"I'll go!" Ashley could tell from her slightly frowned brows that she didn't want to move, so she ran sensibly and took a few steps to see who was coming.
Hitzfeld continued to study the photograph.
She thought it was the milkman or something, but after a while, she heard the sound of an iron gate being opened outside, and she could vaguely hear Ashley communicating with a man.
"Really? You've already had lunch?"
"I just ate it not long ago."
"That's unfortunate... I was thinking of treating everyone, but it looks like I'll have to wait until the evening to spend the money."
"Sheriff!" Upon hearing the latter's voice, Hitzfeld stood up immediately.
At the same time, Rand-An's figure and face appeared at the door.
He was still dressed in the same old-fashioned style, with a gray police uniform and a peaked cap... but he had a sheriff badge on his chest unlike ordinary police officers. When he saw Hitzfeld, the smile on his face became much warmer.
"Good afternoon Hitzfeld, this is..."
He took off his hat and greeted the girl, then looked at Leon hesitantly.
He has a tall and thin figure and a stern face. He looks a bit like he is in his twenties and a bit like he is in his thirties.
Ashley had lived here for a long time, and he would come over sometimes, so naturally they had known each other for a long time, but this person——
Hmm... this image and temperament are quite good.
"It's not what you think." Hitzfeld realized that if she didn't want Sheriff Rand to talk nonsense, she had to explain this matter immediately. "I have nothing to do with Detective Cornerell. He just came to talk to me about a case."
"case?"
It would have been fine if we didn't talk about this. As soon as the topic changed, Sheriff Rand immediately noticed the stack of photos on the coffee table.
"!?" Several symbols immediately appeared on his forehead. His eyes widened. He leaned over to pick up the photo, then picked up the letter paper. After comparing the two, he confirmed that they were both from his hand. He looked at the two people in disbelief, opened his mouth and forgot to speak.
"It's like this." Leon coughed, stood up and took out a notebook and gave it to him, "I'm Leon Cornerell... This is my ID, take a look."
Shadow Lion Agent?
Sheriff Rand was frightened. After taking the notebook, he looked up at Li Ang from time to time while checking it, and stammered, "But... I... this is too fast?"
In fact, it was his habit to come to see Hitzfeld.
Because the local police station often turned to Mrs. Glee when they encountered trouble in the past, and the cooperation between the two sides was quite pleasant, so after writing the letter for help this time, he suddenly had an idea and decided to come and see if Hitzfeld had returned.
After all, he was aware of this person's reputation. Ordinary people might forget about it after hearing it once, but he was an insider after all, and he knew how difficult it was for a detective working alone to become famous.
Hitzfeld is famous, so he must be capable. It would be a waste if he didn't find such a helper, so his motive is actually very simple.
But he never dreamed that he would be able to achieve both of his intended goals at 12 Flo Street.
How long has it been since he sent this letter?
The train must have just departed, right? How could the letter have died on the way, and landed directly in this person's hands, reappearing before his eyes like this?
Sheriff Rand was puzzled, but no matter how he studied the book, it was true. In the end, he could only attribute it to the fact that the Security Bureau had its own information channels - they might have already sent people on the way!
"Don't be surprised, Sheriff." Li Ang was very familiar with him. He put his hand on his shoulder and said to him with a smile: "Blackwood City is special after all. There are people watching here all the time. You should understand..."
"I understand!" Sheriff Rand nodded immediately, his face serious and his lips tightly pursed. "I understand everything! ... Don't worry! I won't reveal this to anyone! Only a few of us know about it!"
He is simply an expert in deceiving people.
This operation completely paralyzed Hitzfeld.
She could see that Leon was taking advantage of the special circumstances in Blackwood City.
The Golem Curse had broken out twice, and so many people had died in between, not to mention that it was so close to Wayne Port - it was only right to send spies to keep an eye on such a place at all times.
Sheriff Rand mistakenly thought that he was the person in charge of the matter, so how the other party intercepted the letter immediately became unimportant.
"Ahem... You're here just in time, Sheriff." Leon covered his mouth and coughed a few more times. "Hitzfeld and I are researching this... But just reading the text is still too vague. Why don't you tell us in detail?"
Ashley gently closed the door at the living room entrance and walked over to see the three of them having a lively conversation.
The serious atmosphere and rigid appearance made it clear that they belonged only to adults and there was no room for children at all.
"Ah, that's why I want to be a knight..."
Ashley spread her hands in self-mockery, leaned over, and hugged the Sheldon that came up to her.
"Look, Lily," she said, leaning closer.
“These people are ignoring us.”
"Wang!"
"We have to do something good to prove that we are not a burden."
"Wang Wang!"
"...I won't explain the basics, they're all in the letter."
On the other side, Sheriff Rand sat down and started talking about business.
"In fact, that's exactly why I came here. Hitzfeld is willing to help?"
He had to ask clearly. This was not only politeness. Only when he was sure that the other party was willing to participate, would he be willing to talk about some private matters.
"I don't have much to do lately anyway." Hitzfeld nodded and laughed at himself, "I don't want to nail the coffin anymore."
"Then let me tell you..." Sheriff Rand's face lit up with joy, his excitement visibly evident.
Because he did trust the girl more than the people from the capital.
"The identity of the deceased has been investigated. His name is Yanke Tompley..."
"What a strange name." Li Ang interrupted.
"It's very strange." The sheriff nodded. "Sara doesn't have a surname with this pronunciation. He is definitely not from Sara. This is a common surname in Goli."
"Goliath?" Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows slightly.
She glanced at the can of milk tea on the coffee table.
Well.
It seems that the tea used to make milk tea is produced in Goli.
This stuff was given to Xia Yibing by someone else. She couldn't finish it, so there was a lot of leftovers left here.
Return case.
"Will the death of a foreigner become a diplomatic incident?" she asked.
"It's basically impossible." It was Leon who answered, "Ahem... No one can compete with Sarah, and Goli is almost dead now, so how can he have the time to ask such a thing."
"Is Goli almost dead?" Sheriff Rand looked up in surprise.
The information channels of a regional sheriff were obviously not enough for him to know all this. In his mind, Goli was still a fertile and beautiful plantation, so he was naturally surprised to hear the news.
"Goli's evil disaster is out of control." Leon didn't want to say more about it, so he simply summarized it in a few words, "It is said that the remaining lords have gathered on the north bank, and they sent a team to Sara for help..."
"I don't know the specific details. I'm not in Wayne during this period."
lie.
Hitzfeld stared at his face.
He had clearly just come from Wayne.
Li Ang noticed her displeasure and winked at her, suggesting that she should cooperate with him more.
Why do I always have to work with a bunch of psychopaths...
Hitzfeld was helpless.
It can only be attributed to the fact that people who can do this job are indeed not normal.
"In short, he is a foreigner." Sheriff Rand continued to emphasize, "Yes... this is also what we don't understand the most!"
"Has the possibility of murder been ruled out?" the girl asked him.
"Basically," the sheriff responded, "We are still investigating his connections, which is very difficult..."
"Not at all." The girl interrupted him, "Agent Cornerel must have his information channels... Where did that bus come from?"
"what?"
"I'm asking you about the train, the one he died on, where it started from and where it was going."
"From Wayne to Nanxinze." Sheriff Rand didn't know why he suddenly changed the subject, but he still answered honestly, "Line 4 is new, so there aren't many people. I heard they said this is the second trip. Fortunately... otherwise we wouldn't be able to take care of so many people."
"Then he must be a Golian. He came from Goliath and his final destination is Wayne."
Hitzfeld continued in a calm tone, "He has some business to do in Wayne, which may or may not be completed, and then he will take this bus back to South Sinze, and then from South Sinze back to the north bank of Goli."
"That should be the case."
Sheriff Rand felt a little dizzy, but he dealt with it as it came.
"Did you search him?"
"Yes."
"No letters or other items?"
"Just some cigarette boxes and stuff like that, no letters."
"Well."
Hitzfeld thought for a moment, then she stood up.
"I suggest we go to the site and talk about it," she said.
Some evidence disappears quickly over time.
Now that she had decided to take care of the matter, she didn't plan to delay any longer.
Chapter 4: On-site two-in-one
He told Ashley to take Lily to watch the door, and gave the girl an extra homework related to communication and public opinion. Hitzfeld changed into clothes suitable for going out in winter, and got into the sheriff's car with Leon.
"Is it far?" Li Ang asked after getting in the car, "Can we catch dinner after finishing all this?"
"It's about 45 minutes away. If I drive faster, it will take more than 30 minutes." Sheriff Rand looked at him strangely, but couldn't help asking, "...You haven't eaten lunch yet?"
"I have eaten." Li Ang spread his hands to the girl. "The hostess treated me, but I haven't had time to eat the after-meal fruit, and there is no afternoon tea. I will definitely get hungry soon."
“……” Sheriff Rand started the car silently, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Don't worry about him, Sheriff." Hitzfeld continued to study the photos in the back seat, and by the way, he told the Sheriff about his companions, "The Cornerel family... If you have been to the king, you should have an impression of it."
"I seem to have heard of it." Sheriff Rand frowned and nodded, then looked at this "Leon Cornerell" and roughly understood what the girl meant.
I see. I didn't expect there would be such a rich young man among the men in black.
He could have enjoyed a life of luxury, but he chose to do this kind of work. Is it because he has a grudge against the evildoers, or is it simply a hobby?
Sheriff Rand was not good at investigating this kind of case, but he thought he was good at judging people. Based on Li Ang's words and actions after he met him, he vaguely judged that it might be the latter.
We didn't talk much for the first thirty minutes on the way to the crime scene.
Sheriff Rand concentrated on driving while Leon was thinking about something.
He took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and cough from time to time. The sheriff's concern was rejected and he was not allowed to bring up the matter again.
Hitzfeld used this time to look through all the details she could find in the photos. Then she looked up at the street scene receding and suddenly realized that she seemed to have never really visited this city.
It sounded incredible because this was Kuroki City, the first settlement she had seen after traveling through time.
She had many touches and memories here, but her activities basically only covered these places: Flo Street - Hitzfeld Mansion in the suburbs - train station - seaside.
Not to mention visiting other areas, if it weren't for this incident, she wouldn't even have the heart to leave the bridge district.
Sheriff Rand was still a very good person. When he drove to an intersection and saw a meat pie shop on the side of the road, he stopped the car and bought three.
Li Ang suddenly appeared behind him halfway through, happily telling the vendor not to add lettuce or any sauces, and took it upon himself to triple the quantity for his portion.
At first the sheriff thought he was playing a joke on him, but after getting in the car he found that he finished three meat patties in just a few bites. He couldn't help but have a better understanding of his appetite and quirks.
"What's wrong with your cough?" Hitzfeld asked suddenly.
"It's an old problem." Li Ang licked the oil on his hands and rubbed the stains clean on a handkerchief. "Working in this field requires staying up late all the time. One winter, I stayed up late and caught a cold. The root of the problem has not been cured until now."
"It's true that this job is very exhausting." Sheriff Rand finally felt a sense of familiarity with him and agreed, "You can find some throat-warming medicine when you go back... I know a doctor who can treat colds, and I can take you to see him later."
