Chapter 49 Mr. Humor

Byrne actually reacted when the other party pulled out a gun.

He forced himself to suppress his instinct and did not dodge.

Sheriff Renzo of Finn City, as the backbone of the Lion Family, is a metamorphic middle-level knight transcendent. The possibility of defeating the opponent at close range is zero.

Byrne made a judgment in an instant. If he dodged casually, it might cause the opponent's next attack. Not resisting is the right choice.

Sheriff Renzo was slightly stunned. The young man in front of him was calmer than he had imagined. He did not panic and shout as expected.

"I am not a murderer."

Sheriff Renzo was actually not sure whether Byrne of the Fisher Family was the murderer.

He just threatened the other party first, and he could easily ask many questions as long as Byrne was at a loss.

But Sheriff Renzo now looked at the young man's calm eyes and felt uncertain again.

"First, tell me why you are here."

Byrne looked around and could not sense the murderer nearby, so he explained very calmly:

"The housekeeper can testify for me. I just went upstairs a minute ago, and you arrived shortly afterwards. Moreover, I had an appointment with Mr. Jin in advance, and I did not break in."

He paused, shook his head and said:

"If I really wanted to kill him, it would be ridiculous to leave so many traces. Anyone could track me down at the first time."

"And Mr. Jin and I are close business partners. Our business has always been doing well, and there is no contradiction. I have no motive at all."

After speaking, Byrne stared into the other's eyes and slowly smiled:

"Put down the gun, Mr. Sheriff Renzo."

Sheriff Renzo calmly put down the gun. Even if the murderer was really Byrne, he was fully confident in dealing with it. It didn't matter whether he used a gun or not.

"Thank you."

Byrne hid his dissatisfaction in his heart, walked forward as calmly as possible, slowly turned around and quickly observed everything in the room.

"Deep memory" was working.

When staring at the blood next to the bullet hole, he, who was born with a fear of blood, would still feel dizzy, but he would not fall down easily.

He knew very well that he was no longer the boy who could rely on his father, and adults did not have the right to "fall down" at will.

His low combat ability, shallow life experience, and psychological defects made him inferior to his father Lucius in all aspects.

He knew these things very well.

So whenever there was no one around and he was lying alone in bed, Byrne would often recall the blood in his deep memory and the death and despair behind the disgusting smell.

Enduring the pain again and again, Byrne gradually tried to overcome the most fatal shortcomings in his heart.

It seemed to be effective at present. He took a deep breath, eliminated the dizziness in his mind, and thoroughly remembered everything he observed.

The broken mirror on the ground was probably the source of the "crackling" sound. There was still gunpowder smoke at the muzzle of the alchemical flintlock, which was obviously not used for a long time. Then there was the wine bottle on the desk and the red wine in the two glasses. It was just unknown who the second glass of red wine was poured for.

Byrne felt that the wine was not poured for him, because Mr. Jin knew that he hardly drank, so it was impossible for a sophisticated person to forget this matter.

Sheriff Renzo squatted beside Mr. Jin's fat and huge body, with a serious look but not touching it casually. He said to the butler and Byrne without turning his head:

"Mr. Byrne, you must stay here, butler Boltz, you go find my brother and call Viscount Bester. Don't tell anyone first, and don't let anyone in the villa come to the study. Do you understand?"

"Okay! Gentlemen, of course I understand, I will go to find the Viscount now!"

The butler nodded repeatedly, and just as he was about to leave, the sheriff suddenly turned around and stared at him coldly.

"No matter what the reason, if you leak what happened here first, I will regard you as an accomplice of the murderer."

The butler was so scared that he turned pale and ran away in panic.

Byrne saw that the third son of the Lion Family, Sheriff Renzo Leon, was very proficient in the trick of "intimidation".

Only Byrne and Sheriff Renzo were left in the room. Because of the embarrassment just now, they didn't speak for a long time.

Byrne was not a person who would get angry, and took the initiative to say to Sheriff Renzo:

"I think the person who killed Mr. Jin should be an acquaintance, because there are two glasses of red wine on the desk, and I don't like to drink, so Mr. Jin would not pour the second glass of red wine for me."

Renzo glanced at the young man, nodded calmly and said, "There is some truth."

The atmosphere eased slightly, and the two did not say more. They waited until the sky gradually darkened, and finally heard footsteps going upstairs again.

The door of the study was opened from the outside, and three people came in soon.

They were Mr. Jin's butler, Viscount Best, and a middle-aged woman that Byrne didn't know at all.

Viscount Best was a little short, of medium build, with gray hair combed meticulously, a black tuxedo, and a black hat.

His squinting eyes revealed a cunning and sharp brilliance like a fox hunter.

People call him "the fox leading the lions". Viscount Best has always impressed people with his cunning and scheming image.

"Renzo, Byrne, here I come, ah."

Bester sighed and squatted beside Mr. Jin, stretched out his hand to close his eyes, and then looked up at the middle-aged woman who followed him.

"This is Ms. Lingfeng, an independent supernatural being I have known for many years. She is a necromancy-type spellcaster who has reached the second level. She can help us find the truth."

Byrne looked at the so-called "Ms. Lingfeng" and knew that the other party used a fake name.

"Ms. Lingfeng, hello, I am Byrne Fisher."

"Hello."

She responded coldly, with a sense of loneliness in her eyes that refused to socialize.

Independent supernatural beings refer to those supernatural beings who do not belong to any organization or family.

They act more recklessly, and are often only a thin line away from illegal supernatural beings and cultists.

"Ms. Lingfeng" was wearing a dark purple robe, her hair was still black and thick, but occasionally a few white hairs appeared in it, and she had shining moon-shaped earrings on her ears.

Her face has a unique charm that has been accumulated over the years, and her skin is slightly loose but still smooth and delicate.

Prophecy casters are relatively rare, and it is common to use necromancy spells to investigate the cause of someone's death, but all major churches believe that it is a bad thing to defile corpses at will.

There is almost no research on soul power in the world of Krad, but the necromancy type of spellcasting talent still exists, which is the most difficult type to find a cultivation inheritance among the eight types.

Ms. Lingfeng did not say anything, but just closed her eyes silently to mobilize the magic power in the air around her.

A faint green light gradually emerged from the corpse.

Viscount Best quickly stood up and came to his brother, Sheriff Renzo, and said slowly:

"So what happened, Renzo? Well, could it be that my good brother-in-law ate too much and finally couldn't stand his fat body, so he shot himself? Bang! Just like that!"

Sheriff Renzo looked at his smiling brother, Viscount Best, unreasonably, and said with dissatisfaction:

"How can you still joke in your current situation? Are you completely crazy?"

Byrne also felt in his heart that Viscount Best was a person who was "too humorous and lacked dignity" both in public and in private. Even the people of the Eagle Family contemptuously called him "the clown Viscount who raises lions in the circus."

If it weren't for the fact that the enemies of the Lion Family always died in the stinking ditch, or if some people occasionally cried and apologized to Viscount Best publicly, everyone would probably really regard this fifty-year-old owner of Fein City as a so-called "clown."

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, a deep green light appeared in Mr. Jin's eyes and mouth, and his heavy body gradually floated on the ground, making strange noises.

The corpse shouted hoarsely: "Help! Help! Byrne, save me!"

The voice was extremely cold and terrifying. Byrne could even feel the thoughts of the dead eroding his spirit, and felt extremely uncomfortable deep in his heart.

After the corpse finished speaking, Viscount Best and Sheriff Renzo looked at the creepy Byrne together.

Viscount Best shrugged and smiled and said: "Byrne, in fact, that sentence just now is good news. At least half of your suspicion has been directly removed."

"If he shouted 'Ahhhh, Byrne, give me back my money', it would be terrible, because Mr. Jin's money is my money!"

The Viscount was still very humorous. Sheriff Renzo frowned and became more and more disgusted with his brother, but Byrne couldn't laugh at all.

Ms. Lingfeng took a deep breath and manipulated the necromancy that was wandering around. The mysterious power that could awaken the dead caused Mr. Jin's body to speak.

She asked calmly: "Who killed you?"

"Yes, yes...ah..."

The green energy on the body rolled and boiled. It seemed to be extremely hateful and fearful. The hoarse voice made Byrne feel weird from the bottom of his heart. It was the first time he saw a dead person speak.

"It's not a person, it's me!"

Mr. Jin's answer made everyone present stunned and confused.

It's not a person, it's me?

Byrne fell into deep thought. What exactly did the corpse's answer mean? He always felt that the two words were not coherent. The answer of the corpse must have a meaning.

The green energy gradually dissipated, and the corpse fell to the ground and returned to calm again. The depressing atmosphere in the air finally disappeared, and everyone felt relieved in an instant.

Viscount Best snorted and sneered:

"It seems that my huge brother-in-law has completely returned to the arms of the Lord of Redemption. So, what do you think about his words that the so-called murderer is 'not a human, but me'?"

Sheriff Renzo couldn't help rolling his eyes, and didn't think there was any point in his brother's behavior of always mocking the dead.

This was not the first time that Ms. Lingfeng used the "dead inquiry technique" to manipulate corpses to speak. She was well-informed and nodded to explain:

"The meaning of the two words is understood in this way. First of all, it was not humans who killed him, but subhumans, aliens, or mysterious creatures or even mysterious beings."

Byrne and the other two nodded in agreement. They had just thought of this.

Ms. Lingfeng paused and continued: "As for the 'me' mentioned later, I feel a little confused. If it is said that he was manipulated to commit suicide, perhaps there is such a possibility in the answer."

Byrne thought about the mysterious knowledge he had seen in some books, and suddenly said:

"I think there is another possibility, that is, the inhuman murderer actually turned into Mr. Jin, so he was extremely confused at the moment before his death."

He remembered that there were indeed some mysterious creatures and mysterious beings that would take on the appearance of the target and then start killing.

Best nodded, looked at Byrne's body for the first time, and said with a smile:

"I see, it's a very reasonable inference. I've already heard from the housekeeper that you were the first person to discover the body. Why don't you tell me more about the situation and about your 'dating' with Jin."

Byrne explained what he saw from his perspective from beginning to end. His logic and articulation were extremely clear, and he dealt with it calmly.

Viscount Best showed an appreciative smile.

"I've heard Jin talk about you before. You are indeed an outstanding person."

After he finished speaking, he came over and patted Byrne on the shoulder, saying from a very close distance:

"I have the innate ability, which is to be able to clearly see a person's true character in a short period of time, and you are a person who values ​​love and justice."

"I believe Jin's death has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with you for the time being, Byrne. But you must make your family more careful when you go back."

Byrne's heart sank, he took a deep breath, and asked respectfully: "Lord Viscount, what is going on?"

Best continued: "Of course I have experienced such things in my decades of career. They are assassinations targeting enemy forces. Someone is targeting us."

"The assassinations against us may not just happen once, but will form a terrible vortex, constantly sucking in those people who are on the verge of drowning, and finally ending with only a lot of corpses."

He leaned over and calmly whispered in Byrne's ear and continued:

"Kim is undoubtedly my money tree, and the Fisher family is my 'money tree'. Anyway, be careful, I don't want to see my business partners die one by one."

Sure enough, it was an assassination attempt against the Lion family!

Byrne only felt extremely nervous. To a certain extent, he felt that those invisible enemies hiding in the dark were even more dangerous and terrifying than the Rhyan attack a few years ago.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for reminding me, Lord Viscount."

Viscount Best's expression suddenly became solemn, and he held Byrne's hand tightly for a few seconds.

"Don't talk about things casually, Byrne, you are a person with great potential, take care of yourself."