"I don't know... maybe he didn't know what happened here before, and changed his mind after hearing about it..."
"how does he look like?"
"It's been a month... Officer... Do you know how many people usually come here... I can't even remember what he looks like..."
"But he left this box." Sheriff Rand came up to the girl and took the box from her.
There is also a layer of dust on the box, but if you look closely, you can find that the thickness of the dust is thinner than other places.
It is enough to show that it was left here not long ago.
Wearing gloves and carefully avoiding places where fingerprints might be left, Sheriff Rand picked up the box and shook it twice, then turned around and said, "...It's empty."
This is a very ordinary suitcase, half a person's height, with four iron wheels embedded at the bottom, the whole body is wrapped in a layer of cowhide, and has a short handle, but it cannot be moved or pulled out.
In order to prevent the possibility of poisonous powder or something like that inside, they did not open the box rashly. At this time, Li Ang volunteered to try it.
He is indeed a master.
I don't know what he did to the keyhole. It seemed like he just squatted down and touched it, and the lock opened.
He first lifted the thing up and placed it on the table, with the opening facing the window.
The next moment he suddenly lifted it up and quickly hid behind the wall.
Hitzfeld didn't move, because she could see clearly that there was indeed nothing in the box.
There was no poison powder either… The light on the fifth floor was still sufficient. Even though it was cloudy today, she could still see the dust dancing in the halo. Most of it was scattered dust.
"So - ahem - who would play like this?"
Li Ang stood over, holding his nose, muttering to himself.
This is strange.
Maybe this incident has nothing to do with the case they are currently handling, but a person - he brought an empty box, found a room where someone had died, and left this thing inside - this in itself is very strange.
He couldn't have forgotten.
No one would carry or forget an empty box...
"Perhaps it is because it is empty?"
Sheriff Rand half frowned.
He thought there was a possibility that the owner of the box realized halfway through his journey and forgot to take the box. But after all, there was nothing in it, and considering the time required to go back and forth, he simply decided not to take it.
If he said that, it meant that he didn't think there was any connection between this place and the following murder case, and wanted to distance himself from both sides as quickly as possible.
Hitzfeld glanced at him and understood this approach.
After all, this is a world of supernatural powers, and even for the Gray Cops, the casualty rate is very high.
There are always only a few people willing to sacrifice, and it is difficult to replenish police force, so most places are short of manpower.
This forces them to use their time more efficiently. They usually just make a note of things that seem mundane, unimportant, and difficult to track down.
Apparently, this box is just that.
"I'll send someone to handle this matter..." Sheriff Rand also took out a small notebook and made a few notes, then looked up, "Let's go down... Okay, detective?"
The bearded man couldn't help but look at the girl differently.
I thought she was just a detective with connections, but it turns out the sheriff wanted to ask for her opinion?
After all this time, she is taller than the sheriff?
wrong……
Could she be...
As he looked at her, his gaze swept over the girl's gray hair, black eye mask, and black collar in turn, and suddenly several adventure stories that the drinkers had mentioned during their conversation emerged in his mind.
Thinking of the name that was vaguely mentioned in their previous conversation, the bearded man swallowed secretly, lowered his head when the girl's eyes swept over him, and tried his best to put on a humble attitude.
"Does recognizing me frighten you?"
"what!"
The bearded man was shocked when his secret was suddenly exposed.
He didn't even dare to look at the girl's face again, he just lowered his head and said: "No...it's just that I didn't expect...Miss Hitzfeld to come to a place like this..."
"Do you always drink in the morning?"
"I……"
"I also wonder why a former police officer would run a hotel."
"you--"
The biggest secret was revealed and the bearded man finally couldn't stand it anymore.
He raised his head and glared at the girl, "How did you know!?"
"When you are extremely nervous, you tend to put your right hand on your waist. This habit usually only occurs in people with lumbar spine problems. When I came in, I observed your walking and posture. You are very healthy in this aspect."
"So..." Hitzfeld moved closer to him. "I guess you want to be able to feel the holster. That's where all the officers' holsters were before the 1964 police equipment reform."
"This is real?"
Sheriff Rand was stunned.
"This guy, he used to be a policeman?"
What a ghost - he didn't even know this happened!
"Just these are what you rely on..." The bearded Boris blushed, regretting that he had admitted it after being tricked.
"And your connections. Not everyone can open a hotel in this place, let alone a hotel this big."
Hitzfeld waved his hand.
"I don't want to know what your past is like, but I hope you can cooperate with us and not play tricks in the process."
She was consciously trying to shock him.
Li Ang watched coldly and silently recorded her methods.
Then he glanced at Sheriff Rand and raised an eyebrow.
Is this a hint?
Or some advice?
Whatever Hitzfeld was trying to do, Sheriff Rand couldn't understand it.
She did not accept the suggestion to go downstairs first, but jumped onto the desk on a stool and squatted there to fiddle with the window.
She also asked a police officer to stand inside the carriage below and report the situation in a timely manner. It was finally determined that the reflection seen by Mrs. Charles should be the refraction of sunlight.
The lock of the window was loose, and half of it was blown out by the wind, causing reflections when it reached the extreme angle.
I can only say that I'm glad I discovered it early, otherwise if this thing had fallen it could have been a big disaster.
I thought that was enough to figure this out, but Hitzfeld was not satisfied. He asked Boris to get the key to open the iron fence on the inside, then he leaned half of his body out and looked left and right at the scenery below.
"Hitzfeld..."
Even Li Ang couldn't stand it anymore.
"Well, if the director knew that I let you do this..."
"how."
Hitzfeld drew back.
"You still dare to complain to her?"
"Well...I'm just talking."
She seemed to have finished what she wanted to see, so she jumped down and asked Boris: "I noticed that there are very few windows in this location. Why?"
"Because it's not necessary?" Boris was puzzled by her question.
"First, having too many windows is risky... Second, there won't be much light after the rails are repaired. And the house opposite blocks the light completely, so what's the point of opening the windows?"
“It can be ventilated.”
"People who live here don't care about ventilation."
Boris has given up and his timid attitude has improved a lot.
"I just took a look, the scenery is nice."
Hitzfeld suddenly changed the subject.
"This and the buildings across here should be the tallest buildings in this area...How many buildings over five stories high are there in Hongye District?"
"And the Red Leaf Hotel." Boris couldn't understand her jumping thoughts at all, but he still answered honestly.
"anything else."
"And there is the Red Leaf Auditorium."
"anything else."
"There may be a few other shops... I don't know, but apart from the church's business, most of them are hotels. Ordinary houses don't need to be built with so many floors."
“How many of them are next to the tracks.”
"This... is it just the following line?"
"Just this one."
"Then there should only be the Red Leaf Hotel and... a new hotel that was built some time ago."
Boris recalled.
"Sure?"
"When I go shopping, I always go along the railway tracks to the market. I've seen it with my own eyes, and there's no mistake."
"What about further away, out of the red leaves area?"
"I have no impression of that. I haven't been outside for almost two years."
Sheriff Rand opened his mouth.
He knew - and he knew the girl also knew - that the "almost two years" here was the period starting from the Second Golem Rebellion.
A large number of people died in that turmoil. If Sarah hadn't transferred people from other places to move here, the huge Blackwood City would have suddenly fallen into depression.
But Hitzfeld didn't seem to react. She seemed completely immersed in thought and no longer cared about the pain of the past.
"I also noticed a problem."
he heard her say.
"This should be the highest window that can be opened, right?"
"Yes... Actually, there are two more doors in the corridor, but you can't see as much as here."
"This also means that if someone wants to see more of the scenery, his best option is to rent this place."
"Oh, Miss Hitzfeld..."
Boris raised his eyebrows and then frowned.
"I don't quite understand what you mean..."
"It's ok."
Hitzfeld smiled at him.
"I think I got what I wanted."
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Boris."
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I found that the October review made me fall in love with the two-in-one...
This won’t work, the two-in-one rhythm is a bit slow... I have to turn it back.
Chapter 9: Messenger
