difficult for Arthur who has Lv3 [Bluffing],

However, the two people outside the door, looking at Arthur who was holding an orange cat, wearing loose pajamas, and a slap print on his face, were all stunned.

As a subordinate who swore allegiance, Wiggins was quite conscious, and immediately looked down at the upper of his shoes.

Heywood, however, was a little overwhelmed.

It's not that Heywood isn't smart enough, it's just that Arthur's contrast between before and after is too great - if it weren't for the same face and Wiggins leading, it would be difficult for the black-hearted landlord of Mule Street to connect Arthur with a palm print on his face in front of him and Arthur who was carrying a horror puppet in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

However, the black-hearted landlord on Mule Street returned to normal in the next moment.

"I'm sorry to disturb you late at night, Lord Credos!"

Heywood bowed, his face full of guilt.

Ordinary people will only feel the truth, but in Arthur's eyes, it is full of loopholes, and Arthur can confirm that the other party is pretending without the support of skills at all.

Arthur didn't bother so much, though.

Hypocritical politeness can be understood by anyone.

Arthur bowed slightly, and turned sideways to move out of the hallway to the 'Psychic Hall' - he believed that Wiggins was not a man who didn't know what to do.

Since Heywood was here, there must be a reason.

In fact, the same is true -

"Are you willing to pay 30 golden tickets to hire me to investigate a case?"

Arthur looked at Heywood in surprise.

It's not that there is less money.

It's more money.

30 golden tickets is not a small amount of money, even if it is Arthur now, all the assets add up to only 762 golden tickets 12 so3 zero suo.

30 golden tickets are enough to hire 3-5 detectives.

Change to a mercenary?

There will only be more.

Even, if there are more doorways, you can even hire some outlaws.

"Yes, it's a slightly more complicated case."

Walking through that terrifying corridor, Heywood was obviously frightened, especially since he had seen so many corpses before, which always made Heywood have too many associations, coupled with the unconscious pressure when facing Arthur, this sharp-toothed black-hearted landlord actually had some stuttering.

Listening to Heywood's story, Arthur frowned slightly.

"Pine Street explosion, fire, ten bodies?"

"When did the explosion happen?"

Arthur asked.

"At 1:10 a.m., I woke up and looked at my pocket watch!"

Heywood pulled out a slightly old second-hand pocket watch—one he had picked up from a thrift store after moving into the Shire.

To celebrate the completion of his life milestones.

In the same way, also for the sake of being more decent.

'It takes about half an hour to walk from here to Pine Street, and the visitor who is supposed to represent Srattail Lane left me at twelve thirty-five in the morning, and I checked the time of the grandfather clock in the hall, that is......

Was Malinda shot?

Then, Rat Tail Alley strikes back? ’

Arthur thought subconsciously in his heart, and then first adjusted the whole thing to the way of thinking of a normal case-

"You saw the owner of that house and the agent standing face to face?"

"Yes!"

"Five in a row, they stand face to face!"

Heywood nodded repeatedly, fear returning to his face.

The scene just now was so scary that Heywood estimated that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"Aside from the owner of the house you just bought on Pine Street, like Ling, and the real estate agent you know, do you recognize the remaining eight bodies?"

Arthur asked again.

"I don't know, those eight bodies are rotting."

Heywood shook his head.

"All rotten?"

Arthur continued.

"It's not!"

"Four of them are rotting, and two are almost skeletons."

Heywood recalled it again and then said with certainty.

"The corpses that are about to become skeletons are also face to face?"

Arthur asked.

"Yes!"

Heywood nodded immediately, and even performed a skeleton stance in front of Arthur and Wiggins.

"Go and ask your little brother to help me find Sheriff Maltz—let him bring the information of the previous owners and agents of that house."

Arthur said to Wiggins—in addition to Heywood, the careful Wiggins had brought the three and a half boys and was waiting outside 2 Kirk Street.

As for the murderer?

Arthur, who had so much to learn from and knew what Pine Street was, already knew what was going on

"Yes, sir."

Wiggins turned and walked out.

Heywood, who was on the side, immediately pleaded - he had come to find Arthur so that the police would not know, and if he called the police, why would he have to go to such trouble.

"Don't worry."

"Sheriff Maltz was involved in this case as a friend of mine."

"Thank you for all you do for Pine Street."

Heywood immediately bowed in thanks.

Then, the fast-reacting mule street black-hearted landlord asked cautiously.

"You mean, the eight dead bodies hidden in the pit were also the owners and intermediaries of that house?

Of course, I was just curious, and I didn't mean anything else.

If you don't want to say it, you don't have to! ”

Heywood looked cautious.

Arthur smiled kindly.

"It should be!"

"And who is the murderer?"

Heywood asked again.

Arthur didn't give a direct answer this time, but asked rhetorically.

"Can't you guess?"

Not stupid, on the contrary, the extremely intelligent Heywood guessed who the murderer was in an instant.

The owner of the house—the one before the owner of the skeleton.

The other party moved to the Shire district with great difficulty, but had to leave because of bankruptcy, illness, etc., but even if he left, he often came back to see his house, and then, looking at its new owner, the original owner finally lost his balance, not only killed the new owner, but also killed the intermediary who introduced the house to the other party - in the eyes of the original owner, it was these two people who took away their house, and both of them deserved to die.

Then came the second pair, the third pair, the fourth pair, and the fifth pair.

The thought of this made Heywood's scalp tingle.

Why did he miss that house?

Because, the first thing he fell in love with was that house.

If it weren't for the lack of money, he would have chosen that house.

Fortunately! Fortunately!

Heywood let out a sigh of relief.

Arthur, who was silently watching the other party's expression, finally confirmed at this moment that the other party should have nothing to do with Rat Tail Alley - the other party should have happened to be involved in this incident, not the arrangement of the 'Rat Council'.

But the ten bodies of this incident did not happen to be there.

It must have been carefully chosen, and it was someone who knew that there were ten corpses there before they chose it - Arthur began to adjust his thinking again, adding Malinda and the 'Rat Council' to the normal events.

Suddenly, the whole incident became not simple.

What would happen if the Srattail Alley visitor he expelled was killed by Malinda in Pine Street, and ten corpses were suddenly exposed in the aftermath of the battle?

Pine Street is avoided.

Housing prices on Pine Street have plummeted.

Pine Street is carved out of the Shire by default.

The residents of Pine Street lost their money.

And then?

As long as someone fanned the flames a little, some Pine Street residents who could not accept the reality and were vulnerable at heart would choose to commit suicide - the efforts of generations have come to naught, which is not so easy to accept.

Maybe there will be a mass suicide!

And such an incident will definitely cause an uproar in South Los - this is also what Arthur did not figure out: the counterattack temptation of Sage Alley, is the movement a little too big?

The slightest mistake in doing so would have drawn the wrath of the Count of South Los—

'Huh, wait! ’

'Is it ......'

(End of chapter)