Maltz frowned, his face full of incredulity, and he leaned down to take a closer look at the freshly dug up corpse - although his coat and pants were gone, his face was right, and the beard was conspicuous enough for him to remember.

So here's the problem.

The body buried in the ground was Frank.

Who was the charred body?

Could it be Frank too?

There can't be two Franks, right?

The old sheriff's gaze subconsciously looked at his partner, and when he saw Arthur's indifferent face, the old sheriff immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know what Arthur had seen or 'heard'.

But the old sheriff knew that as long as Arthur was there, nothing would be a problem.

And Cook on the side is the same - although he has not really seen the ability of the 'medium', but it has been reported in the newspaper more than once.

Therefore, Cook's eyes at this time were full of anticipation.

Arthur, who was stared at by the two, did not panic at all—he himself may be of average ability, but standing on the shoulders of so many giants, he already had some clues.

First of all, Maltz could not have been mistaken.

Arthur was very confident in this.

Maybe the old sheriff's age has reduced his physical strength, but he definitely doesn't have a memory, and his eyes are sharp enough.

Someone who has met in three days, it is absolutely impossible to get confused.

Not to mention someone with such obvious characteristics.

So, the corpse buried in the ground, it must be Frank.

Secondly, charred corpses.

In a way, it's Frank too!

Or to put it another way - this Frank is the Frank in the eyes of those gamblers.

It's a ruse set up by some people.

As for why?

"Turn this corpse over."

Arthur looked at the corpse that had been dug up from the ground - the reason why he had just noticed that something was wrong was because of the dirt around him.

It's behind Mule Street, and because of the rumors of 'haunting', no one comes to the desolation, and the land is 'one and flat'.

Only the land beneath the charred corpses bears traces of being turned and tamped.

Although the guy who buried the corpse worked hard enough, there was still a great difference between this kind of artificial tamping and the natural leveling around it.

This time, without waiting for the patrol to help, Maltz and Cook went straight to the job.

The two of them carefully turned over the corpse dug up from the ground, and immediately, a wound appeared in front of everyone's eyes—the wound was on the back of the corpse's head, and it was so powerful that a single blow was fatal.

"It's ...... Stick? ”

Cook guessed as he looked at the shape of the wound.

At the same time, look for possible wood chips.

If you use a weapon such as a club and hit the back of the head, this force will most likely leave more clues, unless it is used as a weapon of iron birch.

But strangely, there were no wood chips near the wound except for the dirt.

Cook immediately went to the pit where the body was buried.

Maltz tugged at the corpse's hair, looking for more clues.

Cook, who had found nothing in the pit, looked at the charred corpse again—a much easier to judge than the dug up corpse: a stab wound to the chest.

It is clear that the murderer stabbed the deceased to death, and the deceased cried out in pain before he died.

It was this cry of pain that attracted the attention of others.

Then, the murderer burned the body to complete the destruction of the body. ’

Cook thought in his mind, but felt that something was wrong, unconsciously, this priest of the third level of the priest learned the action of Arthur's chin just now.

Then, Cook's face changed.

He didn't take off his gloves, and he was just moving the body back and forth.

Immediately, the third-level police officer of the Duo District felt a churning in his stomach, but in order to maintain the last dignity in front of Arthur and Maltz, he was holding on.

Arthur noticed Cook's embarrassment, but he was more concerned about the pile of dirt that Cook had just cleaned up from the corpse - under the flicker of [Eyes Like a Torch], he keenly caught a little black.

Leaning over to pick up the little bit of black, Arthur's eyes flashed with surprise as his fingers twitched.

'Lacquer? ’

Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly.

The young medium's accident was not an accident about the case at hand, but other unexpected accidents, but this did not prevent Arthur from continuing to ask.

"Who captured Frank that night?"

"It's Hunter and Newt."

The old sheriff replied.

"Let these two guys come along, I have something to ask them."

Arthur said.

"Well, Dick! Dico! ”

The old sheriff nodded, and shouted at his men in the distance.

While Dick was bringing the two of them over, Arthur walked to the charred corpse next to him, and he casually dragged down the weeds on the side and stretched them into the charred corpse's mouth and nose - there was no charred ash.

At the same time, Arthur found a different knife wound in the chest of the charred corpse.

Even if there was a flame, the scar could still be distinguished.

The blade lay flat, went straight through the ribs, and pierced the heart with precision - fast and accurate, and I am afraid that when he died, this guy would not react. ’

Arthur thought as he got up and wandered around the rumored haunted wasteland.

He needed to find some evidence—and soon, Arthur found the first piece of evidence he was looking for in the weedy ruins.

Bloodstains, drag marks.

Here is the angle formed by a broken wall, like an inverted '7'.

It is clear that the murderer hid the body here.

Then, Arthur looked for a second piece of evidence here - he first checked the corners of the inverted broken wall to make sure that there was nothing in it, and then began to search.

This piece of evidence is much more difficult to find than a corpse.

Arthur searched the entire ruined wasteland, but could not find it.

Arthur couldn't help but look at the two corpses.

Not to mention the charred corpses, the corpses buried in the ground can see the body shape clearly.

It's not tall, but it has a small belly.

I see. ’

In an instant, Arthur guessed what was going on.

For this, he thanked a certain giant.

One clue after another began to be pieced together, and finally there was still a piece of the puzzle left.

Arthur was not in a hurry about this.

He began to tease Pendragon, and of course he was not going to play a game of guessing coins anymore, this time he was guessing cat food - one in the palm of one hand and a handful in the other.

To make the whole process more interesting.

Arthur chose to let Pendragon see him go and get the cat food.

"Pan, guess which one has cat food?"

Without hesitation, the orange cat pulled Arthur's left hand, which had a grain of cat food, with its paws.

Arthur flipped over his palm and spread out his palm, revealing a grain of cat food, Pendragon whined and picked up the cat food, and then, Arthur turned over his right hand and spread it out, revealing a handful of cat food.

Smack!

The cat food in Pendragon's mouth was thrown on the ground, and the whole cat crouched there in confusion, beginning to suspect that the cat was born.

"Hahaha, Pan, remember—the heart is sinister!"

Arthur laughed happily and put the rest of the cat food back in his pocket.

Feed?

Inexistent.

He was teaching Pendragon the philosophy of life, and only when he lost would he remember.

Clapping his hands, Arthur stood up—in his field of vision, Dick had already arrived with two patrolmen.

Those two patrolmen should be Hunter and Newt.

The two walked up to Arthur and trembled, and when Arthur looked at him, the two of them turned even pale, and said in unison-

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

(End of chapter)