"It seems that the on-site investigation has almost come to an end." Wein put his hands in his pockets, "We can report the results to Grayson. Tsk, if we didn't think they were in the way, how could we let them be so free."
After walking down the stairs and arriving at the door of the villa, Grayson, who had been waiting, greeted him: "Mr. Noyes, Mr. Li, what's the result?"
"Probably." Wein yawned, "First of all, Stephen was holding a special ceremony when he died, called the 'Land of Radiance'. This ceremony should only be mastered by people from the Qiming Society. You can talk to them about it.
Please contact the relevant person. Secondly, what killed Stephen was a monster that appeared from the shadows, with tentacles that could shrink into spikes - probably. Finally, Stephen's death was not an accident, it was someone who deliberately did it, using small means.
Ruined Stephen's ritual, causing him to be killed by a monster that appeared in the shadow."
The three-part structure succinctly describes the parts of the case that involve extraordinary factors. As for the bullet marks, as long as these police officers are not blind, they will definitely be able to find them.
"The specific situation will be detailed in the post-case report. You are responsible for investigating the troublemaker who threw stones outside Stephen's window that night. Professionals like us will handle the rest. Do you understand?"
Grayson was stunned for a while, but he responded to the last sentence conditionedly: "No problem!"
After taking two steps, Wein turned back and said: "One more thing, I suggest you use your big beard to love the newcomers in the team, and your... team consultant?"
When Grayson heard this, he immediately realized something and turned around fiercely: "When I went to find Mr. Noyes, what did you do behind my back?"
The police officers looked at each other, and one of them raised his hand tremblingly: "Report, I, uh, I thought it was a waste of electricity to keep the desk lamps in the study on, so I turned them off."
Grayson almost fainted: "Who told you to move around?"
Leaving behind Grayson who was getting angry, Wein looked at Leon: "The next time is our time to move freely. What do you think?"
"I have no idea." Liang said honestly, "I don't understand these mysterious things. But I don't know that you are quite powerful."
"Generally, in the detective industry, I can only be considered second-rate."
"Second rate?"
Even second-rate detectives can make Leon feel uncomfortable. It's hard to imagine what the first-rate and top-level detectives are like.
"First-class detectives basically gather in big cities, and you can't see them in places like Caspars. They are monsters in the true sense. You will always feel like you are exposed in front of these people."
After that, Wein stretched out and said, "Well, if I work hard, I might be able to become a first-class detective. Unfortunately, there are too few things that can arouse my interest, and boring things can't interest my brain at all.
Turn around."
Isn't this still a secret bragging of himself? Liang twitched the corner of his lips, feeling like those students in the class who had average grades but were too lazy to work hard, who plausibly said "If I am willing to work hard, I will definitely beat others."
Walking back to the office, as soon as he closed the door, Leon saw Wein waving mysteriously: "Look what I brought back."
"ha?"
Looking over, Liang was speechless.
This guy actually brought that candle holder back!
No wonder he forgot about this incident after investigating around the room, because the candlestick had been put away by Wein and the real thing could not be seen. Leon could not remember this incident for a while.
"Don't make any noise, this is a tacit agreement between me and the city police force."
"What the hell kind of tacit understanding?"
"To take away the evidence, we have to go through the formal process. I have to file a report, which needs to be approved by the superiors, and then submitted to the Suppression Bureau for a second review. The process alone takes a week, which is a waste of time. So they defaulted to letting me take away the evidence myself.
If it is useful, return it after investigation."
Leon savored the profound meaning of this sentence: "What about the useless ones?"
"This..." Wein looked away, "Whatever is useless is useless, I will save it for them."
"..."
Is this guy still a repeat offender?
Forget it, I can't control him... Liang scratched his hair: "What's the use of this candle?"
"have no idea."
"ha?"
"I brought it back to study because I didn't know." Wein touched his chin, "The scent is very unique. I feel familiar, but I can't remember where I smelled it."
"Then you still have to stare at it and remember?"
Wayne smiled slyly: "Why are you staring? Scented candles, of course, have to be smelled to bring back memories."
"you--"
Leon didn't have time to dissuade him, so he watched Wein take out a lighter and light the candle. Soon, the fragrance of the scented candle filled the air.
"Let me tell you in advance, it's so sudden..." Liang reached out and fanned himself, not used to the smell.
"Sure enough, it's very familiar..." Wein sat down on the sofa and stared at the dancing flame on the candle, feeling a little lost.
"I'd better go upstairs." Leon sighed, leaving Wein alone on the first floor staring at the candles "nostalgic".
When they reached the second floor, Leon was surprised to see Isaac squatting by the dining table, looking at him quietly.
"Isaac, why are you back so early?" In the past few days, Isaac has not been in the habit of coming back for lunch.
"Meow~"
Isaac let out a soft cry and turned his head coldly.
Neither the owner nor the cat in this office look normal...Leon curled his lips.
"The cat food is on the first floor, I'll get it."
Turning around and going down the stairs, Liang couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. Only more than a minute had passed, and the first floor was filled with smoke, and he couldn't even see his fingers.
This...was that candle burned?
Can scented candles have this effect?
"Boss, what are you doing!"
Leaning into the clouds and mist, Liang moved forward based on his memory, but did not touch the familiar sofa.
What are you doing?
He was stunned for a moment, then realized that the smoke was getting heavier and heavier, something was obviously wrong, and he quickly retreated towards the stairs.
But the damn thing is, the stairs are not in their original position either.
Huh? I'm in such a small office - lost?
Liang laughed at himself, half surprised and half ridiculous. It was undeniable that he was a little flustered now.
Losing consciousness and wandering around was not conducive to escaping. Leon stopped where he was, trying to wait for any changes to occur.
Sure enough, after a while, a vague call came from far away and from all directions, the content of which was so blurry that it was difficult to hear clearly.
It looked like a haunted house in a horror movie...Leon tugged at the corner of his mouth and comforted himself that Wei Yin had created this thing, and he should have a way to deal with it.
"Li..."
The call sounded much more real, and Leon paused, realizing that the sound seemed to be repeating two syllables.
"Li...ang..."
It - it's calling my name.
No, is it it, or are they... who are they?
Leon's thoughts were confused and he felt chills all over. The voice was not like Wein at all, but rather like the gathering of many voices.
"Li - Ang -"
Liang didn't dare to move, and the voice calling him became more and more real and specific.
The next moment - he realized that the fragrance in the air had become so strong that it made it difficult to breathe.
"I……"
Liang covered his nose. The strong feeling of fainting made him stagger. Before he could stabilize his body, an external force supported him.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Boss, what on earth are you..."
Before the words came out, the moment he opened his mouth, Liang realized that the voice was not Wein's lazy tone.
The thick fog in front of him disappeared. His roommate Lao Zhang supported him with the same bright smile on his face: