One of them is a photo, which contains an incomplete statue made of several fragments. The other is a simple drawing, the paper has turned yellow, and it shows a strange statue. The statue in the photo is very similar to the one in the portrait.
When he saw the portrait, Xing Ze obviously felt some discomfort, which was a subconscious feeling of rejection and disgust.
"We found that portrait in the local library," the bishop explained. "It took us a lot of time."
Surprise flashed across Xing Ze's face. He didn't expect that there was a library in such a remote village.
"I'm as surprised as you are, kid," Andrea said. "When we found out there was a library there, we thought it was the name of a pub. As for the fragments, they're the Chamber of Keys, the Ministry of Magic, and the Government of the United Kingdom.
Collected from all over the country."
"You mean someone wants to scatter pieces of the statue across the country?"
Bishop Andrew nodded helplessly and said: "So far it seems like this. From the analysis of the collected fragments and the infected people, it can be seen that the fragments have a strong curse. People who are exposed to it for a long time will develop abscesses. At first, it was a small piece
, but it will slowly expand and eventually cover the whole body.
"The cursed people will become delirious, have fever, and experience delirium. But the strangest thing is that they do not feel pain. On the contrary, they will feel happy and relaxed, even when they die."
Xing Ze finally understood where the abscess on Eric's hand came from. He returned the thing in his hand to Jacob. The other party did not take it immediately, but looked at his watch first.
After learning that ten minutes had passed, Jacob asked Xing Ze to roll up his sleeves. He checked the location where the saint's blood was injected and found nothing abnormal before taking the item.
"That potion merchant, I mean, Dunn Eric, how did he get the fragment?"
"Through an underground trading network. Eric is also an antique collector. Judging from the captured fragment carriers, they are almost all antique collectors, ordinary people and wizards. So we speculate that those fragments are
Disseminated through underground auctions."
Xing Ze lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Is there any way you can let me enter Digel Village?"
"Unless necessary," the bishop said, "that place has long been overturned by the Ministry of Magic, the Key Office and the local government, but there are very few clues that can be found. I don't recommend you go there and waste your time."
Things have taken a turn for the worse, but there are also more puzzles.
Xing Ze secretly wrote down the useful information, and then asked some questions, some of which got answers, and some of which didn't.
Half an hour passed by in a flash, and the two bishops came to Xing Ze together. After some inspections, they were convinced that Xing Ze was not contaminated.
…
"Please consider our proposal, son, this is for the sake of justice." Before leaving, Bishop Andrea held Xing Ze's hand tightly and said, his eyes full of ardent desire.
Xing Ze only said that he would think about it, but still did not give a clear answer. They left through the back door, and they were picked up by Barrow Foley and Ali Shafiq. Unless there is a wizard to help, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter and leave the Huohu.
Germode, let alone a member of the church.
Maxim was the last to leave. He took a bottle of Scotch whiskey from the wine cabinet in the living room with ease. He poured a little for himself, and then asked Xing Ze if he wanted to have a drink.
"No, I want to stay awake." Xing Ze replied, waving to the house elf who brought him a cup.
"What a pity. Benson's taste has always been good." Maxim sat lazily on the sofa, "What did they say to you, Xing Ze?"
"You really want to know?"
Maxim shrugged and did not answer. Instead, he turned the topic to the inheritance, "Okay, sign it, Xing Ze. I can go back and deliver the work."
"Why did he leave his inheritance to me?"
"Who knows? His ideas have always been strange. He has never been married and has no children. Most of his relatives are dead, leaving only a nephew. The poor man joined the corpse eaters when he was young, and Benson personally brought him to
Sent to Azkaban."
"His funeral." Xing Ze sat down on the single sofa, "When will it be held? I forgot to ask Mr. R."
Maxim showed a joking smile, "Even if you ask, he won't tell you. Your level is too low to attend his funeral."
"Damn it." Xing Ze cursed.
Maxim finished the wine in his glass and put the document on the coffee table, "I have to go, Xing Ze, just sign it, don't think too much."
Xing Ze straightened up, picked up the document and began to look at it. Maxim waited quietly. It wasn't until Xing Ze finished signing that he asked: "There is a problem that has been bothering me for a long time."
"What?"
"Who would use a yellow talisman to check whether the drink is poisonous before drinking, Xing Ze? This is so strange."
"For people like me, living in your country, there is no harm in being cautious."
Maxim took back the document, thought about Xing Ze's words, laughed, nodded and said, "I agree with this."
After seeing Maxim off, Xing Ze sat down alone in the living room. He felt very tired, which reminded him of the first case he took over.
It was a girl who had been missing for three months. When the girl's father found him, he offered him a very good price. So, he investigated very carefully and spent almost half a month, but in the end he only found her head.
, the other parts basically went into the murderer’s stomach.
He vomited for a month and couldn't help but want to vomit when he saw flesh. Then he saw a psychiatrist intermittently for six months, and the cost of treatment was three times his remuneration.
Sometimes, he would occasionally think of that girl. She had long hair and big eyes. She was not particularly beautiful, but very delicate. She was twenty-two years old when she died, and she was planning to go north to find a better job.
"Do you need a cup of tea, little master?" An old voice sounded behind Xing Ze. He turned around and saw the old house elf.
Xing Ze sat up. He inherited all of Benson's property, including the house elves of course.
"May I have your name?"
"Pochi, Master Price brought it to me."
"I think you should know his bad news."
Pochi lowered his head and replied after a long while: "Yes, I heard about it."
"He died gloriously." Xing Ze consoled him, "like a warrior who slayed a dragon."
"He's always been like this." The elf's eyes lit up and he murmured, "He's always been like this."
"Sorry, Pochi, I have to go back to school." Xing Ze stood up from the sofa, "Please take care of this."
Pochi bowed and replied respectfully: "This is my duty, little master."
Xing Ze suddenly thought of something, and he asked Boqi: "Oh, by the way, do you have money? Do you have money to buy food?"
"I still have some inventory at home, which can last for a while."
Xing Ze took out the ten galleons from his pocket and gave them all to the house elf, "Take it, I probably won't be back in the near future."
"No, no, no, this is not okay." Pochi stepped back in horror, "Elves should not collect money."