dmims Chapter 2 Murder Case
Chapter 2 Murder Case
Sitting down by the window, Rean turned his head to look at the street scene outside, a relaxed smile playing on his lips.
He loves the current world more than the one he used to live in.
The airships overhead flew slowly, and the tall chimneys of the factory area not far away spewed thick smoke into the sky, making the already hazy sky of Fog Harbor City look messy and the air was filled with the pungent smell of chemicals.
Horse manure was everywhere on the streets, and every now and then a human or animal corpse would float to the surface of the sewers...
Despite everything seeming a bit bad, Rean still likes it here.
Because this world is full of the freedom he once longed for!
For example, what is happening right now in the church square is very much in line with Rean's definition of freedom.
A woman was bound to a cross, with flammable firewood piled at her feet, surrounded by onlookers, including church personnel in charge of the trial.
According to the church's method of identification, those who would not be burned at the stake were witches, while those who would be burned at the stake were naturally human.
Isn't this method of identification free enough?
Rean calmly looked out the window at everything, his dark eyes reflecting the raging fire and the body struggling but slowly being swallowed by the flames.
"It seems the church has failed to find the real witch again. I told you, this method won't work."
Kent leaned closer, looked out the window, and curled his lip in disdain. "Real witches are like demons, incredibly cunning and skilled at disguise. How could they be found out by such a stupid method?"
"To be honest, the church would be better off hiring us! I heard the bounty for a demon is a full 100 pounds!"
"Before you can collect the bounty, you need to make sure you won't be torn to pieces by demons."
Rean smiled and looked away.
"Even if I'm killed by a demon, it's still better than dying of poverty. I don't want to live a single day longer in this shitty, penniless life."
Kent said nonchalantly, "I'll do anything as long as I get paid."
"Oh, right!"
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Rean, "I've made some new discoveries about your own case."
"Oh?" Rean raised an eyebrow. "Tell me about it."
"The news came from old Henry at the Hound Tavern. That old guy has some connections at the police station, and he said the autopsy results were a bit... strange."
Kent lowered his voice, "After the body was reassembled, the spine was missing, and the cut was a bloody mess, as if it had been forcibly pulled out of the body."
"Therefore, the vampires at the police station believe that this incident is inextricably linked to cult members, and that they killed this poor passerby most likely to perform some kind of evil ritual."
Rean smiled. "So, the real culprit still hasn't been found, right?"
"There's nothing we can do about it." Kent shrugged. "You know, if a case gets involved with cults, it'll be a real problem. Those cowards at the police station won't dare to investigate any further."
At this point, Kent frowned, looking at Rean with some confusion. "Speaking of which, why were you in the factory area that night? I remember after we finished drinking that night, didn't you go straight home?"
"I just happened to be passing by and had some business to attend to."
Rean looked helpless. "Who knew it would be such a coincidence that we found the body right away, and before I could even report it, the police arrived."
"You're really unlucky."
Kent looked at him with pity. "That's a full 20 pounds in bail. That's no small amount, and there's a good chance you'll be targeted by the church's hyenas."
"It doesn't matter. Money can be earned back. As long as I can get out, that's all that matters."
Rean smiled, turned his head to look out the window, and said, "It seems we've arrived?"
The words fell.
The public carriage stopped just then, and the driver rang the bell to remind the passengers:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Bette Street."
……
After getting off the carriage, Rean adjusted his hat brim and, led by Kent, arrived at No. 7 Bet Street.
This is a very grand three-story mansion, with a large garden facing the street.
A drooping rose emblem is carved on the plain white stone wall, which is the symbol of the nobles of the Bernard Kingdom.
"Good day, gentlemen. Who are you looking for?"
As soon as Rean and his companion approached, a male servant came over and respectfully asked through the iron fence.
Kent stepped forward to negotiate and gave his and Rean's names.
"Please wait a moment, gentlemen."
The servant spoke respectfully, then turned and walked into the mansion.
A short while later, a butler dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hair impeccably styled, emerged from the mansion, opened the iron gate with a standard smile, and bowed with his hand on his chest.
"Gentlemen, please follow me. Master Jesper is waiting for you in his study."
The two nodded and followed the butler into the magnificent mansion.
"Listen, Rean!"
As Kent walked, he whispered a warning: "When you meet this nobleman, don't say anything strange or nonsensical like you usually do. This is a 50-pound job; you can't afford to ruin it!"
"Don't worry, I'll be mindful of the occasion."
Rean replied casually, his gaze lingering on the various somewhat eerie collectibles displayed along the corridor, before he suddenly spoke thoughtfully:
"Does Baron Jesper have a penchant for items from the mystical side?"
The butler, who was leading the way, followed Rean's gaze and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Master Jesper really likes these kinds of items."
"However, the collections you see here are all gifts from business partners. The items that Mr. Jesper personally collected are stored in the collection room, not here."
"Excuse me, is there a problem?"
"No problem, I was just asking out of curiosity."
Rean smiled, turned his gaze away from the artifact that resembled an umbilical cord, and continued walking steadily forward.
"What did you discover?"
Kent looked grave and asked in a low voice.
He knows his partner all too well.
That question was definitely not something that was asked casually.
Aside from minor flaws such as seemingly having some mental issues and liking to say strange things that no one could understand, his partner was arguably the best detective he had ever worked with.
Not only is he exceptionally good at deduction, but he also has keen observation skills, possessing almost all the qualities a detective should have.
"It's nothing, just a few guesses, we need to verify them further."
Rean shook his head without offering any further explanation.
As they were talking, the butler who had been leading the way stopped.
We've arrived at the study.