Arthur rubbed his eyebrows, helplessness on his face.

He suspected that he had been cursed with the idea that if you go out, there will be corpses all around.

Otherwise, why would he always encounter such a thing?

Could he really be the 'Grim Reaper'?

No way!

When pigs fly!

Arthur denied it in his heart, and the driver had already panicked to explain amid the screams of passers-by around him.

"It's not me!"

"I don't know what's going on!"

The pale and weak explanation could not convince the passers-by around him.

Especially when he saw a patrol officer in the police station not far away, the driver turned around and ran.

Arthur asked the [Hand of Nothingness] to pull the leg of the other's pants.

Thump!

The coachman, whose clothes were already damp, completely fell into the muddy water, and Simon, who led the team, pounced on him like the wind, which was directly two slaps.

Smack, smack!

"Run! I'll let you run! ”

Simon scolded, dragged the other party, gave the other party another kick, and let the patrol officers around him hold it down, and then walked quickly to Arthur.

"Advisor!"

Arthur glanced at the other party's changed uniform and couldn't help but smile.

"Promoted to Probationary Constable?"

"Hey, hey."

Simon, who was tall and lanky, immediately laughed.

On the face of the midshipman, Arthur found a hint of embarrassment and embarrassment.

Arthur knew this.

Any patrol officer wants to be a police officer, and Simon is no exception.

However, I'm afraid Simon himself didn't expect that he would become a probationary constable so easily - just loading Andy to become a probationary constable, such a good thing made Simon think he was dreaming.

In the same way, it also made Simon want to express himself more and more.

After all, in Simon's view, Rooney became a probationary police officer in exchange for a single injury.

And he?

It's really luck.

That's why the attitude towards the driver is unusually positive.

"Take it easy, he's not a prisoner, he thinks it should be something else - ask him why he's driving the carriage so fast just now.

And where did it come from and where did it go?

Examine him and in the pocket. ”

"Yes, Advisor!"

Simon immediately saluted and began to do exactly what Arthur said.

Arthur crouched down and looked at the shriveled corpse in front of him.

It's a shriveled corpse.

Not a dry corpse.

The corpse in front of me was quite fresh, and the reason why it was shriveled was because of the lack of blood.

Arthur asked the patrol officer for a pair of gloves and moved the shriveled and unclothed corpse out of the mannequin, and Arthur was careful throughout the whole process - because the corpse was lighter than expected.

'Not only blood, but also internal organs?' ’

And the bones have become thinner! ’

The shriveled corpse in front of him was clearly an adult woman in silhouette, but the bones were as slender as those of a seven- or eight-year-old child.

Moreover, the 'shell' of the humanoid mannequin fits very well to the shriveled corpse, but there is no adhesion in the middle.

It's like wearing clothes.

'Very good workmanship! ’

Arthur commented.

Not only the art of making a mannequin, but also the art of bloodletting and dissolving internal organs, he did not find any wounds on the shriveled corpse, let alone tooth marks on the neck.

'Secret arts? ’

'Ritual? ’

'Still ......'

Arthur's gaze looked at the mouth and underneath the shriveled corpse, and according to his opinion, these two places were the best places to start, but the skill required was not mastery, but master.

'Extremely knowledgeable about the anatomy of the human body, especially anatomy......

Doctors? ’

Arthur thought as he stood up and motioned for the patrol to carry the shriveled body away first, looking at Maltz, who had been waiting for a long time.

Next to Maltz was a sleepy Andy – it was clear that the officer with his accurate marksmanship had not recovered from yesterday's battle.

"How?"

Maltz came up and asked.

Undoubtedly, the sheriff was used to being fed by Arthur's mouth open.

Arthur resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"There are no ghosts wandering around.

I didn't perceive it.

Ms. 'Anna' didn't perceive it either. ”

Arthur said naturally.

It's not that I'm not capable, it's that the conditions don't allow it!

For more XP, Arthur has maintained his 'perfect medium' persona.

Maltz did not doubt this.

Having seen Arthur's magic too many times, Maltz believed everything Arthur said, but it was because of this that the sheriff sighed.

"Trouble!"

"Isn't there even the slightest resentment that this revenant has suffered such a miserable thing?"

As he spoke, the sheriff motioned for Arthur to come to his office to talk.

In the meantime, wait for Simon's investigation.

Although the sheriff did not hold out any hopes.

Counting on the patrol officers to solve the case is the same as counting on the prostitute to be good - not nothing, but just can't meet it yourself.

"Clear tea? Water? Or hot cocoa? ”

Maltz, who was already familiar with Arthur's habits, asked directly.

"Plain water."

Arthur replied and lifted Pendragon out of his cage.

Pendragon, who came to the sheriff's office for the first time, did not have any timidity, and after looking around, he jumped directly on the table.

Then, he was held in Arthur's arms and made a pleasant cooing sound.

Looking at this scene, Maltz immediately thought of his 'sheriff' - yesterday was so busy, coupled with the heavy rain, that the sheriff had no chance to go to the 'Amanda Cat's Best Friends House'.

A must go today, though!

Although it is not known what Arthur is hinting at himself, Maltz believes that this will be his fateful encounter with the 'Sheriff'.

In the office, the two chatted and waited.

About two hours later, Simon returned.

"Sheriff, advisor!"

The new probationary police officer first saluted, and then, only then quickly and in detail about his investigation-

"The coachman's name is Truda, he doesn't belong to the car dealership, he inherited his father's horse and cart, and came to Nanlos to run a single business, he has no fixed residence, and most of them spend time in his own car, so he will run away after seeing the patrolman.

The mannequins are from two clothing stores on West Merk: Lilith and Vivian.

Camille's daughter Linda is about to have a coming-of-age ceremony, and the other party's mother specially chose an adult dress for her, so Lilith and Vivian will bring humanoid models to show their clothes. Camille chose Vivien's clothes.

However, the ensuing rainstorms forced the mannequins in both stores to stay overnight at Camille's house.

The two shops needed to open this morning, and the coachman, Truda, had overslept and was in a hurry. ”

"Overslept?"

Maltz snorted coldly.

The sheriff did not believe such words at all.

Arthur didn't believe it either.

He thought about this Linda in his heart. Camille's familiar name didn't prevent him from thinking at all—

A driver with a car dealership needs to get up early and stay late, while a driver without a car dealer will work tirelessly.

Because, the latter needs a better reputation to have more customers.

Once the reputation is bad, no one will hire them anymore.

Not to mention Truda, who came to South Los from other places to beg for a living.

The other party will not oversleep at all.

Even, because he has no fixed residence, and in order to be punctual, the other party will appear near Camille's house and wait after the rainstorm stopped last night, and the dampness on the other party is the result of keeping watch in the middle of the night.

And it is naturally impossible to wait in the Shiratori Neighborhood, and it is impossible to wait in the Spring Water Plaza.

Then ......

There is only one place left.

(End of chapter)