"How did you die?"

Maltz asked.

"Throat cut!

It was in one of his cellars—so hidden that the housekeeper didn't know when it had been dug up. ”

The patrolman replied immediately.

Suddenly, Arthur and Maltz glanced at each other, and the two thought of Clay at this moment, who also died.

"It can't be a serial killing, right?"

The old sheriff subconsciously asked the young 'psychic medium'.

"Similar in nature, but for different purposes - Maltz, send more men to question the thirty-odd young men to make sure which of them is still alive?"

Arthur said.

Maltz was stunned.

"You mean...... Kill somebody to do away with a witness? ”

The old sheriff asked tentatively.

"If it is, it's easy."

Arthur whispered, secretly manipulating Fog Ni to fly, looking for the things she cared about most at the moment.

And Maltz on the side shouted loudly-

"Dicko gets everybody moving!

Hurry up, hurry up! ”

The old sheriff urged.

Except for Hunter and Newt, who remained at the scene to watch, the rest of the Shire Police Department went into action.

Squatting at the door of No. 17 Xilin Street, the old sheriff rubbed his swollen eyebrows.

The recent cases always made the old sheriff feel haggard.

The old sergeant, who has been a police officer for more than 30 years, feels that he is a fake policeman for more than 30 years, catching thieves every day, catching two robbers a week, and only encountering a homicide case in half a month, and a serial murder case may not be seen in a year.

And now?

Murders are seen every day.

Serial murders are becoming the norm.

Is this because we were too incompetent to meet in the past?

Still is......

Are the gears of fate starting to turn? ’

The old sheriff thought silently in his heart, and suddenly said a word to Arthur, who was thinking.

"Bob, that guy is going to love a day like this."

"Huh?"

Arthur didn't know why.

"That guy was thrown into the death camp for beating his superiors in the early days of the 'Seven Years' War, and everyone thought he was going to die - but who knew that he was still alive when the people in the death camp changed for the eleventh time, so he was called 'Immortal Bob'!

Moreover, the battles again and again made this guy appreciated by the commander of the death battalion, who was not only promoted to captain, but also responsible for the special training of the death battalion. ”

Arthur listened quietly to Maltz talking about his friend.

For an important part of his plan, Arthur is very attentive.

However, he did not ask, but waited for Maltz to continue.

"I was saved by Bob when he was facing the cavalry on the West Coast, and he blocked a shot for me, and then, I was so grateful to him that I used my salary to buy a lot of wine for the guy - the guy was a heavy drinker, and every time he got drunk, he would talk nonsense to me that he should be a nobleman or something.

Then the war was over, and I wanted to invite him to South Los, but Bob said he didn't like this kind of peaceful life, so he went to be a bounty hunter, and as he left, he mysteriously told me that when we met again, it was when the gears of fate turned. ”

Maltz laughed to himself as he spoke.

"How can anyone turn the gears of fate when they are almost sixty years old?"

The old sheriff shook his head, his eyes full of emotion, but he was tapped on the shoulder by Arthur.

In the surprised eyes of the old sheriff, Arthur said very seriously.

"There are people who come out of the mountains at the age of seventy-two to preside over the divine war.

Sixty years old...... It's not too late!

It can even be said that it is just right! ”

"Is it just right?"

The old sheriff asked softly.

Arthur nodded more earnestly.

"Trust me, it's just right!"

The old sheriff was stunned, and then whispered to himself, 'Just right, just right,' and the expression on his face gradually became energetic again.

Seeing this scene, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want one of his important partners to quit like that.

He is such a simple, kind and upright 'medium' not only needs to walk on thin ice himself, but also has to pay attention to the mentality of his partners from time to time.

Call!

I took a deep breath from the bottom of my heart.

The young 'medium' spoke again—

"Maltz, do you have any dreams?"

"Retire!"

"Except for retirement?"

"Hug your grandson!"

"And what about the other two?"

"Hmm...... I want to see miracles. ”

Arthur was taken aback by Maltz's suddenly muffled voice.

"Hahaha, just take it as my lies, how can a miracle happen so easily?"

The old sheriff laughed and changed the subject.

Once again, he asks about the serial murder case in front of him.

"Wait!"

Arthur is a pun.

About half an hour later, the patrolmen who had gone to inquire came back one by one—

"Sheriff, advisor, White of the White family is dead!"

"Sheriff, advisor, Shaap's Sharpe is dead!"

"Sheriff, advisor, Beckon's Beacon is dead!"

……

One report after another.

Three more young men died.

Coupled with Jody before, a total of four people died, and it happened that Clay had four wounds of different depths on his chest, lower abdomen, and so on.

"It's really murderous!

Damn, these four guys must know something!

Moreover, they all died in a very hidden place in the house, especially the body of this guy Bakken weighed 200 pounds, and it was found in the treehouse - it was obvious that he cut his throat under the tree, but he was moved to the treehouse, this murderer must have a lot of strength!

There is also the reaction of the housekeeper of the Bakken family, Beckon has always been mysterious recently, and he will go out without being invited!

Jody, White, and Sharpe are similar! ”

Dick said breathlessly.

Although he was assisted by horses, Dico, who had been running back and forth all morning, still felt tired.

Maltz did not refute the words of his subordinates.

But the old sheriff was still a little strange - the wound on Clay's body.

What is the reason for such a wound?

Most likely, it is of a covenant-like nature.

The four were supposed to be the ones who saw or indirectly caused Clay's death, and that's why they made the covenant in this way—even coerced.

Coerced by the people who cut their throats Kley.

But why did the coercer kill four people after the fact?

Doesn't make sense?

Wouldn't it be better to keep this kind of handle in?

The old sheriff thought as he looked at Arthur.

"Because, it can't be done!"

As he spoke, Arthur motioned for Dick to drive, and walked straight to the carriage, and Maltz hurriedly followed.

The carriage began to kick in with a flick of the whip from Dick.

Arthur guided Dick on his way.

"What the hell is going on?

What did Ms. 'Anna' say to you? ”

The old sheriff looked curious.

"Do you find anything in common?"

Arthur asked rhetorically.

"It's all throat cuts, they all die in hidden places, even if they don't, they have to be made, and they always go out mysteriously."

The old sheriff blurted out.

"What else?"

Arthur continued.

"And ......"

The old sheriff couldn't think of anything else.

"Do you have an impression of their names?"

Arthur asked again.

The old sheriff immediately shook his head.

Arthur looked at the old sheriff's appearance, but whispered to himself-

"And so it was!"

And at this moment, a pitch-black crow in the sky above the carriage made a dive with a posture more fierce than an eagle, and grabbed a white pigeon.

(End of chapter)