The four detectives remained silent.

The four of them are all old yinbi, and on the surface they say they will reply tomorrow.

In fact, I came over directly in the evening, thinking about cooperating with Xia Yanzhen and kicking everyone else out.

Monopoly of 20 million bonuses - even if Loté Xia wants money, it is 10 million per person, not more than 7 million?

Unexpectedly, everyone thought of it together! What a coincidence!

Awkward or not?

Happy or not?

The four detectives were embarrassed, but Xia Yanzhen and the others were naturally happy.

Among the four people, three of them had undisguised smiles on their faces and were as happy as their wives having given birth.

Only Tao E's clouds are calm and the wind is gentle, and it stands out like a scene that I have never seen before.

It's just a smile on the brows and eyes, and the corners of the mouth will never raise.

"Well... let's cooperate. Everyone will share the reward equally, and each person will get seven million in the end." It was Philos who spoke first and agreed to cooperate.

"Can."

"Me too."

"me too."

The other three also agreed to cooperate.

Next, several people discussed and studied the case.

First of all, make sure that someone among the bodyguards must have a problem, Hubbard... Judging from his performance at night, there should be no problem.

There must be guards in the manor, but the bodyguards keeping watch at night are not the original guards of the manor.

They were the people Warren usually brought with him and followed him.

Warren only lived in the manor for one or two months a year. Those bodyguards were Warren's confidants and were not very familiar with Hubbard, who had been managing the manor.

After Warren's death, Hubbard followed his idea and let the detectives compete to ensure and maintain fairness. Maybe he didn't get it right for a while.

After discussing the case, everyone dispersed and went back to sleep.

Philos' invitation failed again, and he gave Xia Yanzhen a resentful look before leaving.

Xia Yan was really unmoved. A woman would only affect his speed in solving the case.

In the mission world, even Bai Huang, a teenager with a head full of Sykes, can control it, not to mention Xia Yanzhen, who is two years older than him and very mature.

The night passed so peacefully.

Until a group of detectives were eating in the restaurant in the morning, a servant ran over: "Oh no! Something happened!"

The servant who looked strong and could have acted as a bodyguard had he changed his clothes, but now his voice was crying, and he seemed to be greatly frightened.

"What's the matter?" Angdor asked as he stood up.

"The man is dead, the detective is dead," the servant said.

"The detective is dead?"

Even Turner put down his knife and fork with difficulty and swallowed the meat in his mouth, with a surprised look on his face.

look around.

There are six detectives in the restaurant: Lothar, Grad, Angel Doyle, Turner, Rez, and Philos, as well as their assistants.

Ivan is not here!

Something happened to her?

A group of people followed the servants and ran towards the library where Ivan often stayed.

There are many books in the library. Ivan likes reading very much. Apart from investigating cases, he will stay here when he sleeps and rests.

Even three meals a day were delivered.

Among the detectives, she has the least contact with everyone and is the most low-key.

Actually dead now?

The library and the restaurant are a bit far apart, so it took almost five minutes for everyone to get there.

After arriving, Bai Huang was out of breath. After his abilities were sealed, including his physical fitness enhanced with the Dream Stone, he became the physically weak boy who had once killed someone running one thousand meters.

Tao E also suffered from severe asthma.

Others, including the old lady Grede, didn't seem to be out of breath, but their chests were rising and falling much more obviously than usual.

Outside the library, Hubbard's face was very ugly, even if Warren was dead he wouldn't be that ugly.

It makes people wonder if he and Ivan have any special relationship.

"It's right inside. No one is destroying the scene. You can go in." Hubbard said when he saw several detectives coming over.

"You look angry?" Angeldold said before entering.

"Greenery Manor..." Hubbard whispered.

Two people died in a row, and Green Manor was about to become a haunted house.

As the manager of the manor, Hubbard put a lot of effort into the manor. He was alone, and Green Manor was everything to him.

The death of two people in Greenery Manor was, to Hubbard, no less serious than the death of his wife—his wife and son.

When I walked into the library, I didn't smell the smell of blood for a while.

There were many bookshelves inside, and everyone searched separately before finding the body between two bookshelves.

The death state was exactly the same as Warren's, except that there was no head and blood sprayed all around.

This time, the shape of the blood stain was very correct, and it was even possible to tell that someone had decapitated Ivan and sprayed blood on his body, so that the places where blood should have been were not stained with blood.

But... there were no bloody footprints left at the scene where the perpetrator left.

There is no need to judge the time of death from the body.

Ivan came to the library to read at seven o'clock in the morning. Before eight o'clock, a servant came to deliver food and discovered the body.

Some food fell to the ground not far away.

This is not a secret room murder case. There are three entrances and exits to the library.

There is one that Xia Yanzhen and the others come in, one on the other side, and one that faces outside. There is a large terrace outside, where they can enjoy the sunshine and good weather while reading a book.

"This wound..." He looked at the horrific wound on his neck.

Several detectives looked a bit off.

The wound was not smooth and was severely damaged.

Based on our many years of experience, a horrifying picture emerges in our minds.

Someone just twisted off Ivan's head.

This kind of twisting does not mean breaking a person's head off or rotating it 180 degrees, but rotating it continuously until the person's head is twisted off.

Like a naughty child twisting the head off the toy in his hand.

This is beyond what humans can do, and tools must be used.

"Do you know anyone who can twist off a person's head with bare hands?" Angdall's expression changed and he asked.

At this moment, he finally looked less like a murderer and more like a trembling victim.

"Guillotine Wright," Philos said.

"Who doesn't know this? But he died five years ago," said Angel Doyle.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Guillotine Wright, a major case that occurred in Bahrain seven or eight years ago.

Its sensational level, with reference to the contemporary Jack the Ripper, is enough to form a strange story and contribute to the literary and artistic creation of later generations.

Unlike Jack the Ripper who never found the murderer.

Two years after Guillotine Wright committed the crime, a famous detective in Bahrain arrested him at the cost of his own life.

Finally, Guillotine Wright cut off his own head on the guillotine.

The incident also became very legendary.

Whether it was the ability of the guillotine to decapitate the head with the palm of his hand, or the detective finally risking his own life to capture him, these are things that can be passed down for hundreds of years.

In a few years, maybe something related will come out of nowhere.

"Does Guillotine have any disciples?" Turner asked.

"Never heard of it."

The faces of several detectives gradually became as ugly as Hubbard's.

"That means using tools." Grede said, "Aren't you afraid?"
To be continued...