Strange looked at Everett as if he were an idiot, and finally shook his head and didn't bother to pay attention to this guy at all.
Although this guy's idea is very novel, and Strange has indeed brought the herbalism he learned in the magical world back to the ordinary world for use.
But that is for the future. Now Strange is still completing the tasks assigned by Noah, and he really has no time to think about these things.
After shaking his head, Strange walked directly towards the basement of Comia's house, and Everett shrugged indifferently and followed.
Although it was his first time to come to this house, Everett was obviously very talented in this area, or it could be said that his instinct from his previous profession allowed him to quickly find the entrance to the basement.
"It should be here." Everett pointed to a door and said: "In this style of house, the entrance to the basement is usually located near the living room on the first floor. And have you noticed that this door is obviously covered?
It's locked, but other doors don't have this problem."
"It seems that she is avoiding this incident, both physically and mentally." Strange nodded: "Seriously, what do you think of what she just said?"
"I don't have any idea, until I find the body or other evidence." Everett spread his hands: "She is very scared and unwilling to recall the previous things, which means she may have had some bad experience. Such an experience
Let her suffer and let her choose to forget, but she is also a suspect, right?"
Strange nodded, and Everett obviously thought about it with him.
Indeed, if we don't consider werewolves and other things, I'm afraid that the person who came to them for help may really be a murderer, because Strange found that this kind of bloody truth is getting stronger and stronger.
'Is there something wrong with the truth potion?'
Strange thought silently in his heart that even after drinking the truth serum, Comia was still repeating words like 'werewolves eat people'.
But regardless of the outcome, Strange felt that he should continue to investigate.
Raising his hand slightly, the light golden luster gathered into the shape of a six-pointed star. Strange concentrated and shook his hand slightly: "The Alaho hole is open!"
As his words fell, the door in front of them suddenly made a 'click' sound.
Everett glanced at Strange in confusion, and the next moment he noticed that the door actually opened by itself, even though there was a pile of things behind the door that seemed to be pushed open by invisible force!
"Wow!" Everett glanced at Strange in disbelief: "I think it would be a better choice for you to be a thief or a locksmith? What kind of spell is this? The opening spell?"
"Idiot." Strange rolled his eyes: "The Opening of Alajo is indeed a spell used to open locks. It is even called the 'thief's friend'. But this thing can't open any door.
At least the place where I study cannot be opened."
"Where did you study?"
Everett heard Strange talk about things like 'the place where he studied' and 'his mentor' more than once.
However, Strange never said where the place was specifically, which made Everett very interested.
Shaking his head, Everett thought it was better not to think about these things.
Touching his chin, Everett asked curiously: "Opening spells, attack spells, spells to wake people up and put them to sleep, what else can you honestly say?"
"It's more or less, not much. But among the spells I have mastered, this is probably the one I am most familiar with."
"Opening spell? Why? Do you often have to open other people's doors?"
"No, where I study, the WIFI password is this."
"..."
The two chatted all the way, but the more they entered the basement, the more silent they became.
This basement is not too small, because it is also connected to the garage next to it, but the door to the garage seems to be locked.
And the further down he went, the more Strange seemed to be able to smell a smell that was so strong that it was nauseating.
Strange was 100% sure that this was definitely the smell of blood, but it was so clean underneath that there seemed to be no sign that anyone had been there.
This situation made Strange frown. It was obvious that Strange judged that this place was definitely where the incident happened.
The person who caused the accident is probably Mia Lester, the woman who lives next door to Comia.
But what about the body?
Strange looked around and found no trace of any corpse at all.
Moreover, the ventilation conditions of this ghost place are okay. If Strange hadn't used magic, he probably wouldn't have discovered that something big had happened here.
"Sherlock." Just as Strange was deep in thought, Everett suddenly shouted: "Look here."
"What's wrong, John?" Strange looked in the direction Everett pointed, and suddenly he noticed this mark on an iron frame.
Strange immediately walked over and inspected it carefully, and soon he frowned: "It's a scratch, but it's a mark of human scratching."
"Yes, that's right." Everett nodded: "On women's hands, because there is some red residue left in the mark, it's not blood, I think it should be nail polish. Also, in that place, it's
I also found some hair near the parking lot where we came in."
"Hair?" Strange walked over, and soon he saw a very inconspicuous hair.
Strange picked it up and smelled it, while his brain was running wildly: "This is not human hair, this texture... is wolf hair, but it is very strange, it actually has the smell of perfume."
Strange looked at the hair in his hands and smiled. It could be seen that he seemed to have found the point now.
Obviously this place should be the scene of a murder, and the perpetrator was definitely a werewolf, and a very interesting one at that.
"It seems we are going to visit Mr. Leicester's house, John." Strange looked at the hair in his hands and said.
"Indeed. This is a wealthy area with a complete security system. However, Ms. Comia said that when she called the police, the police also came to investigate but found nothing."
Everett said: "The police investigation will definitely look at the surveillance, which means there is nothing on the surveillance."
"And this perfume is from Dior, a brand produced in France that represents the essence of noble and elegant lifestyle." Strange smiled: "Most people will not spend money on this because it is too expensive."
"So, the werewolf who took action should be a human now?" Everett guessed: "But I am sure he is very rich, and with the surveillance, he should be living in this community."
Strange glanced at Everett, this guy was indeed a CIA agent.
If it hadn't been for this guy, Strange didn't think he would have been able to solve the case, but he also felt that he wouldn't have found so many clues so quickly.
Shaking his head, Strange stopped thinking about these things. He was now very curious about Mia Lester's living situation.
Although Ms. Comia said that the Lester couple basically had no enemies, and they lived very happily together.
But family tragedies or extreme mentalities are almost always caused by a thought or long-term depression.
Strange plans to get some information from Mia Lester's husband to see if they have offended anyone or said anything wrong, especially about their neighbors.
After coming out of the basement, the two of them did not wake up Comia, but walked directly towards Mia Lester's home.
I have to say that these two families are really close to each other, almost as if they are only separated by a wall.
No wonder the werewolf chose to commit the crime in Ms. Comia's basement, because the two garages are basically connected.
Coupled with the distance of a wall and the various flower beds and trees as obstructions, I'm afraid even the camera won't be able to capture anything.
"By the way, John." When the two of them came to the gate, Strange suddenly said: "When they ask later, they will say that we are private detectives and that we were commissioned by Ms. Comia.
Private detective. Do you know?"
"Of course." Everett nodded: "Seriously, I'm going to remind you if you don't tell me. You must know that there are more people who don't believe in you exorcists than who believe in you. But this is not to doubt this profession.
Whether it exists or not, it’s because there are too many liars.”
"If you don't emphasize the last sentence, no one will treat you as a mute."
"Hey Sherlock, you want me to be mute?"
Strange didn't bother to pay attention at all. He rang the doorbell of Lester's house directly, and then the two of them waited quietly.
After about a few seconds, the communicator on the door was turned on, and a voice that sounded a little low and lost came from the intercom?
"Gentlemen, who are you looking for?" The voice was that of a man. Although it sounded very low, he still maintained etiquette.
"Is this Mr. Lester?" Strange replied with his beautiful London accent: "We are detectives. Ms. Comia felt that something was not right because of Mrs. Lester's disappearance. She
I hope we can understand the situation."
"Is it Ellie?" The man's voice came quickly. After thinking about it for a while, the man continued: "Okay gentlemen, please come in."
As soon as the words fell, the electronic lock of the door was opened. Strange and Everett looked at each other, and then they walked in together.
Not long after, a tall and handsome man walked out of the room. The next moment, both Strange and Everett showed a slightly surprised expression.
Because they smelled the scent of Dior Homme perfume on this man!