Jason smeared the strange mucus on his gloves on the wall in disgust, "Why do you doubt him? You should know that this is not an ordinary murder case, and it cannot be judged by conventional cases. It is just because the two people have a strong relationship with each other."
Are there any conflicts?"
Ordinary cases can be judged from the victim's social circle. In most cases, the murderer became enmity with the victim for various reasons and then committed the crime.
It is obvious at a glance that the current case is definitely not the work of ordinary people.
When encountering this special case, what they need to do is to search and chase everything the victim encounters, including but not limited to books, items, strange objects, inexplicable whispers, etc.
In this case, it doesn't matter what grudge the victim had with other people.
They may even worry about whether the social circle around the victim has been eroded.
"No." Officer William shook his head, "We didn't pay much attention to Mr. Wilson at first..."
"It was just a routine visit. Mr. Wilson disappeared."
"Missing?" Jason narrowed his eyes. It was indeed very suspicious to disappear suddenly at this time.
"We visited Mr. Wilson's landlord. He said that since Christmas, Mr. Wilson has become extremely weird, talking crazy words all day long, and then ignoring it until two nights ago, Wilson suddenly collapsed.
He ran away from his residence."
"I didn't come back until dawn the next day. It was dusty, as if I had taken a bath in a mud puddle, with leaves stuck to my body. The landlord was frightened, yelled at him, and told him to pack up and get out."
"According to the landlord, Wilson who came back in the morning was extremely weird. He didn't say anything even though he was scolded bloody. He just silently packed his luggage in the room and took a shower. He never came back after that."
"The time of death of the body was just two nights ago." Jason suddenly said.
The things inlaid in the carpet have turned into a pool of art works, rotten to the point of disgrace, with mummies and bones coexisting, full of life and yet dead.
Officer William did not ask Jason how he roughly determined the time of death.
Even they only learned from the mouths of surrounding residents that the last time they saw the victim was two or three days ago.
It wasn't until last night that a neighbor couldn't stand the pervasive stench and thought the victim was cooking shit at home. He knocked on the door for a long time but got no response, so he called the police.
The police quickly cordoned off the place.
"This timing is too coincidental." Officer William nodded solemnly, "Maybe that night, the crazy Mr. Wilson came to the poor victim and cruelly made him into a carpet."
Jason shook his head: "Not necessarily."
He gazed thoughtfully at the exquisite carpet on the ground: "I think the person who can draw such a beautiful painting should be an innocent lady."
"Don't you think it feels like spring?"
Officer William's face suddenly turned green and twisted, and his stomach was surging with waves of sour gas.
If he hadn't already vomited when he saw the body for the first time, he would have vomited it again now.
"But then again, is Mr. Wilson really missing?" Jason asked casually.
"Yes."
William sighed deeply, "Since the landlord saw Mr. Wilson yesterday morning, no one has seen him again. We have checked the nearby transportation network, and there is no trace of Wilson, whether by carriage or train.
."
"No one saw where Wilson went after he left the house."
"Maybe Mr. Wilson has become the second victim." Jason said.
"What?" Officer William was stunned for a moment.
"This is just my guess." Jiesen suddenly shook his head again, "It's strange..."
According to his experience, the scene was obviously decorated with some kind of weird cult method, and this group of lunatics would not take their time when handling the sacrifices one by one. They were extremely keen on performing cruel rituals at the same time, offering sacrifices to their gods all at once.
The more lives the better.
If both of them were targets of some cult, there was no reason that after killing the victim two days ago, he would deliberately put the other one back.
However, it cannot be ruled out that Mr. Wilson might have struggled to escape but was captured again, which led to Wilson's disappearance.
Jason glanced around, capturing every detail.
The room was overly tidy, which was in stark contrast to the carpet.
All information here seems to have been erased.
Jason's eyes darkened.
This time, it was indeed very tricky.
"Anyway, Wilson must be the key figure, and we must find him quickly!" Officer William said loudly, "Whether he is the murderer or the second target."
Officer William looked straight at Jason: "That's why I came to find you."
"Tsk."
Jason clicked impatiently.
"Give me some items that have been in contact with Wilson."
He turned around and left the crime scene, casually calling to Officer William, "Help me prepare a quiet room."
Officer William was well prepared and soon led Jason to a small room.
The things Jason needs are placed on the table in the room.
That was the rental house key and some other odds and ends that Wilson left behind.
Jason calmly took out a silver dagger from under his windbreaker, thrust it into his palm, and dripped the overflowing blood on the key.
The blood seemed to be alive, flowing on the objects, squirming slowly, but never taking shape.
"...What's going on?" Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise.
There was a reaction indicating that Wilson was still alive, but it just seemed like there was some force stopping him.
Jason took out another dagger and stuck it in his hand, his reaction became even more violent. He gritted his teeth and took out the third one.
The spreading blood finally slowly condensed into a map.
"Arkham?"
Officer William on the side recognized this place and exclaimed, "How is it possible? Arkham is more than two hundred miles away from here!"
There is no direct train from New York to Arkham Town. And Wilson, who was defrauded and bankrupted, did not have his own vehicle at all!
Even if he had set out yesterday morning, he still wouldn't be able to reach Arkham this morning!
Things are getting weirder and weirder.
Jiesen was about to say something when suddenly, the blood on the table suddenly burned as if it had touched the surface of the sun.
A blazing flame burst out from the palm holding the silver dagger, and the pure silver slowly melted, turning the skin it touched into ashes.
Jiesen let out a muffled cry of pain, quickly pulled out three daggers, took out another knife, and cut off all the skin in contact with his palm.
…………
Wilson, who was listening carefully to Director Armitage's lecture, suddenly felt inspired.
There was a furry feeling in his back, as if someone was staring at him, and goosebumps seemed to rise on his skin.
But this feeling disappeared quickly before Wilson had time to react.
The system log of Hikali No. 1 was silently updated with a line of small text.