I can't see anything...
Siev also ran over to see what was happening. This was his psychological reaction.
But Baliu saw it.
She discovered that from this floor, which is the fourth floor downwards, there were small sheds extending outwards from the first, second and third floors, which greatly affected the vision.
Field of view...
Why is she so concerned about vision?
Leaning his head out, Bariu looked to the right.
That's the north side, where the other end of the railway line comes from.
Did she mean that the murderer might have rented these places and watched the approaching trains from above?
But the murder happened on the train.
Is there any use looking out here...
"It's very useful." Hitzfeld said softly.
Then she turned to Mr. Sieff again and asked him, "Have you seen any particularly strange people in this month?"
"What do you mean by particularly strange——"
"He rented a room but didn't live in it, and didn't even take his own suitcase with him."
Chapter 25 Check-out Guest
"Yes." Before Siev could say anything, the waiter next to him answered, "There are indeed such people... They rented a room for a long time but didn't live in it. I have a deep impression of it."
"Did you note his characteristics?" Siev turned quickly to the man, his loose little eyes shining brightly.
"Well..." The waiter began to sweat again, "I can't guarantee it..."
"What do you mean I can't guarantee it?" Siev was very dissatisfied with this answer. "Didn't you say you were deeply impressed?"
Deep impression, doesn't that mean remembering some basic features? On the one hand, he said he had a deep impression, but on the other hand, he said he couldn't guarantee it. What does that mean? Are you teasing him?
"Let me guess." Hitzfeld spoke again, "The tenant who impressed you must have been wearing rather thin clothes when he came."
"This..." The waiter was stunned.
Siev glared at him, and he suddenly woke up and said, "Yes! That's right! He was wearing too little at the time!"
"What exactly does he look like?"
"Probably... a man with a beard? A man with a beard, wearing glasses, his hair is hidden by a hat so it's hard to see clearly, wearing a windbreaker like a summer coat, with a body type between strong and thin, probably close to 180cm tall, very strong, and he carried a large box directly to the fourth floor."
"So it's the fourth floor?" Bariu noticed the floor information keenly, "Not the fifth floor or the sixth floor?"
"I'm sure." The waiter nodded. "Room 406 - I still remember where he rented."
"Take us there."
The "battlefield" was quickly transferred to 406, which happened to be an empty room they had explored before. However, because it looked too ordinary and no different from other rooms, they easily skipped it.
Coming back here now, looking at it with a critical and inquiring eye, not only Baliu, but even Siev and the waiter felt that many places here were suspicious.
For example, where is the dust not wiped clean? Is there footprints on the edge of the carpet?
They checked these places carefully and asked the cleaning staff to confirm again, but in the end they still found nothing.
Hitzfeld was the only one who didn't make a fuss about these things. While the others were questioning the cleaner, she was busy checking the analysis between the door panel and the threshold. Then she sat leisurely on the bed and opened the file bag to check Aman's information.
Another person who didn't care was Ashley - although she didn't understand what Hitzfeld was trying to do, she had her experience on Brays Island and felt that whatever Heath did was always right.
Then there is no need for me to question it. She can do whatever she wants. At most, I can guess in my mind and practice that ability...
"Excuse me, Miss Hitzfeld." Finally, Siev couldn't stand it anymore. He lowered his head and stood beside the bed, looking at the girl. "Excuse me, this person you are investigating...what suspicion does he have?"
"Suspected of murder." Hitzfeld replied lightly, "Oh, maybe also treason... or even crimes against humanity."
Siev's expression changed instantly.
He would not be so frightened if it were only the first two charges, but the last accusation - that was a charge exclusive to evil followers!
Didn’t he hear that the man was poisoned to death?
The source of the news even assured him that this was information he had heard from a certain police officer. He thought that since it wasn't an evil spirit causing trouble, the whole case shouldn't be very important, so how did it get involved with such a scary character?
When he thought that the Red Leaf Hotel might have housed a cultist who seemed to have done some very bad things, even forcing Sheriff Rand to ask the famous detective for help, Siev felt sweat all over his body, and mentally cursed everyone who was watching the hotel that day.
"Oh, don't worry too much about being held accountable." Hitzfeld noticed his changing expression and comforted him gently, "He's been to a lot of places... I guess they have sent people to all the buildings on the fourth floor on both sides of this line. As long as they find out that the Red Leaf Hotel has nothing to do with this, they will at most question you and the matter will be over."
"That's good... That's good..." Siev looked relieved.
After all, he was old and could not stand such ups and downs. He took out a handkerchief from his arms with trembling movements and kept wiping the sweat from his temples.
"What did you say?" But Bariu couldn't pretend that he hadn't heard what he had just said. "What do you mean by 'sent everyone'?"
"Since you have been following me and have your own information channels, it is impossible that you don't know what happened in the Tengniao Hotel." Hitzfeld looked up at her.
Baliwu looked a little gloomy.
Of course she knew that there was also such a strange guest staying on the fifth floor of Tengniao Hotel.
But she never thought there was anything wrong with it. Even when she got here and found that someone had left an empty box behind, she still couldn't see anything wrong.
Because when I asked the cleaning lady just now, I had checked very carefully that the suitcase left in Room 406 of Hongye Hotel was different in size, specifications and appearance from the one left in Tengniao Hotel.
According to the servant's description, the box was very worn out, with a dark and gray surface and many patches. Afterwards, they naturally thought that the guest disliked it and didn't want it, so they didn't pay much attention to it and threw it away with other garbage.
Moreover, the floors are different, one is on the fifth floor and the other is on the fourth floor. Besides being unable to explain how such a person really existed when Hitzfeld asked, everything else doesn't match up.
"You still have too little experience." Hitzfeld raised his lips. "After we left the Soaring Bird Hotel, did you stand where I was and look down?"
"What position?" Baliu was stunned, then shook his head, "No!"
Is she talking about the scene where she was lying on the table and looking down?
Why would I repeat this? I don't need a probe to know what's down there!
"Yes... Anyone who walks on the ground knows what's down there." Hitzfeld nodded his chin, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.
"But some things, or rather - angles! can only be found from above."
"You in the end..."
"The review process at the Hongye Hotel is stricter than at other places. I guess they were afraid to come here at first, so they first tried other places to do the experiment."
Hitzfeld interrupted her and glanced into space as if talking to himself.
"So somewhere else it could have been the fifth floor or the fourth floor, but they ultimately determined — they determined the fifth floor — that there were some things that were not visible from that angle, some details that they couldn't do at that particular time, so they needed to move down a floor and that's when they ended up choosing this room."
This was no less than a trial for Siev, who had just recovered. He shouted with a pale face: "Whatever it is! Tell me! I need to know!"
"Are you sure?" Hitzfeld frowned at him, "This might make things difficult for you during the interrogation later..."
"You may not know me very well, Miss Detective." This time it was Siev who interrupted her.
The others watched him half-close his eyes and speak to the girl word by word: "My wife, daughter, and granddaughter all died in the riots more than a year ago..."
"You may not understand, but I..." He took a breath, "Even if I can only provide a little help, at least I hope--"
"My original idea was—"
Hitzfeld used his voice to drown out his next words, "Could it be that someone hung a sling on both sides of the building and asked the accomplice in the car, or even the accomplice himself, to lure Mr. Temple to the corridor outside, and then strangled him with the sling, lifted him up, and hit his head on the ceiling - the poison needle was embedded there."
“……!?” Bariu was stunned at first, then he lowered his head and bent down slightly, as if he wanted to take a closer look at her.
what?
What on earth is she talking about?
"But Heath." Ashley was the first to refute, "If this was done by that person himself, that is, he did all these things by himself, he went around to check the angles, then he was in the car at the time?"
"Correct."
"But there are so many carriages on the train. How can he make sure the rope falls just right?"
"There are too many choices." Hitzfeld took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then turned to look at the male waiter who had already been frightened silly.
"Did that strange guest leave a message for you to knock on the door at a certain time the night before yesterday?"
"...Yes!" The waiter nodded vigorously, "That's exactly what happened!"
"Do you remember the time?"
"Two thirty-five," the waiter called out. "Two thirty-five and thirty-six!"
Then he added: "But when someone went to call him, they found that there was no one in the room."
"Accurate to the second..."
Baliu's expression finally changed completely.
She knew what this meant, and she also remembered that when she went to question the cleaning staff just now, Hitzfeld was checking the crack in the door.
Baliu could even imagine what might have happened at that time - the murderer had stuck the sling in the crack of the door, and the time for it to fall was also calculated long ago. As long as someone opened the door, the sling would slide down from the window at a rapid speed.
Then it might be entangled on a selected vine due to some physical phenomenon. The force is certainly not enough to have any impact on the moving train, but it is enough to pull a person up in an instant and let him hit the roof of the carriage...
Chapter 26: Troops
No one spoke in the room for a moment, and everyone was shocked by this terrible assumption.
"So the iron hammering sound that Papaconi heard," Baliu said in a somewhat obscure way, "was actually the sound of Yanke Tompley's head hitting it?"
"I'm not sure." Hitzfeld just shook his head.
"How can you not be sure?" The tree girl was going crazy, "Haven't you already pushed out the entire chain?"
"That's what I said, but the problem is -" Hitzfeld shook his head, "I didn't find the poison needle embedded in the top of Tenpley's head."
This was the reason why she had never intended to reveal her guesses to others.
Solving a case is different from solving a puzzle game. She cannot just rely on conjecture. Even if she really catches someone, she lacks decisive evidence that can convict him.
"There are many possibilities!" Baliu changed his position, from being a skeptic to being the one who most supports this inference. "As long as we are sure that there is such a person - or some people! They use this method to kill people - that's enough!"
As for the details? Do the details still matter at this point?
Maybe the men weren't using slings? Maybe they were just using ropes to scrape a nest of fire bees—which might be in those boxes—and tossing it down? Maybe the hammering noise the botanist heard was actually the flapping of the door panels when Yankee-Temperley was stung by a poisonous bee?
There are too many possibilities, and they can all be traced back and investigated slowly. But the key is to confirm the modus operandi of these people, determine where they have been active, and what traces they have left behind. These are the most important!
"I think details are also important." Hitzfeld shook his head. "It can help me judge how much they value him."
"What do you mean?" Baliu asked her impatiently, "I beg you to finish what you have to say in one breath?"
"I mean, if you're hunting someone and you don't even know where he is, and you happen to know someone who might be able to provide you with information about him... would you kill that person?"
"Definitely not!" Baliu shook his head.
Hitzfeld looked at her with a smile but said nothing.
Baliu reacted quickly - was she talking about this kind of relationship between Yanke Temple and Armando Angelo?
It is true to think so... If there is anyone who can stably find Aman's whereabouts, then this person from Goliath, who is nominally the special envoy of the Plantagenet Dynasty, is indeed the most likely one.
Because he was originally Aman's servant. The reason why Aman had been active in Sara for a long time was just to avoid being hunted down by the Goli lords. It was impossible for him to ignore the hatred of Goli. He must have a channel to contact them.
But even in such a situation - when it would be possible to find Aman's whereabouts as long as they caught Tompley, those people chose to carefully plan a murder and killed this man.
Bariu's body began to tremble.
In her opinion, there are only two possibilities. The first is that these people have found out where Aman is through tracking and investigating Temple, and have succeeded at this moment.
The second and worst possibility: Yanke Tompley is Aman!
Hiding identity? Or exchanging identities? None of this matters now...
Excluding the idea of settling scores later, this was a brilliant move. No one had seen the Goli envoy before he arrived in Nanxinze. Aman only needed to disguise himself to replace him and go to Wayne to have a secret talk with His Majesty. It was even possible that no one would know his true identity until the end of the talk. He thought he could use this layer of protection to quietly return to Goli to start a rebellion, but he never expected that the whole plan would be exposed halfway...
Baliu grabbed the brim of the hat with both hands and pulled it down hard. She opened her mouth wide under the mask, and her pair of black eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.
She simply couldn't imagine - if this was true, if the dead person was really Aman, then what had she been busy with all this time?
She felt like a clown in a circus!!
As for the others, they were terrified.
