"According to the chief of the Department of Public Security, Cavalry Quinn followed the trail last night and found a mansion for rent... just ahead." The coachman explained to Chai Anping while driving.
"The battle was extremely brutal. I heard that two walls were knocked down, and there were knife marks and arrow holes everywhere."
Quinn's fighting ability is not as good as the game. She was born in the countryside and was originally a hunter in a township. Later, she met Valor for various reasons and joined the border rangers with the help of the Bouvier family in the capital.
Military life allowed her to hone her skills to become extraordinary, but she is definitely not as good as the princes and geniuses like Galen who have honed their bodies and martial arts since childhood.
After all, reality is not a game, and there is no designer to give you the ability to balance.
Chai Anping was silent as he listened to the coachman's story, but he put himself in his shoes and became vigilant again.
"The two of them fought in the house for almost half a quarter of an hour. Later, they were discovered by the patrolling city guards. The criminals fled in a hurry. During the pursuit, Cavalry Quinn was attacked by the criminals and was seriously injured." The coachman lowered his tone in a serious tone.
: "The leather armor had a big gash. If the guards hadn't treated him in time, his life would have been hanging by a thread."
"After that, the city guards chased and intercepted the murderer. Two centurions fought with the murderer one after another, but they were both defeated. The murderer passed through five blocks and jumped directly into the canal out of the city. The spies who came later
There is nothing we can do.”
"Have you seen what the murderer looks like?" Chai Anping said suddenly.
"No, the incident happened suddenly. The criminal covered his face with clothes. I don't know if Cavalry Quinn saw it."
"ha……"
"What about the neighbors?"
"This... I'm not sure about this, haha... The inspector might as well go to the Public Security Department and ask about the situation." The coachman grinned: "I believe that the pursuit out of the city should have results at this time. If the murderer escapes this time,
The faces of the City Guards and the Department of Public Security are very ugly. The rangers who came back from the border found the murderer in one day, and then let them go. That’s really..."
"Tsk." Chai Anping could feel the frustration of the brother next door just by thinking about it, and he immediately started tutting too.
"But the intersections around here look...really...well-guarded."
He glanced at the street with the corner of his eyes. Apart from the police officers surrounding the house, he could still see plainclothes soldiers in twos and threes. He didn't know what they were guarding against, and they seemed to have nothing to do with these police officers...
The carriage passed by slowly, and he did not rush to get out of the carriage, but asked the driver to make a circle along the murderer's escape route.
"It's basically the shortest path. It seems like the criminal is not new to the capital." He thought to himself.
On the walls of the buildings passing by, you can occasionally see bits and pieces of blood stains that the Sheriff didn't have time to clean up.
"This is where the murderer escaped into the canal."
On the wide river, Chai Anping and the driver stood side by side on the river bank. This section of the route has been strictly enforced by the Department of Public Security, and patrol boats can be seen passing by from time to time.
Judging from their expressions, they probably haven't caught the extremely dangerous criminal yet.
"Old man, just send me here." Chai Anping bowed slightly and said gratefully, "I can go back by myself later."
"Okay, Inspector."
The coachman didn't say much, just got on the coach and drove the horses away.
Chai Anping put his hands in his pockets and sighed sadly while looking at the rolling river water.
"I hope the Sheriff's Department can get useful information from the registration information of that residence."
However, he felt that the murderer's method of committing crimes in recent times would not leave such a big loophole.
Returning to the messy house along the way he came, he showed his inspector badge and entered the house smoothly.
"Inspector Shelley, you are here too." Charles came over. He looked extremely haggard after not sleeping all night: "I have something else to do. If you want to see anything, go and see it for yourself..."
Then he led a few people and hurriedly left the house.
"It seems something happened..."
Chai Anping squinted his eyes and whispered, then walked alone into the sealed fight scene.
After a busy night, there were far fewer people walking around in the shed, and there were only one or two miserable newcomers squatting there to take charge of the hand-painted scene.
Small signboards were put up to mark the places where clues existed. After several exchanges with people from the Public Security Department, Chai Anping also got a rough idea of their case-handling process.
He started looking at the small cards in order, and a fierce fight vaguely appeared in his mind.
The steel crossbow nailed into the wall has not been pulled out. Judging from the model, it should be a small arm crossbow used by the Demacia Border Rangers. The specially customized model can also be folded and stowed away.
He also saw a few tufts of blue bird feathers mixed with the vegetation in the yard.
"I didn't notice whether Quinn was carrying any weapons last night, but these deep slash marks are obviously not knives that can be carried concealed."
The murderer is good at many weapons, but the one he is best at is probably the knife.
After walking through the scene of the fight between Quinn and the murderer, Chai Anping couldn't help but secretly sighed. If he had been here last night... it might have been even worse than Quinn!
After receiving the on-site report from a police officer, Chai Anping asked the surrounding neighbors about their inspections.
"Inspector, we have already asked around here." The Sheriff said a little discouraged: "The owners of the two houses next door have moved out of the capital for more than a year, while the residents of the houses further away have basically never been seen, and even
I didn’t even know that new residents had arrived here.”
"Where is the household registration information?" Chai Anping frowned slightly.
"This is a house rented by a dental shop in the city. The owner of the household is a big nobleman from the countryside. The dental shop rents it out. The most recent rental information was signed by a local chamber of commerce employee named Adolf six months ago. It was signed directly.
Paid one year's rent.
After our investigation, we found that all the identity documents of this person were false, and the bank ignored this because he paid the rent directly."
"That is...useless."
Sure enough.
Chai Anping handed the report back to the Sheriff. He rented the house half a year ago. Where did he start investigating this?
According to the neighbors... he had never seen the front door of the house open at all. He had just made a special inspection of the kitchen, and it turned out that everything that was clean was... gray.
"I'm afraid this is just a resting place. Damn...it's so rich."
Cursing in his heart, Chai Anping walked out of the house. He frowned and looked ahead. On the street, Director Charles was glaring at a centurion in armor. He couldn't hear what he was cursing.
He moved forward calmly, and saw Charles spitting like stars: "What military exercise!? Bullshit! This is a crime scene, what do you mean by prohibiting us, the Sheriff, from entering! If anything happens, you can afford it."
?"
"Get out of my way!"
"I have the military order, don't ask me to repeat it again, this area is prohibited from entry!"
At this time, a short, thin, middle-aged man in unusual clothes came behind the strong man. He patted the strong centurion on the shoulder and motioned for him to get out of the way.
"Director Charles, this is...this person's order."
He opened his palm and gave Charles a look at the golden token in his hand, then immediately put it away: "Don't disturb him anymore. He will leave after our exercise is over. If the murderer dares to show up, we will help you catch him."
.”
"This is……"
"Silence!"
"Yes, let's leave now..." Charles' face became solemn, and his anger disappeared immediately. Instead, he bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man: "Long live Demacia!"