Skylark once again motioned her to sit down with his eyes, and this time Shirin obediently found a seat.

Seeing her sitting down, the witch hunter nodded with satisfaction, "Then, tell me, Miss Marron, what did you and Professor Ferrari talk about? If my guess is right, you should be

The last person he ever saw."

"Apart from his murderer?"

"I don't want to make you overly nervous, but it's too early to say these things now. Although I don't think the professor's death is related to you, I must treat you as a reasonable suspect before I find evidence to prove your innocence.

Treat. So if I were you, I should tell you everything now. You know, the best way for an innocent person to prove himself is to tell the truth."

"Do I need to avoid it?" Emma asked.

"No, unless I mistakenly mistake you two for a pair, and you don't want to have anything to do with Miss Marron's troubles."

Emma shook her hair and said, "Then I'll stay."

Shireen knew that Yunque was not really doubting her, otherwise she would not have come to the tavern to meet her alone. But if her answer did not satisfy the other party, it might be hard to say what would happen next.

Well, tell the truth, it's not that hard.

"The professor was still alive when I left," she said.

"Exactly what I thought. But I heard that he always thought he might be in danger, right?"

"Yes, he thought someone wanted to kill him because of his research and even hired some adventurers to protect his own safety. This is why I went to talk to Professor Ferrari. Those bodyguards affected the daily life of the owner of the apartment building.

Business. If left unchecked, Avon Insurance Company must provide corresponding compensation according to the insurance contract."

Skylark seemed to think this was ridiculous, "It sounds like your company is a charity."

"It is not my job to judge the company's business philosophy. I am only responsible for reducing unnecessary losses." Shirin replied noncommittally.

In fact, she also feels that many of the insurance policies signed by the company in recent years are extremely unreasonable. Magical disaster insurance seems to have become an insurance policy for customers and adventurers to do random things. This is obviously far from the good wishes that originally created this insurance business.

"Then did he tell you about those studies? Now it seems that it was those studies that led to his... let's call it murder."

Shireen shook her head. She might have had a chance to find out the truth, but she failed to grasp it.

However, under the circumstances at that time, it was really difficult to get to the bottom of it with a strong attitude, especially when the other party was an old professor who was forty years older than me.

"He wouldn't tell me. He thought I might be an academic spy or someone who wanted to kill him."

"Suspicion and caution are virtues that most scholars possess." Skylark nodded thoughtfully, "It sounds reasonable at the moment. If I sent someone to search the place you passed by in the previous hour, I shouldn't find a trace of it.

A bloody dagger?"

"He was stabbed to death?" Emma asked.

"Killed with a precise stab, hitting the artery from here." Skylark gestured with his finger near his neck, "Although we also found a puncture wound in his heart, the blow to the carotid artery was enough.

It’s fatal. So no matter who kills him, he is definitely a very professional expert. Even if he knows that the target will die, he still has to make up for it with one more blow to ensure nothing is missed."

Shireen felt a sense of fear. If she had left later, she might have passed by the murderer of the professor. Then she realized that there seemed to be one more thing to worry about.

Since she spoke to the professor before his death, could the killer also have her as a target?

"Ms. Skylark, I know it may not be appropriate to ask this now, but it is very important to me... Do you think I am in danger now?" Shireen asked after hesitating for a moment.

The witch hunter looked at her expressionlessly, and Shireen was stunned.

Maybe she shouldn't ask these questions now, after all, she hasn't completely cleared herself of the suspicion. But anyone who knows her well knows that Shireen definitely doesn't have the ability to kill people with a single blow with a dagger.

Well, maybe except for the night of awakening.

"No one knows the specific content of your conversation, so it's really hard to say. If the cause of the professor's death was his research, and he happened to have a conversation with you before his death..."

"But we only talked for fifteen minutes, and most of the time he was grading homework!"

Skylark frowned, obviously not liking being interrupted while speaking, "Maybe you find it incredible, Miss Marron, but I believe you on this point. I don't think you are a well-hidden professional killer.

, it seems to me that you are just naturally good at attracting all kinds of trouble."

You are so right. You are naturally good at attracting all kinds of troubles, and they are always the kind that will kill you.

"It seems that I can't get any more clues from you, except to further narrow down the time period of his death. But forensic doctors can also do this." Skylark stood up, "I'm sorry, but I must ask you.

Follow me back to the scene. My people will take notes for you, including Miss Peggy."

Emma nodded, she took Shirin's hand and squeezed it gently, "Don't worry, I'm with you."

They left the tavern and followed Ms. Skylark back to the Academy of Truth. Since the witch hunters blocked the news immediately, most students did not know that something happened in the academy.

Two city guards stood at the door of Professor Ferrari's office. When they saw Ms. Skylark, they immediately gave a standard military salute.

The witch hunter nodded slightly towards them, then turned to look at Shireen and Emma.

"You, Miss Peggy, go to the classroom next door. There is a guy with an ugly smile there, and he will take notes for you." The witch hunter with a scary smile said, "As for you, Miss Marron

, I want you to come with me to the scene. Maybe you can remember some details that you forgot before."

Or scream hysterically after seeing a dead body?

But she seems to have no choice now. Cooperation is the only way out.

So Shirin nodded and followed Skylark into the office.

Walking into the occult professor's office twice in a day should be a joyful thing. Provided that you don't see a dead person here, nor is it the last person you saw before he was killed.

The bookshelves in the room remained as they were, without the feeling of a murder scene at all. Some city guards were looking through the books on the bookshelves, as if they wanted to find out if there was anything missing. But the professor seemed to have his own system of classifying books and wanted to

It will take some time to find out the clues.

Professor Ferrari was sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his armchair. If there weren't so much blood on him, he would look like he was asleep.

"There were no signs of struggle or torture." Skylark said, "The murderer only wanted his life."

Shireen turned her gaze away, resisting the rumbling feeling in her stomach, "Isn't it because you want his research records?"

"It seems not. So this means that the people who want to kill him don't care about the content of his research, or maybe the research progress is faster than him."

"Eradicate competitors?" Shireen took several deep breaths.

"Or kill people who know too much. In any case, the things that the professor has been studying recently must have made some people restless." Skylark said, approaching the professor's body, "Come and take a look.

Miss Marron, maybe you can think of something."

"... Just describe it to me. I have a very rich imagination."

"Ah, I almost forgot, although you are very good at muddy water, you are a weak lady after all." The witch hunter said, "The wound is very clean, without any unnecessary cuts. This is after long-term training, and it is also beautiful."

It is a skill that can only be mastered by practicing it on living people. A hired assassin of this level has not appeared in Fire Seal City for many years. Therefore, those who hire him must not only have enough wealth, but also have the right connections.

"

"A hired assassin of this level, don't you even know his identity?"

"Well, most assassins are very private. But we are lucky this time. It seems that this one is different from his colleagues. He is a show-off killer. Come over to the table, Miss Marron, you don't need to

To look at the body, just look at the writing on the table."

Shireen took a few quick breaths, and then moved over step by step. She carefully moved her eyes so as not to see the body sitting on the armchair.

There was a piece of parchment on the table in front of the professor, with a line of words written in blood on it.

Don't worry, he will turn into a beautiful butterfly.

"What does this mean?" Shireen asked.

"There is no doubt that this was left by the assassin. He regarded killing as a ritual act and was willing to show it off to everyone." Skylark replied, "So we decided to call him 'Butterfly Killer'
Chapter completed!