There was no flaw in Victor's expression, and he responded very directly.
De Gaulle frowned, thinking he had heard wrong just now.
After resting for a while, they decided to temporarily block the entrance of the cave with rocks to prevent the residents of the island from coming here out of curiosity and accidentally falling into this trap again.
After finishing the simple processing, the two of them walked out of the abandoned prison gate and found that it was almost dark.
After finally arriving at the previous location, the fisherman driving the car did not stay where they were waiting for them.
The truck moved some distance, and the wheel marks on the ground showed signs of dragging.
The horse squatted in front of the cart, shrinking its neck, as if it was frightened.
At first, the two thought the fisherman had betrayed his trust and left them alone.
But after de Gaulle inspected the scene, he made a decisive judgment that the fisherman must have encountered an emergency.
"Did you see the footprints? Here."
He pointed to the ground and followed the footprints with his eyes to the side of the hill.
There is a sparse forest over there, and the fisherman must have run into it.
Victor followed de Gaulle into the woods to check, and sure enough he saw the fisherman lying motionless on a pile of leaves not far away.
De Gaulle put on gloves and went over to check his body and found that the other party was dead. Judging from the time, it should have happened shortly after they entered the prison.
As for the murder weapon...
De Gaulle found only a bullet hole in the fisherman's leg and no injuries anywhere else on his body.
The strange thing is that the fisherman's body was covered with dried blood, but the blood in his body was actually drained.
He died of excessive blood loss from the bullet wound on his leg. Is it possible in such a short time? He didn't even have time to pull off the cloth and bandage himself.
As for who the murderer was, because the scene was deliberately handled, even de Gaulle was unable to deduce the exact situation.
"It seems that we have been targeted, Watson..."
…
The murder case on Battleship Island was handed over to the island's police station, and then the Renekton Police Department was contacted.
Then a fishing boat took them back to Renekton, where they were questioned at the police station.
When de Gaulle was asked about the reason for going to the island, he did not hide it at all and directly informed the police officer on the other side of the situation he had investigated.
But perhaps he had his own reasons for omitting the matter of the prison in another space.
"Many of you know me. I am a detective. I used to work in the Laketon Police Department. I was recently responsible for investigating the case of Mr. Dirio Konova."
"His brother was a non-commissioned officer in the Serbian Army in the past. He reported several soldiers under his command and sent them to prison on Battleship Island. I suspect that some of them took revenge on the Konova family.
, killed Dirio Konova.”
"Don't look at me like that. The Inspection Bureau has confirmed that he was murdered and did not die of natural causes."
De Gaulle was very relaxed and even wanted to smoke.
The police officer looked helpless: "Do you have any evidence?"
"There is no definite evidence, but Battleship Island was destroyed, and a dwarf named Vader Troy escaped. He was one of the soldiers who was reported. You can find the files from that year."
At this time, Sergeant John came in from outside the door, poured a glass of water for de Gaulle, and glanced at him: "Brother, the Prosecution Bureau helped us get a rare holiday, but you are always looking for things for us to do.
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"As you know, Dilio's death is closely related to the cases of the Progressive Party. If we catch this Wade, maybe the truth will come out. If possible, I am also interested in going to the other deceased persons for you.
Let’s take a look at the crime scene.” De Gaulle’s desire for exploration was aroused again.
Sheriff John looked embarrassed.
The police officer in front of him first replied: "That case is under the control of the Police Bureau. We are only responsible for today's murder case on the island."
"Someone wanted to stop us from investigating the truth about Battleship Island and murdered an insider on the island. Who do you think the murderer would be?" De Gaulle's disgusted eyes seemed to be scolding the stupidity of the police officer in front of him.
Chief John patted him on the shoulder: "All crime scenes are under the control of the Intelligence Bureau. The person in charge is an elite agent from the Anti-Suppression Department. Even we can't get involved."
"What about arresting Wade Troy?" De Gaulle winked at Chief John.
"You only know a name, but you don't know his appearance. Besides, ten years have passed. Even if the military is willing to provide his basic information, it has already expired. Who knows what that soldier looks like now?" Sergeant John asked.
He took a sip from the water glass.
De Gaulle looked at him again with that disgusting look.
"I can't stand you, dwarfs! dwarfs! Copy this word ten times!"
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The far west coast of the continent has long since become a black and dead harbor area. Even in broad daylight, it is covered with gray fog and cannot see the sun, as if it has been cursed and cast aside by the sun.
Abigail stood in the ruins and looked up at the sky, which had only one color. There was nothing, no birds, no clouds.
There was a rotten smell in the air, like rotten wood.
Behind her, stood three suspicious people wearing cloaks, covering their faces.
They all seemed to be waiting for Abigail's move.
This is the first time Abigail has returned to the harbor area since she was rescued by the police.
The horrific scene that night resurfaced in the reporter's memory. Today, when she witnessed the tragic aftermath of the disaster, her physical pain became even more profound.
The mysterious cloaked man behind him spoke an unintelligible language.
Although Abigail didn't understand, she guessed that he was urging herself to move forward.
She didn't know who these guys were. After being rescued that night, she suddenly found that she was being targeted by a mysterious organization lurking in the city.
The other party did not harm her, but he always got in touch with her through various channels.
Today, she was finally invited to enter this destroyed and decayed land through a suspicious secret passage that she could not even imagine.
The city government publicized that the harbor area was still cursed by the Blackwater disaster, so it blocked the surrounding streets with boards two to three meters high and sandbags.
But after setting foot here, Abigail realized that apart from sad memories, this black ruin did not have a fatal curse.
Everything seemed to have passed.
As for the blockade policy of the Yotun City Government, it is most likely to prevent the northern countries or Gordon from entering the investigation and causing more political problems.
Putting down the dark stone she had just picked up, Abigail put on the same hooded cloak as those behind her and stepped forward.
Following the guidance of the strange cloaked man, she came to a manhole cover.
The cloaked man stretched out his tentacle-like arms and lifted up the entrance barrier.
What appeared in front of Abigail was a ladder leading directly to the ground.
The fishy smell assaulted her nostrils, like the abyss of a monster's stomach waving gently at her.
The call hidden in the darkest corner of the world comes from a place older than eternity...