Burke said disapprovingly: "You can't explain too much to Muggles. An answer often brings up more questions. In addition, we always need to find a place to store the body. What does it look like outside?
"As for the blockade, the toxin of the snake grass is not too strong. There is a sewage inlet over there, so the sea water will naturally dilute the toxin."
Snake grass is one of the common poisons in the magic world. It is a required question in the potions exam. Generally speaking, the poison made from it will have a special smell and is very easy to identify.
Burke's words are not unreasonable, but if you think about it carefully, you can find that he actually wants Muggles to carry the corpses, because those corpses may explode at any time, which is quite dangerous even for wizards.
However, Xing Ze had no intention of exposing all this. He was not stupid enough to be so righteous, "Okay, then I'd better listen to your explanation quietly."
A cleared his throat and said: "This is related to the secrets of the Slytherin family. We don't have so much time to talk about it. But I hope you can launch an investigation, Xing Ze."
"So, is this a private commission?" Xing Ze asked uncertainly.
"Yes, it is a private entrustment and does not go through the key hall." A said, "I will ask Burke to hand over the details to you."
"Is there any reward?"
A frowned and replied: "Of course there will be a reward. All the expenses during the investigation will be borne by the Slytherin family. After the matter is completed, I will give you a satisfactory reward."
"Very good." Xing Ze nodded, "Then at least tell me, what am I looking for?"
"Find the creature that killed those four people."
"biology?"
A took a deep breath and said, "Although I can't be sure yet, the four corpses are arranged to form an S. As far as I know, only a very few dream creatures will arrange the corpses like this."
His tone was trembling. Xing Ze could tell that A was afraid of something.
"I don't think you know the names of those creatures, or their origins."
"It is only recorded in the unknown history of my family, and most of them are fragmented, obscure and difficult to understand."
Having said this, A took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "It's almost time, I have to deal with those annoying politicians. Sorry, Xing Ze, your home visit plan may have to be delayed."
Xing Ze shook his head, indicating that it was okay.
Maybe I have to thank you for pulling me out of this predicament, he thought in his mind. If it weren't for that special letter, he might have spent the whole night telling his story to the Weasleys.
"Since this is a private commission, A, I also have requirements."
"Say it."
"Send the body to St. Mungo's and have it dissected by Therapist Ackerman."
"You have to understand, Xing Ze, your team members are still being evaluated." A reminded.
Xing Ze replied with a faint smile: "This is a private commission, A, it does not go through the Key Hall, and you are not entrusting me with the investigation as a senior member of the Key Hall. In this case, why are you still bothering with the assessment?"
A was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "It's really interesting. The body can be dissected by Ackerman, but the investigation must be completed by you alone. This matter cannot be leaked to anyone."
"J?" Xing Ze looked at his former partner, "Aren't you here to investigate with me?"
"I'm sorry, friend." John waved his hand and said, "I am your liaison this time. What's more, I have to help the Round Table develop contacts in the Ministry of Magic, so wish yourself well."
Xing Ze nodded helplessly, "I have one more request. I need a car."
…
Half an hour later, Xing Ze had a simple report and a car key in his hand. John set up an awning next to him and looked for the car.
"Damn it, how do those Muggles identify their own cars?" he muttered somewhat depressedly.
Xing Ze pressed the car key, and with a few beeps, a blue Jaguar XJ flashed its taillights. "Identify it this way," he said to John.
The two got into the car. John twisted a few times to find the best sitting position. He asked with some confusion: "We can get to the meeting point faster."
"There's still an hour before we meet the detective, J." Xing Ze said, "There's enough time, and I also want to ask you something."
"Before you ask, can I ask if you know how to drive this thing?"
Xing Ze started the car, "Of course. Don't forget what I have done before."
"Oh, I remember." John took out the wine bottle and took a sip, "So, you and that detective were once together."
"That's right. I'm curious, J. Why did the Slytherin family hire a squib detective?"
"Didn't Burke write it all in the report he gave you?"
"To hell with the report, tell me, my friend. You must know something."
John looked out the window and passed the building, "Okay, okay, kid. I know that even if I don't tell, you will find out eventually.
"Frank, that squib detective. He is very famous, both in the wizarding world and the Muggle world. Many big families entrust him to investigate things."
"What does the Slytherin family want Mr. Frank to look for?"
Lark told him the body was highly poisonous."
John put away the wine bottle, shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. I only know that the book is called "Snake's Teeth", and it is rumored to be one of the important lost treasures of the Slytherin family."
"Snake Fang?" Xing Ze repeated the name, trying to find relevant information from his memory, but there was nothing.
"Interesting. What else, J, what else do you know?"
"Frack is an eccentric person. According to his own words, although he is a detective, he will not issue an investigation report. He will only report when necessary. Of course, if a customer takes the initiative to ask him, he will also answer, provided that
He remembers to reply to your letter."
"Ah, I see. You're not just my liaison, you're also the weird detective liaison."
"That's it, you don't know how narcissistic that guy is. If possible, I really hope I can use a magic spell on him to make him suffer a little bit."
"why not?"
"He has a powerful magic item, and ordinary spells will not work on him. In addition, he is very good at skills, and he also knows some spells, although those spells are prohibited. Otherwise, a person who knows that
The squib with many family secrets has long since died on the streets."
"It makes sense. It seems like this Frank has caused you a lot of hardships."
"No." John looked depressed, "I looked for him three times, but he was kicked out each time. The guy even called me a homeless man. That time I made him hang upside down from the ceiling for an hour."
"Where's that powerful magic item?"
"He won't always carry it with him." John showed a meaningful smile.