The next day, I went to the police station early in the morning to find Manda.
When she saw the guy, she was writing something.
"Hey..."
"Well..."
"Uh, such a cold reaction?"
Anyway, I have plenty of time, so I’m not in a hurry.
Let’s talk to Manda first.
"I'm very busy! Don't you have to handle the case too? Then go do your own thing! Don't bother me!"
I'm as emotionally unstable as ever.
"What are you busy with?"
"Miscellaneous...chores..."
Manda replied in a low voice, while deliberately blocking the documents on her desk with her hand.
I understood quickly.
Now that there are formal police officers responsible for handling cases, trainee police officers like Manda naturally have to do other things.
According to this logic, if I didn't have the previous agreement with the lord, I would probably become unnecessary... Although it seems to be the case now.
"What about the murder case? Are you not going to help me?"
"For such a big thing...don't there be seniors?"
Big things... obviously not long ago, she and I were the only ones responsible.
"So you gave up?"
"Yes, so what?"
"I don't believe it~~"
As soon as I finished speaking, I took Manda's hand away from the table - and sure enough, on the table was a sketch of the layout of the Earl's Palace.
"Uh...! What did you do!"
Manda's face suddenly turned red, and she quickly picked up other documents to cover the sketch.
"It's too late, I saw it."
"Well..."
"I say I give up, but my body is quite honest~"
"Uh...! Don't use weird ways of speaking!"
I enjoyed Manda's glare and realized it was time to calm her down.
"It's okay. There's no need to be secretive. I'm glad you can help."
"I'm just...reflecting."
"Reflection?"
"Reflect on the useless work I did before... To prevent the case from being delayed again, I can't interfere anymore."
I know Manda's thoughts very well.
It’s just too serious.
"Eh? I think you can always help me."
"No! I...I can't help."
"Oh, why do you suddenly become less confident?"
"Because, because my direction is wrong..."
Manda lowered her head.
"You are right. The murderer had no direct motive for the first murder, so he is likely to commit another crime... If only I could give up my direction earlier..."
Is the direction wrong? If it weren't for the plug-in, my direction would probably be no different from Manda.
"That being said, you don't think you're going in the wrong direction, do you?"
"Well..."
"Even now, you are thinking in that direction, right?"
"You, what are you talking about? Didn't I already tell you that my direction was wrong!"
"No, you are going in the right direction."
I denied what Manda said.
Manda did not start with "the murderer will not commit crimes again" as she thought. On the contrary, she just tried to deduce this result through investigation.
As far as I know, just from the perspective of truth, the degree of deviation in her direction is minimal.
Therefore, instead of letting her give up the direction, it is better to let her continue to make mistakes... No, the truth should be obtained through constant mistakes.
"If you give up your own direction, you won't be the Manda I know."
"...Are you mocking me?"
"No~~Although your direction is wrong overall, the investigation you did helped me a lot."
"Well..."
"In other words, without your wrong direction to pave the way, I wouldn't have been able to come to the right direction."
"...I always think it sounds hot."
Uh...well, it seems that I still don't have the ability to influence others by talking.
Use the last resort.
"Well, in short, I just figured out some important issues yesterday..."
"Really? Say it quickly!"
...The last resort is the last resort.
I looked at Manda's big eyes, which suddenly became full of energy... The disappointed look just now was indeed fake.
"I know the tool the murderer used to kill Miss Schimmel."
I picked up Manda's water glass.
"This is it."
"...Eh?"
"Water."
"Water..."
"The murderer froze water into a shape similar to an awl, and used solid magic to prevent it from melting temporarily, and then used an ice awl to commit the murder."
"How do you know?"
"Ah, about that, there's actually something I didn't tell you when I first went to the attic..."
Well...after all, I didn't expect it to be related to the murder weapon.
In the final analysis, thanks to Ferrinold.
"On the living room floor of Miss Schimmel's room, there was a large pool of blood, and the blood contained too much water... It was probably caused by the melted ice pick."
"Since you know this kind of information, you should have told me earlier!"
"Yeah~~Sorry sorry~~"
"Your apology is of no use at all!"
Manda rolled her eyes at me.
"Well...I understand the situation. It is indeed very likely that the murderer used an ice pick."
"Right, right~~"
"Humph, what are you so proud of! If you had told me earlier about the abnormality of the blood stains, I would have thought of it..."
Manda seemed dissatisfied with my complacent look.
"Okay..."
"...But now we can't collect the murderer's fingerprints..."
"After all, the murder weapons are gone."
That’s where the clues about the murder weapon end.
Even if the murder weapon is known, there is still no information about the murderer.
"...Have you told anyone about this?"
"No, you are the first."
"...Why?"
"You are the first police officer to help me, so if I find anything, I will tell you as soon as possible. What's wrong?"
"Alas..."
Manda sighed, and then looked at me seriously.
"Do you really believe me?"
"Relative to other police officers."
I didn't hesitate.
"I...I hope you will take responsibility for the case. There are already two murders. You should trust more capable people instead of me...I am just a trainee police officer." p>
"You don't understand this~~"
I stretched out my finger and waved it in front of her.
"You know, in most detective novels, the crime solvers are inconspicuous little people, for example, trainee police officers——"
I pointed at her.
"And, private detective."
Then, he pointed at me.
"..."
"..."
"Pfft..."
Manda smiled.
"This is just the plot of a novel!"
"Compared with the big principles, this statement is easier to understand, isn't it?"
"Well...even if it's a big deal, I can understand it!"
"Oh, oh, oh~~ don't be brave."
"No need to be brave!"
......
"Hey, detective, can you give me some advice?"
As I left Mandana and walked deeper into the police station, I was stopped.
The speaker is the officer who called Chief Brooke "boss" last time...the police officer whose name cannot be named.
"Ah... who are you?"
"Just call me German."
He seems to be a more casual person...Why is he holding a stick?
I'm not very good at dealing with this kind of people, Ferrinold is an example.
"What's your opinion?"
"Opinions on the identity of the murderer."
"...Oh?"
Devin opened the "stick" in his hand - it turned out to be paper rolled into a cylinder.
He carelessly handed me the paper - it recorded the confessions of the people present at the inauguration ceremony, and then pointed at them one by one.
"Here - Ms. Evelin, the maid of the Earl's Palace, saw a strange waiter appearing on the fifth floor around nine o'clock in the evening, and that was the floor where the noble Lord was."
"And here - Mr. Berg, who was cleaning the house, saw a waiter-looking man hurriedly downstairs after ten o'clock in the evening."
"Also, here - someone picked up the waiter's uniform that was thrown into the fire and was not burned up."
......
Devon pointed to about seven such confessions in a row.
"According to the information at the crime scene, the noble man died between nine and ten o'clock, so the murderer must be this person pretending to be a waiter."
As expected of a professional police officer, the suspect was already identified within a few days.
"But where did the murderer's waiter uniform come from?"
"Bron and the others have already found out that a waiter's uniform is missing from the storage room on the third floor, and based on the style of the waiter's uniform, the murderer is a woman."
"That's it..."
To be honest, I don’t know much about the current progress of the case, but it’s not hard to tell from German’s words that this group of police officers had already uncovered many details of the Earl’s Mansion murder case while I was wandering around.<
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Since the efficiency is so high, there is no need for me to say anything.
"It's awesome, please continue."
So, I offered some dispensable encouragement.
"Hey, I'm not done yet, detective."
Seeing that I was leaving, Devin looked unhappy.
"What?"
"Actually, we have drawn the faces of all the guests who attended the ceremony, so we only need to ask the witnesses to identify them one by one to find the murderer."
"Well..."
"...Hey, what does 'um' mean?"
"It means 'I understand'."
Devin finally couldn't help but asked disdainfully.
"Did you hear clearly what I just said? I said, 'As long as the witnesses are asked to identify, the murderer can be found,' which means that the case will be solved after doing this, but you reacted like this?" p>
"Well...otherwise, how should I react?"
I met Devin's gaze.
"Do you think the murderer was among the guests at the ceremony?"
"Yes, this is not natural!"
"Of all the guests who came to attend the ceremony, which one knows the noble lord? Do you know about this matter?"
"This...what's there to investigate?"
"If we don't investigate clearly, how can we know the motive of the murder?"
Or is it a matter of motive for the murder?
I always feel that as a murderer who dares to assassinate in the Earl's Mansion, it is impossible not to have a motive for the murder.
Therefore, it is too one-sided to arbitrarily define the range of murderers without knowing the motive for the murder.
"The motive for the murder... is inexplicable. Wouldn't it be clear to you after you catch the murderer? It's not like you can't catch the murderer if you don't know."
"This is not okay. I don't want to wrong anyone."
After I left these words, I left without looking back.