"It seems that we have neglected our work..."
Hitzfeld didn't really care about himself.
The first thing that came to her mind was that Jerry might know some information that they had not asked for, and this information was considered by the murderer to be a threat to him.
That's why he did that.
To kill and silence the witness.
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Then explain why Hitzfeld believes that dragons do not exist - because the real dragons in fantasy stories are indeed very large, and their size, skeleton, and weight actually violate the laws of physics. Some readers may think that it is not necessary to be entangled in the laws of physics when there are already supernatural things. The evil god was also very large, and the monster in the Crystal Sea was also very large, etc.
Well, let me explain them separately here.
The evil god is very big, that is the evil god - only power at the level of the evil god can break this law.
Then there is the Crystal Sea Monster, also known as Braceworm. Although it is big, it has no bones at all. And it lives in water most of the time, and water has buoyancy. In short, this thing really does not need to worry about weight and size.
Then there are stone slabs in the town, which can also drive away monsters. So overall, Hitzfeld is more inclined to believe that fire dragons do not exist.
I didn't want to explain it in such detail... but I can't leave the readers confused, so I'll explain it in detail. That's it~
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Chapter 33 Mask
When she opened her eyes, Jerry seemed a little surprised, because she saw Hitzfeld sitting at the head of the bed staring at her.
Moreover, this bed was different from the previous ones. There were supports erected at its four corners, and someone had propped up a bed curtain on top of it, making the other three directions of the bed dark.
Jerry's reaction was not slow. She heard the sound of men whispering in the room and immediately realized that the purpose of these curtains was to maintain her dignity.
After all, she was still a girl, and even a detective couldn't just stare at a girl sleeping—unless they were the same sex.
"What happened?" She sat up, holding her aching head, "Oh, I suddenly regret eating so much..."
"Do you always take a nap after lunch?" Hitzfeld asked her.
"Yes." Jie Li grinned at her, "Our family has the habit of taking naps. In fact, I never took naps when I was a child. I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. But since I started working alone, sometimes I really can't hold on without taking a nap."
After carefully questioning Jerry and confirming that she came back to sleep not because she was drugged or inhaled some strange gas, Hitzfeld was amazed that she could actually fall asleep.
Waving his hand to the other side of the bed curtain, he drove Ethan and Darent away. Hitzfeld stared at Jerry carefully and said, "Do you want to know what happened?"
"Hmm..." Jie Li looked at her blankly, "Because you guys seem a little...too serious?"
Instead of investigating the case, the three of them gathered in the room waiting for her to wake up. It seems that her identity is not important enough to require so many people's close protection, right?
"There was an arson in the town. The monastery was destroyed. Fifteen clergy including the priest, seven townspeople, and three travelers were killed." Hitzfeld nodded, and before Jerry could express her surprise, he continued, "And someone wanted to harm you."
"Oh!" Jerry's eyes widened, "This is impossible!"
"It's true. The refreshments on your table have been poisoned. The poison is very strong. If you eat it, you will die within five minutes."
Jerry opened her mouth wide, her face turned pale, and she covered her cheeks with her hands, looking terrified and incredulous.
"But... Miss Hitzfeld... But how could this be?" After a long pause, she stammered and refuted, "It's just me... I mean, I shouldn't be important, right? Why would someone want to hurt me?"
"That's a question you have to ask yourself." Hitzfeld sighed softly. "The conclusion we reached after discussion is that the murderer believes that the information you hold contains some factors that are very unfavorable to him. He is likely to expose his identity because of this, or at least provide us with some important clues."
"But I've told you everything I know!" Jerry was even more terrified. "I don't know any clues, I don't know..."
"Don't be afraid." Seeing her curl up her legs and shrink into the quilt, Hitzfeld comforted her kindly.
"Now, look at my expression and let your emotions slowly calm down."
“And take a deep breath.”
"Recall carefully everything that happened and encountered after you and Mr. Copperfield arrived in Green Town, including every person you met here and every word you said and heard when communicating with them."
With her comfort, Jie Li closed her eyes, her chest rose and fell slowly, her brows furrowed as she fell into thought.
After about three minutes, she slowly opened her eyes and shook her head at the girl in confusion: "I...I forgot even more, a lot of things are blurred."
"So." Hitzfeld said nothing, but just lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
"Ms. Hitzfeld..." Jerry felt embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I'm so useless..."
"No, this situation is completely within our expectations." Hitzfeld shook his head, "Because most of your attention was focused on the correspondence with Mr. Kopperfield at the time, so naturally you didn't pay attention to anything in the outside world."
"I didn't!" Jie Li blushed, "I...I stayed in the car because I was afraid something might happen to him! Isn't that right? There has to be someone paying attention to this matter, otherwise it would be bad if something unexpected happened!"
Hitzfeld ignored her pale excuse, but bent down, picked up a small suitcase from the ground, opened it, and took out a sealed glass test tube from it.
The test tube contained a sky blue, almost light blue transparent liquid, which was very pure and refreshing to look at.
"What is this?" Jerry asked curiously.
"Echoic acid," Hitzfeld said. "Provided by Agent Maps-Dyrant, it allows you to recall your memories, which is very applicable to the current situation."
"What do you mean? ...If I drink this, I can see my own memories?"
"Yes, in a dream."
“That sounds amazing!”
"But this is not the strong version." Hitzfeld was not very happy. "The universal version of the medicine cuts off too much of the efficacy in order to prevent most people from being allergic... and it cannot precisely control the time period of the recurrence, so you need to invest more energy."
"Are you afraid that you might hurt me?" Jie Li looked fearless and patted her chest. "I think it's possible! Do you want to try it?"
Of course you have to try, otherwise there would be no need for Hitzfeld to take it out.
But not immediately - because Jerry had just woken up, and the effect of the reflex medicine was very poor at this time. Hitzfeld accompanied Jerry to eat, go out for a walk, and even guided her to do some intense physical exercises (lifting a chair, stretching, etc.), and only took out the medicine when he was sure that she wanted to sleep again.
"Is it okay to just lie down like this?"
After taking the medicine, Jelly lay down on the bed in her pajamas.
"I feel a little uncomfortable... I just sweated a lot, I want to take a shower before going to bed..."
"If you can dig up important clues from your memory, the process won't take long. There'll be plenty of time to give you a bath."
"Then Miss Hitzfeld, could you help me boil some water first?"
"I'll go right away."
I went out and notified the boiler room to boil water. When I came back, Jie Li had fallen asleep.
"Dallent only brought this one tube." Hitzfeld stared at her and shook his head slowly.
"Hopefully it will work out."
……
In her dream, Jie Li found herself back in the familiar sea of red maple leaves.
Red, yellow...leaves fell around like rain.
Trains, steam, small towns, tourists.
"Successful on the first try?"
Jerry was a little dumbfounded. Because this scene was exactly what Hitzfeld needed her to recall the most, the time after she and Eugenie arrived in Green Town.
After thinking for a while, she could only attribute it to the fact that she had such a deep impression of this experience that she could recall it without much effort.
Miss Hitzfeld asked me to recall everything that had happened to me since then, and everything I had ever heard from anyone.
Repeating this thought over and over again, Jelly controlled her consciousness to move closer to the carriage where she lived in her dream.
Through the crack in the door, she saw herself lying in front of the table and staring at the window, her eyes closely following the tall figure mixed in with the crowd of tourists.
"..." She felt that Hitzfeld's accusation against her was actually correct, and she was indeed too obvious.
But you can't blame her, right?
Someone as good as Eugenie, and most likely also a detective like Miss Hitzfeld!
Elegant, handsome, young...
He is also so insightful and knows so much luxurious common sense.
Which girl wouldn't be tempted by such a man?
While defending herself in her heart, Jie Li watched the development of the situation nervously.
At first she was really nervous, afraid to miss any clues of a smile, so she even carefully observed the changes in the expressions of everyone on the train.
But she soon felt that there was no point in doing so - everyone looked like a murderer to her, as if every move they made had a hidden meaning.
Time passed quickly in the dream, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the third day.
Controlling her consciousness, she stared at herself on the table writing a reply with some boredom. Jie Li was completely absent-minded and was wondering when she could go out.
Miss Hitzfeld didn't seem to say that the effect of the medicine would last this long...
"Jerry! There's a letter for you!"
There was a sudden shout from outside the door.
"coming!"
"Jie Li" at the table suddenly jumped up, opened the door with joy, and ran out of the car.
"The last letter."
Jie Li sighed and controlled her consciousness to follow closely.
She still remembers this scene. She forgot to put the pen away when she ran out, causing it to fall to the ground and break - that was Old Tang's favorite pen!
Watching it again now, she couldn't help but worry about the scolding she would get in the future.
Next, everything happened just as I remembered.
Meet the postman.
Take the letter from him.
Gave a silver coin as a tip.
He turned around and ran back happily.
But I really didn't notice before, this guy's hat is pulled so low...
While mumbling in her mind, Jie Li subconsciously pulled her eyes downward to look at the face hidden under the brim of the hat.
Then her eyes suddenly widened.
It was the face of Eugenie Copperfield.
He delivered the last letter personally.
Chapter 34 Wrongful Conviction
Another two hours passed.
When Ethan received the news and rushed back to the hotel room, he happened to see Jerry Noam lying on the bed, describing her discovery to Hitzfeld in an almost gesticulating manner.
"Are you sure it's him?"
"Sure! Miss Hitzfeld! I saw his face clearly! It was him! It could only be him!"
"So, he was disguised as Luke, and he was wearing Luke's postman costume?"
"Yes... that's right! That's why I didn't recognize him at first. My attention was not on the postman at all. I was only focused on getting the letter!"
"Oh~ Then this is indeed an important discovery." Hitzfeld wrote down everything she described in a small notebook, and looked up to see Ethan who was surprised.
"What do you mean?" He opened his mouth wide. "Who is he?"
"Eugeni Kopperfield." Hitzfeld raised his lips. "The last letter was delivered by our Mr. Kopperfield himself. He was disguised as Luke."
"Oh..." Ethan let out a long tail sound as she expected, "This is really good news - could it be that all the letters were sent by him?"
Hitzfeld went to see Jerry, who shook her head vigorously: "No! The last few times I sent letters to that guy, he didn't wear his hat that low. I saw his face clearly, and it doesn't look like him at all!"
"Then the question arises." Ethan moved a chair over and sat down next to him, "Why did Mr. Copperfield do this?"
