Wendell was no stranger to murder, and he was not frightened when he heard the words, and quite calmly let his gaze go over the woman at the door and into the interior of the room.

He immediately saw a man lying on the floor, and saw that the other's chest was blood-red.

"Are you sure you're dead?" Wendell asked a question calmly.

The young lady in her twenties was at first dazed, and then replied uncertainly:

"It should ...... I don't know ......."

"If there is still help, you need to be taken to the hospital immediately. Wendel's tone is like speaking to the patient's family, not to a murderer.

The lady with the blood-dripping dagger subconsciously turned to the side and got out of the way.

Wendell took a few steps forward and approached the victim.

He didn't need to squat down, just swept his eyes and made a judgment from all kinds of signs:

"It's indeed dead. ”

The woman in her twenties, with long flaxen hair and a slight messiness, had no obvious change in expression, looked down at her toes and said:

"Call the police. ”

"What do you call it?" Wendell heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.

Obviously, it was the waiter or the innkeeper who heard the screams and came up to check the movement.

"Tracey......" replied the young lady, who was both wild and innocent, in a low voice.

She then fell into her own world and didn't say another word.

Wendell was about to say something when the innkeeper who had checked him in had rushed to the door.

"Goddess!" the old man couldn't help but shout after seeing the situation in the room clearly.

Wendell pressed down with his right hand, signaled the other party to calm down, and then said:

"You go to the police immediately, and I'll watch here. ”

His temperament and his words had a feeling of trust and obedience, and the innkeeper was not verbose at all, and immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

As far as Wendell was concerned, the first time he came to check on the movement was just a gentleman's habit, in fact, there was no idea of deep mixing at all, after all, he still had a task on his shoulders, but Miss Tracey's dazed, detached, forced-cold attitude made him feel some pity. This is a normal reaction in men.

He looked around and said, as if talking to the air:

"Not all murders are punishable by aggravity, and there are many different situations. ”

Tracey slowly lifted her head and looked at the gentleman.

There was a little more indescribable brilliance in her seemingly dead and confused eyes.

Wendell glanced at her bruised face:

"He beat you?"

"Hmm. There seemed to be some kind of authority on the other side, so that Tracey, who wanted to remain silent, finally answered.

Wendel's gaze shifted downwards to the dagger that was no longer dripping blood:

"Did you bring it here, or did he bring it here?"

Tracey responded a little slowly:

"Him. ”

Wendell nodded slightly:

"Proper self-defense is in accordance with the law, and I can prove to the police that you have had a heated argument beforehand, and that there has been a fight, and it is clear that men have a natural advantage in this regard. I'm not discriminating against women, but science and experience tell us so. ”

He paused and asked:

"What exactly is the relationship between you and what happened?"

Tracy's eyes twitched, recovering a little from that deep self-contained, withdrawn state of reality.

As if answering a question from Mr. Policeman, she said with a little hope and sadness in her eyes:

"I am, heh, I'm his mistress. ”

Speaking of this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Tracy's face:

"I used to be an ugly woman who chased money to the point of losing her mind, and not long after I left grammar school, I was seduced by him and became his mistress.

"He gave me a hotel and told me to stay there and wait for him to come or call me every week.

"I gradually lost interest in this life, I became more and more depressed and inferior, I wanted to give him everything back, get rid of him completely, but he did not agree, he threatened me in various ways and did not let me leave him, and the last few meetings we had were spent in quarrels.

"Just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him, and that was death, and then he beat me and took out a dagger, and later, you know what happened later......"

Mistress...... Wendell glanced at Tracey's face with regret and regret and said:

"The traces of the scene are also preliminary evidence of how things are going. ”

He originally thought that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but the relationship was even worse than he imagined.

Tracey Muran nodded and said:

"Thank you. ”

She didn't speak again until the police from Utopia arrived, when she broke her silence and took the initiative to raise her hands and accept the handcuffs.

Wendell glanced at Tracy's slightly stumbling steps and said to the policeman:

"Take her to the examination first, treat the injury, and avoid accidents. ”

The policemen did not know why they had listened to a witness, but they led Tracy without objection, and took Wendell with him, braving the pouring rain, to the small hospital in town.

Because Tracey was a woman, Wendell and the two police officers waited in the hospital hallway and did not follow inside.

As time passed, Wendell saw a pregnant woman rushed into the delivery room, as if something was wrong and needed surgical help.

After a while, he heard the sound of a baby crying, which was a proclamation of new life coming into the world, and just then, Tracey came out.

"Do you feel it? Wendell said to Tracey seriously.

Tracy listened to the baby's cry mixed with the sound of the wind and rain, and her expression was obviously touched.

Her face had been wiped and looked very plain.

After a few seconds, Tracey came back to her senses, nodded to Wendel, and said again:

"Thank you. ”

This time, she was no longer so indifferent, sluggish, and autistic.

Wendell secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed him to the police station to record a confession.

After doing what he had to do, Wendell walked to the side of the street and prepared to take the taxi back to the "Iris" hotel.

However, in the middle of the stormy night, there was not a single pedestrian or carriage to be seen on the road.

"That's the bad thing about a small town, it's not convenient enough. Wendell whispered, stretched out the umbrella he had brought with him when he went out, discerned the direction, and returned to the "Iris" hotel the same way.

As a former "sheriff", he has a mystical memory of the route he has taken, and he has no worries about getting lost in a strange town.

By this time, the rain had subsided a lot, but the wind was still raging, and they blew in bursts, carrying the rain, and slapped at Wendel's body diagonally.

This made Wendell can't help but raise his right hand and block it between his chest and abdomen.

The classified document was hidden inside the clothing in that location.

- Wendell used to store documents close to him even when he slept, so that he would not let them separate from himself, and for this reason, he had developed a habit of not turning over after falling asleep as long as he was reminded accordingly in advance.

Utopia is a small town, and Wendel walked for about a quarter of an hour before he came across the "Iris" inn, and by this time his top hat and clothes were a little wet from the wind.

This made him a little worried, worried that the classified document would be soaked in water and damaged.

Strictly speaking, I have violated the rules of the mission, but how can I not help in the face of such a young lady? This is the cultivation of a gentleman...... Wendell was slightly annoyed, but not at all regretful.

Immediately after entering the room, he took off his coat, took out the document, and placed it on the table.

The paper bag on the outside of the document has obvious traces of infiltration, and it seems that the slightest touch in several places will break off.

Wendell immediately rang the bell, called the waiter, and asked him for a coal stove, hoping to raise the temperature of the room and speed up the drying of the sealed document bag.

As he waited, he noticed that there was no late-night silence around him, as if the previous screams and the police had woken up the residents and residents of the neighborhood before they had fallen asleep.

The howling wind abated considerably, and Wendell heard the cries of children, the quarrels of husband and wife, the sound of sawn timber-like violins, the staccato sobs, the sound of footsteps walking upstairs and feet, and the sound of discussions that sometimes suppressed their voices and sometimes forgot to control them.

He didn't feel sorry for this scene full of life, but he felt that they were noisy and he couldn't calm down.

After a while, the waiter brought a coal stove with charcoal fire added.

Wendell relaxed a little and asked casually:

"Do you know that Miss Tracy just now?"

The lanky waiter shook his head:

"I don't know. ”

He then added:

"I've heard that she's a local, but I've been living on a plantation outside the city until this year. ”

"What do you know about her?" Wendell asked subconsciously.

"She would come to our hotel three or five times a month, with the man who died. The waiter sighed suddenly, "She's not happy at all." ”

Wendell was silent for a few seconds, dismissed the waiter, and sat back at the table.

As the minutes ticked by, the bag outside the classified documents gradually dried.

By this time, the interior and exterior of the hotel had become quieter, with only the occasional echo of the ticking of rain and the sound of the wind from the windows.

Energetic, Wendell sighed for Miss Tracy's life while recalling all the things that had happened before, and lifted the file bag and turned it over.

At this moment, he noticed that the part of the file bag that was covered under it was a little damaged, and the paper inside was faintly visible.

Wendell frowned, knowing that he was about to be punished.

Of course, the punishment will not be too severe, because if the confidentiality requirements of the documents are high enough, he will not be escorted alone.

Wendell had intended to keep it in its current state and show the damage to the handover party, but when he swept his eyes, he saw a word on the document through the hole:

"Utopia".

Wendel's spirit tensed, only to feel that the wind and rain outside suddenly stopped.