Jenkin and his wife are dead, what does it matter to me Arthur?

Isn't it my curse?

Or do you think I'm the Grim Reaper?

Ordinary people, who touches and who dies?

Arthur rolled his eyes at Maltz.

Maltz asked quite seriously after reining in his expression.

"Do you want to go to the scene?"

"Go!"

Arthur nodded affirmatively.

He needs attention, Jenkin's case can't be abandoned, and he is also very curious, it's obviously a forged check case, why is it dead again?

It shouldn't have much to do with him.

What's so greasy about it?

Arthur thought about it, and still picked up the previous psychic box, while the [Athos Box] was hidden by his side, carried by the [Hand of Nothingness] - yesterday the 'Rat Council' had an accident, so he directly changed the box, a little too conspicuous, it will take a while, and wait for the calm to calm down.

"Ms. Anna, morning!"

When Arthur took 'Anna' into his arms, Maltz greeted him quite naturally - Arthur's acquaintances had become accustomed to the presence of 'Anna', and after putting aside the initial fear and subsequent curiosity, they were now treated as ordinary people.

However, 'Anna' still did not respond.

After putting Pendragon in the cat cage and taking it with him, Arthur went out.

Previously, Arthur had worried that Pendragon would have what Lady Amanda called a stress response, but several times he went out, and another time he went far away, and as long as he had food, Pendragon didn't care, and he showed extraordinary endurance and ...... Absorption.

"Pan, are you fat?"

Maltz looked at Pendragon with scrutinizing gaze from the carriage.

"It's not fat, it's just round."

Arthur explained, scratching Pendragon's head through the cage, and Maltz looked funny and reached out, but Pendragon turned in disgust and pointed his butt at the sheriff.

Maltz scratched Pendragon's body and said half-jokingly.

"When I retire, I'm going to have a cat too!

The black kind! ”

Arthur glanced at the other party, thinking of the other party's occupation, and a 'black cat' involuntarily popped up in his mind, hmm...... It doesn't seem to be pure black, it's a cow cat.

"You should have a cow cat, and that cat's name is 'Sheriff.'"

Arthur also said half-jokingly.

Maltz, however, immediately became serious.

Maltz had always taken Arthur's words seriously, especially the seemingly unintentional ones, which needed to be taken more seriously than ever - his life experience told him so!

And for such a life experience, the sheriff is extremely trusting.

After all, it was this that he survived the Seven Years' War.

When I get off work, go to the 'Amanda Cat's Best Friends House' and find a cow cat and call it 'Sheriff'!" ’

Maltz thought.

Arthur didn't care, he had already started to ask for more information about Jenkin-

"Jenkin and his wife, both from Yenburg, settled in South Los ten years ago, and were painters at Yenburg...... Well, the self-proclaimed kind, at that time Jenkin did not have the skills he has now, but fortunately, after coming to Nanlos, his paintings got better and better - he himself said that Nanlos gave him inspiration.

Jenkin also has a disciple, named Elon, is an excellent apprentice, a year ago showed good painting skills, in the days of Jenkin's abduction, Elon did not give up the search, every month will be published in the newspaper and come to the police station to inquire, at the same time, his painting skills have also been appreciated by many professionals, and some wealthy businessmen are willing to fund him to open an art exhibition.

Feliman's miser was one of them.

Although this old guy is a Grande, he has a very unique vision, so more people are paying attention to this young man. ”

Maltz tells everything he knows.

The police carriage also turned into the tree-lined alley, looking at the spring square not far away and the first choice of the rich behind, the white bird block, Arthur's face was surprised.

"Can Jenkin afford a villa in Shiratori?"

There is no such thing as renting a house in the Shiratori neighborhood, only buying and selling.

And its value is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Although Jenkin is a well-known painter in South Los Angeles, it is impossible to have such funds - for the vast majority of people, the White Bird Neighborhood is born with it, then there is, and if it is not born, then there is really none.

As for the money from the use of fake cheques?

Isn't it too high-profile?

It's hard to escape the gaze of someone with a heart.

"A year ago Jengin couldn't afford it, but a year later Jenkin definitely can't afford it – after Jenkin's disappearance, the price of Jenkin's paintings skyrocketed!

Especially as Janger was kidnapped for a long time, the fewer paintings remained in the hands of that wife, and the price was already hundreds of times higher than the original!

Those people are like crazy to snap up Jenkin's paintings! ”

Maltz said with a wry smile.

Arthur knew it.

When is a painter's painting most valuable?

After the painter died!

When the inevitable conditions of non-renewability are satisfied, its price will ferment.

If there is a gimmick, so much the better.

Jenkin, without a doubt, satisfies both of these points.

It's like that sentence-

He was poor in his life, and was admired by thousands of people after his death.

You who cut off your ears stop on that starry night.

Of course, Jenkin can't compare to this one, but Jenkin is smart enough not to wear a sheepskin jacket to an art exhibition because he bought paint and oil paint, but will only choose a more wonderful stage!

Arthur thought of something and narrowed his eyes slightly.

No. 44 White Bird Street, the newly purchased villa of Jenkins's wife, although it is the second-to-last residence in the block, and the entire area is not as good as that of No. 6 White Bird Street, but the environment is still beautiful, quiet and comfortable, but many blue uniforms have made the surrounding residents cast questioning glances - one patrol officer after another honestly performs their respective tasks.

There is a saying among police officers: don't mess around until you're unsure.

And now?

Not only was it certain, but they were also very sure that there were people living around them who they couldn't afford to mess with.

Andy stands outside the door and is responsible for maintaining order and responding to inquiries.

Dicko was inside and asked the waiter at the villa.

At the sight of Maltz and Arthur, Andy immediately saluted.

"Sheriff, Mr. Advisor!"

Arthur's appointment as special adviser to the Shire police department was not something to hide - in fact, because it was signed by the countess herself, the order had already spread throughout the police department.

Arthur nodded from Andy and walked into the villa, and at the same time, after signaling Dico, who heard the movement, to continue asking, he began to look at the villa in front of him.

It is completely different from Malinda's restrained décor, with a wide gallery with gold threads at the corners, a large ceiling crystal lamp, a long sofa with two bear skins, and a large fireplace with a deer's head and two ivory tusks.

In short, these are all to inform every guest who visits that it is expensive.

It's just that Arthur always felt that something was wrong.

"The body is in the master bedroom on the second floor, I haven't let anyone move, everything is left as it is."

Maltz on the side led the way.

Arthur followed him up to the master bedroom on the second floor, and the moment he entered the master bedroom, he finally understood that something was wrong.

(End of chapter)