As blood-stained fingers left obscure symbols on their coats, Victor and Mike disappeared from each other's eyes.
Mike was still a little confused, but Victor knew that the other party was still there, but they couldn't see each other.
"Well... the lighting in this room is very good. It doesn't even look like a deacon's room. There is also a bathroom in it. It's really luxurious."
De Gaulle stood by the door and looked inside. As soon as he finished sighing, Superintendent Brut saw that there was no one in the room and immediately ordered two subordinates to go in and search.
"Mr. Will! Where is your deacon? Where is he?"
Will's eyes widened and he looked at the empty room in disbelief.
"No...what's going on, I don't know?"
His surprised expression did not seem to be fake, and even de Gaulle felt that he was not lying on this point.
The two police officers rummaged through the room and searched for every possible hiding place, but still no one was seen.
"Sorry, not found!"
Brute glanced at the wide open window and said with a sneer: "Your leper has escaped! Go outside and find the patrols to see if they have caught someone who jumped out of the window and escaped."
The two police officers obeyed the order and hurried downstairs to find their colleagues who were searching in the garden. At this time, de Gaulle walked to the window and carefully looked at the marks on the window sill.
"Well... there are footprints, but they are facing inward. Someone climbed in, not jumped out."
He immediately made a judgment and held his chin in thought.
Meow...
Suddenly, a cat meow attracted him.
He saw a cage next to him, and the black cat inside was facing him, with his eyes wide open.
"There are indeed people living in this house, and they also like to keep cats."
After de Gaulle finished speaking, he entered the bathroom and found that the water stains on the floor had not yet dried.
"He was here today and also used the bathroom to wash up in the morning."
Not long after, the two police officers who ran away came back. They reported to Brut that their colleagues outside the house did not find anyone jumping out of the window to escape.
Brut's expression changed slightly. He looked at de Gaulle, who was already touching the goose feather mattress.
"Did you find anything?"
Following his question, de Gaulle's train of thought was disrupted, and he replied with some annoyance: "If you don't speak, it might happen soon."
Brute looked unhappy, and de Gaulle suddenly said: "Yes! Someone has been sitting here just now, and the bed is still warm. If he did not escape from the villa, he must still be in this room!"
Upon hearing this, Brut immediately interrupted him: "The room is only so big, where can he hide?"
De Gaulle chuckled and searched the places that the police had just checked again.
When he opened the closet, Brut said impatiently: "We have seen all these places, and there is no way we can hide such a big living person."
De Gaulle did not believe in evil, so he muttered: "Come on, I know very well the police station's case handling model, and you have always been so careless."
As he spoke, he suddenly lifted up the hanging sheets and quickly looked under the bed.
The light down there is very dim, but you can still see roughly. At least someone hiding can be seen at a glance.
"The height is high enough, suitable for Tibetans, but the fact is that no one is here...it's strange."
De Gaulle searched the room and found that only a living person could be hidden under the bed. However, the real situation slapped him in the face.
"How's it going? We looked under the bed just now. If someone had caught him, they would have caught him long ago." Brut shook his head and couldn't help but light a cigar for himself. "You also have a day when you make a mistake in judgment.
Ah, Mr. Shaklo."
De Gaulle's cheeks tensed up slightly. He was still hunched over, his eyes never leaving the bottom of the bed.
And somewhere he couldn't see, Victor was already eye-to-eye with this person in his invisible state.
"Mr. Will, where is your deacon? I need you to explain now, what is going on?" Brut asked Will calmly, as if he would arrest him immediately if he concealed something.
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However, Will was completely unaware of the situation. He hadn't even thought of an idea for making up a story yet, so he could only stay in place at a loss.
At this time, de Gaulle finally stood up. He also held his pipe in his mouth. After muttering twice, he immediately turned to look at everyone: "My judgment will not be wrong. The prisoner definitely did not escape from this room. If we
If you can't find him, then there is only one possibility."
"What's possible?" Brut raised an eyebrow.
De Gaulle turned his attention to the three police officers wearing beak masks.
"The other party may have used invisible techniques..."
Hearing this, Whedon sneered under the mask.
De Gaulle asked him: "Then Inspector Weeden, as the special operations department of the Inspection Bureau, should have a way to identify invisible techniques, right?"
"Of course, gentlemen, it's time to witness the miracle!" After Weeden finished speaking, his two colleagues immediately reached into their pockets and took out two strange bottles.
"There is a kind of magic potion in it. It is very volatile, but it can detect traces of the use of invisible techniques. Well... We have only recently obtained the technology from the Velen Inspection Bureau."
As Weeden spoke, his colleagues walked to various locations in the room and began to use potions in the bottles to detect traces of the invisible technique.
Victor felt that they were already using the wardrobe, and he suddenly became extremely wary.
He knew very well that once this magic potion was used under the bed or on Xiao Hei, his existence would probably be exposed immediately.
In this tense situation, he first made fortune-telling for himself, but as expected, he got a very bad result of nothing.
So he had an idea, raised his unhealed finger again, and drew a yang talisman on his chest!
"The Talisman of Infinite Blessings"
After drawing the talisman, Victor did his fortune-telling again, and sure enough, the fortune-telling immediately changed and turned into Xiaoji!
At the moment when the hexagram was calculated, police officers hurried up from downstairs and reported to Superintendent Brut.
"Sir! Someone from the Inspection Bureau is here!"
Superintendent Brut was stunned. He looked at Weeden and the others in surprise: "Are our three detectives here fake?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the police officer explained with a slight change of expression: "It's the investigator of the Police Bureau, a detective named Henry. He asked me to inform you and everyone else that this room is the police station of the Police Bureau.
We have no right to search the resettled properties."
Hearing this, Superintendent Brut was confused, de Gaulle was confused, and Weeden, who was still pouring the magic potion, was also confused.
"Inspector Weeden, what on earth is going on?" De Gaulle looked at him hurriedly.
Before Weeden could speak, the police officer who made the report said first: "Inspector Weeden, Investigator Henry ordered you to take people back to the station immediately. Your attendance has not been approved by anyone, and it is a private action." p>
After hearing this, Whedon pulled off his beak mask, his face full of anger: "That boy... actually sat on my head... you son of a bitch!"
"Detective...Inspector...the search officer said that if you refuse to carry out the order and insult him, then he will record this in the report and submit it to the inspector..."