Putting aside the issue of whether Wein is a bad person or a beast, the man with a mustache came over after the police officers dispersed, with a friendly and even flattering smile on his face:
"You must be Mr. Noyes. I have long admired your name."
Wei Yin nodded lightly: "Let's get started."
"Start...what?"
Neither Leon nor this gentleman knew why. Wein touched his chin and looked back: "I'm also curious about how much unnutritious nonsense you will come out of your mouth."
Okay, so aggressive! Based on Leon's past experience of surfing the Internet, a verbal battle is inevitable. The winner will win, and the loser will lose.
Leon looked at the man with the mustache. How would this gentleman respond? He - his expression was a little uneasy:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Noyes, I don't know where I offended you... This is the first time we've met, right? I just wanted to pay you a visit."
Show weakness, the man with the mustache used to show weakness!
"Oh, then go ahead and do your bidding."
Mustache: "..."
Leon: "..."
This...Leon couldn't comment on this sentence. But the result was obvious. Wein successfully defeated the mustached man with his superb sarcastic face.
Ignoring the speechless man with a moustache, Wein snapped his fingers: "Let's go in."
Leon followed up with Wein: "Your attitude towards him is too... bad. Is there something wrong with him? Have you seen him before?"
"I haven't seen them before, but I have seen them a lot." Wei Yin entered the villa and looked left and right, "I have seen a lot of these people, and not many of them are really capable, but they are particularly good at 'visiting'.
He uses his smooth tongue to lick a bunch of people's butts, making them think he has real abilities, and then he stops doing the business and leaves the mess to other people."
"You didn't say that there is a specialization in the art. Maybe this is something he is not good at."
"Having a specialization in art is not a fig leaf for a moron. His specialization is flattering others. Sometimes I really wonder, don't these people who are flattering people everywhere have no horses of their own?" Wein sighed, "Look,
Looking at this scene, I really wonder if he is a liar and has no basic common sense... Grayson!"
Officer Grayson hurried over: "What's the matter, Mr. Noyes?"
"Guess who left the most traces at this scene?"
"Well……"
Of course it's you, you idiots from the city police force."
Liang was stunned when he heard this, and followed Wein's gaze. The wooden floor was covered with muddy shoe footprints, layer upon layer, and they didn't look like they were made by one person.
"Could this... be your footprints?"
Facing Leon's suspicious gaze, Grayson smiled awkwardly: "It seems so...but we have already taken photos for files in advance. After all, the superiors require us to bring cameras to record the case at any time."
"That only applies to ordinary cases, secret cases involving extraordinary factors. How much can you capture with just one camera?" Wein shook his head, "The body is upstairs, right?"
"Uh...it was like this before."
"Let me guess, you must have some deep meaning when you use the past tense."
"Now, ahem, the body has been sent away. The victim has been dead for a few days. It is now May and the weather is warming up again. We are worried that the decomposition will worsen, so we asked the forensic doctor to take the body back for autopsy."
Wei Yin shook his head: "The second mistake is that the body of the deceased who died of extraordinary factors should not be moved at will. You are not afraid of being cursed and dying suddenly after going home to sleep. Or should you say that this is what you prepared for your son?
Winter gift surprise?”
"It's not like we didn't determine whether there were extraordinary factors involved before..."
"So, what is the role of your team investigator, to help you shine your shoes?"
Wein raised a finger and shook it: "Give me the information you compiled, and then let all your people go out, including that half-baked investigator."
"Okay-yes!"
As the police officers withdrew from the villa, Wein sighed: "A bunch of stupid pigs. The trivial things they usually fight about have let lard clog their brains."
"Isn't that too much of a scolding?"
"Why, you want to redress the grievances of these idiots?"
Leon shrugged: "No, I'm just curious about how many other animals you can quote."
"Actually, I can not only quote animals, but also organs. Do you want to listen?"
"This is still free."
Wein walked towards the second floor: "Although you are not as powerful as me, you are much smarter than those stupid geese. Just remember not to move things around."
Another animal appeared.
Walking up to the second floor, Leon noticed that the study door was wide open and a human figure was outlined with white lines on the ground, which should be the scene of the crime.
The closer I got to the study, there was a disgusting smell in the air, like a stench mixed with some low-quality spices. It was not only unpleasant, but also a little bit addictive.
"The smell of corpses, and some kind of incense." Wein's expression was as usual, not affected much, but he still frowned when he entered the door.
"You actually opened the window for ventilation. Do you think this is your home?"
Leon looked at the window. Sure enough, the window was open and the smell in the room was blown away by the wind. Although this would make the investigators more comfortable, it was undoubtedly a kind of damage to the scene - and the damage was still the smell.
The most difficult trace to recover.
The room has a classic study decoration, with desks, chairs, bookshelves, everything you need, but...
"Are there too many desk lamps?"
Leon counted and found that there were desk lamps placed at the foot of each wall. There were also several desk lamps spaced apart along the wall. There were also desk lamps in the center of the room... a total of 12 lamps, and these lamps all had their lampshades removed.
, allowing the light bulb to emit maximum light.
"They are all closed." Wein glanced briefly, "Judging from the photos, they should have been open originally... For the sake of the house owner and to help him save electricity bills, Mr. Stephen should start from the coffin - the autopsy table
Just sit up and shake hands with the good gentlemen of the city police force one by one to express your gratitude."
Wei Yin handed over the photo and Leon took it. The photo recorded the scene when the police first arrived. All the lights were on, and a body fell in a pool of blood, right at the position drawn by the white line. And the photo
In the corner, the window was tightly closed.
After stepping over these lamps, the two came to the desk. There were no books on the desk, only a candle holder with a small candle that was about to burn out.
Candlestick? Leon noticed it was strange. There were so many lights, so what else could we use candles for?
Wayne moved closer to the candle, then moved away: "Come and smell it."
Leon got closer and smelled it. The candle itself exuded an unpleasant and inferior aroma.
"A bit over the top."
"Scented candles, when lit, will definitely fill the house with this scent."
Leon nodded: "It seems that the weird aroma just now came from these candles."
"I am very grateful to our competent city police team for not being kind enough to clean up the house for Mr. Stephen, put the lamp back in each room, and then throw away the candle end and replace it with a new one. We can still find many useful clues."
"I'll look through his drawers, and you can look around to see if there's anything else worth noting."
Wein opened the drawer, and Sevre walked around the room avoiding the desk lamp and the blood stains on the floor.
Walking closer to the window, Leon noticed several holes in the wall near the window sill, which looked like... bullet marks?
There were bullet marks, so someone had to shoot. He stood up and moved his eyes, but he didn't see anything that looked like a firearm.
"Boss, what are you doing here?"
"you guess."
"I guess you're a Barbie doll."
"Barbie, what is that?"
Leon walked over and saw Wein holding a page of a notebook against the light source, as if confirming something.
"Well, that's right...that's right."
Then, he took out a pencil from the drawer and started scribbling on the paper.
Liang was stunned: "Hey, you're causing more serious damage to the scene!"
"This is called an in-depth investigation of the scene. Don't destroy the scene easily, but don't stare at the scene too hard, otherwise you will only get the most superficial clues."
After Vein finished scribbling, he picked it up and showed it to Leon. There were 12 circles on the paper, arranged in order into a ring.
"Does it look familiar?"
"Of course it looks familiar. I used to like to draw this in class...wait a minute, it does look a bit like this!"
Taking the notebook, Leon confirmed its layout again, and then looked at the arrangement of lamps in the room.
Yes, the table lamps in the room are placed according to this layout.
"Is this some kind of magic circle? It's very fashionable to use light bulbs as magic circle nodes." Leon felt that it wouldn't be strange to see a necromancer using a refrigerator as a coffin in the future.
"It's a kind of magic circle. It's quite ancient. It used to be set up with candles, but dear Mr. Stephen has made modern innovations."
"This magic circle, or ceremony, is called 'Land of Radiance' and belongs to the enlightened lineage. What is the prayer? Let me think about it..."
Wein paused and recited:
"Twelve lamps are bright, but there is no room for shadow here, and there is no room for kindness."*
[Author's digression]: *Quoted from "The Esoteric Cult Simulator"