Chapter 511 Investigating the case

Although he cleared himself of his suspicions, the culprit has not been found yet, and Duanmuhuai naturally started the most normal process of detective work --- the investigation of the murder scene.

Back in the smoking room again, Williams' body was still facing the ground, lying in the center of the mysterious magic circle. Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help trembling.

This time, Duanmuhuai was followed by Williams' bodyguard Dot, the doctor Rose, and a girl from the master's college, Alita. witness. As for the others, they were locked in the viewing platform and guarded by Lorena herself.

For Lorena's combat power, Duanmu Huai naturally trusts her very much. In fact, he has the intention of arranging Lorena to be a guard. I believe that Lorena will let him have a good taste of the weight of the sacred book in his hand.

"How long have you been his bodyguard?"

Duanmuhuai asked while staring at the corpse in front of him, while Dot was stunned for a moment, and then answered.

"Not long ago, in fact, he only hired me not so long ago. So, I'm afraid I don't know any more than you do."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai turned to Dott. He originally thought that the other party was Williams' personal bodyguard or something, but now it seems that this is not the case?

"Why did he hire you?"

"I'm not very clear about that either."

Dot sighed.

"He just said that his past has been haunting him, and there are hidden dark threats and so on... As you can see, since he got on the airship, he has been shutting himself in the cabin, except me He won't open the door if anyone else knocks, and I don't understand why he left the cabin and came here."

"Maybe he's addicted to smoking and can't help but want to smoke a cigarette?"

"I don't think so, he doesn't smoke. He has asthma and that's one of the reasons he hired me, he needed someone who didn't smoke at all."

"So he has no reason to come to the smoking room at all."

"Yes."

Speaking of this, Dort seemed to think of something.

"By the way, he has a diary, and he's always writing in it. I remember he once said that a certain cult needed his blood for a dark purpose. He told me that the reason he chose to escape and hide was to To prevent an unspeakable horror from being unleashed upon the world."

"But even now, I haven't seen anything terrifying enough to destroy the world... Can you let me see that diary?"

"I think so. I'll look for it later."

After saying this, Dort turned around and left, while Duanmuhuai stepped forward, grabbed Williams by the collar, and picked up his body like a cat. Under Duanmuhuai's observation, , It can be clearly seen that his throat was cut open, and black blood flowed out like viscous oil and dripped to the ground.

Hmm... well, I see, there is only one truth, the culprit is the US military.

"...Sorry, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, I'll just talk about it."

Duanmu Huai curled his lips, then he glanced coldly at the ground. Maybe other people didn't notice it, but in fact, when Duanmuhuai entered the warehouse, he did feel a dark, cold and ominous atmosphere. But it’s useless, even though I don’t know what that idiot cultist wants to do, when Duanmuhuai came in, his magic had already been dispelled by Duanmuhuai, and what is here now is just a very ordinary post-modern abstraction. Pai art magic array pattern only.

In fact, not only the magic circle, but the entire room was covered with blood-drawn runes, no wonder no one else dared to come in.

"How much blood do you think it took?"

Duan Muhuai looked at Dr. Rose and asked, while Dr. Rose frowned and looked at the bloody symbols in the cabin with a disgusted expression.

"Frankly, I don't know, one liter? Two liters? I must remind you that the descriptions in movies and TV are not correct. Even if the neck is cut open, the average person will not bleed such a large amount of blood in a short period of time, let alone Needless to say, this man's blood is very viscous..."

"It does make sense."

Duanmuhuai nodded, but at this moment......

"Meow!"

The black cat that was lying on Duanmuhuai's shoulder seemed to have discovered something, it let out a soft cry, then jumped up from Duanmuhuai's shoulder, lightly landed on the corpse, and then circled half a circle around the neck of the corpse , pressed his paw on Duanmuhuai. And Duanmu Huai also poked his head out and looked in the direction indicated by the black cat, and then he saw that there was a small burn mark on the collar of the dead man's neck, which was still stained with ashes.

Duanmuhuai stretched out his finger, wiped the ashes lightly, and then put it in front of his nose. Soon, a bitter smell of tobacco came.

At this moment, Duanmu Huai's consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

The world in front of him suddenly became distorted and skewed. Immediately afterwards, Duanmuhuai felt as if his field of vision had changed—he changed from standing to lying on the ground, as if he was the corpse, breathing heavily at this moment, but No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't breathe any air, and could only feel the blood flowing from his neck in despair.

And in front of him, stood a blurry black figure, he could only see a little spark in the opponent's hand, then the black figure raised the spark, and then Duanmuhuai felt a burst of fire coming from his neck. The pain of being burned—and then everything returned to normal.

Duanmu Huai came back to his senses, frowned, and stared at the traces in front of him.

What was that just now?

Could it be that he has awakened a new ability?

He glanced at the system, however, the system was just like the corpse in front of him, cold, silent, and silent.

Shouldn't he really be dead?

Duanmuhuai shook his head, withdrew his thoughts, and looked at the corpse in front of him again.

If the illusion I saw just now is correct, that is to say, Williams was killed by the prisoner. The latter stood in front of Williams' body, watched his death, then raised his hand to take a puff of cigarette, and the ashes It fell and landed on the back of Williams' neck?

Well, the prisoner was a man, and a man who smoked.

The scope of suspicion has been further narrowed, because according to the previous confession, at around five o'clock, the captain, the navigator, and Arthur once got together to smoke, indicating that these three people smoked. As for the other two male students of the master's college Duanmuhuai doesn't know whether he smokes or not.

What Dot said also reminded Duanmu Huai that the victim suffered from asthma and could not smell the smoke at all, so he hired Dot, a woman, instead of other male bodyguards. Similarly, one of the reasons why you lock yourself in your room and can't come out is probably the fear of smelling smoke on other people's bodies that triggers your asthma.

Then the problem came, the other party was a man smoking, and the location was chosen in the smoking room. In other words, this should be a place that the victim would not even want to come to.

But the fact is that he came and died.

Um……………

"Here's the diary."

While Duanmuhuai was thinking, Dot also came back and brought Duanmuhuai a diary.

"I found it under his pillow."

"Well, let me see."

After taking the diary, Duanmuhuai opened it --- as we all know, normal people don't keep diaries, so conversely, those who write diaries must not be normal people.

In fact it is.

The span of this diary is very large, but fortunately, Duanmuhuai went through it roughly, and it didn't take much time, but he quickly figured out the contents of the diary.

To put it simply, Williams was originally a pure second-generation nobleman with money, status, industry, and everything. So, after an introduction, he joined a small private club of high society. This kind of private club is very common in high society, and Williams didn't suspect anything at first.

However, the longer and deeper he was in that organization, Williams felt that the organization was a bit abnormal—to be honest, a group of rich second generations gathered together to drink, have money, party and ride horses Playing golf is a normal social activity.

But when they dressed up like wizards in black cloaks and sacrificed deer heads to statues of indescribable monsters, any normal person could tell that this was definitely not normal social behavior.

So Williams was persuaded, he wanted to leave the club, but the other party was unwilling to let him go. Someone was even sent to assassinate him once, when Williams narrowly escaped, and then fled directly to other places. However, all this is not over. Not long ago, Williams learned that the group of people wanted to hold a terrifying ceremony again, using his blood to summon a 'monster', so he decisively decided to run away...

Hey... such a good commission...

Seeing this, Duanmu Huai couldn't help sighing. This was clearly a commission for himself. If this Williams saw his own advertisement, he wouldn't die so badly. It's a pity...it's too late to say anything now .

So obviously, judging from the contents of the diary, the murderer who killed Williams and performed the ritual here should be a member of that cult organization, and the name of that cult organization... Well, it is unfamiliar Not unfamiliar, said familiar is not familiar.

After all, just a few days ago, Duanmuhuai just finished dealing with them.

That's right, it's the Silver Twilight Cabin again.

Why are these damned bastards as pervasive as cockroaches?

Duanmuhuai sighed silently and closed the diary.

"Okay, the search here has been completed, let's go to another place to look."