To be fair, this is indeed a major breakthrough. I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about the "black and white picture" Tariq described. But Hitzfeld really didn't want to lose face and make a request to Tariq, so she decided to ignore the matter for the time being and let Ethan and the others show it to her in a few days. Tariq boasted for a long time and found that the gray-haired girl opposite him didn't move at all. Even looked at her as if she was mentally retarded. "take it." She suddenly felt very bored and threw the envelope across the way. She's just a little girl. It's so childish to brag to her... "This is... a letter from Commissioner Villefort?" Hitzfeld glanced at the signature on the envelope, his face showing some surprise.
She really didn't expect that Villefort would write to her. why? Apart from that eavesdropping, Villefort had no other experience with her. From the way he left, it seemed that he had not realized that she was awake at that time - he did not even know her at that time and called her "a girl"! "how could I know." Tariq lazily leaned back on the sofa. "Maybe your mockery of the Larence family has become a big deal. Please go over and apologize." "You seem to wish bad luck to Xia and me, Agent Tariq." Hitzfeld opened the letter while mocking her. “I never hide the competition.” Tariq snorted. "That arrogant guy, I just want her to know that she is not the only one who deserves sympathy in this line of work... What are you doing——?" Before she could finish her words, she was pounced on by the girl. Together, the two of them overturned the sofa using inertia and gravity, just in time to block a large amount of exploding powder. "Powder of fern roots of poisonous stegosaurus." When she was at a loss, she heard a cold voice in her ear. "Looks like you're going to have to balance your merits with your demerits, Agent Tariq." Chapter 32 April Murder After a while, a group of plainclothes police secretly blocked No. 221-222. This is a relatively lucky place - because of the haunted house legend that has been circulating for many years, no one dares to go to the part of the archway above the second floor. They only need to block the doorway on the first floor to solve the problem.
At No. 221, several plainclothes officers wearing masks were using spray tools to clean the air in the living room. The ceiling, walls, floors, miscellaneous furniture...all objects were sprayed with a layer of compound medicine, which formed a thin layer of mud after cooling. The cleaning was not completed until all the mud was scraped off. The two parties involved in the attack, Hitzfeld and Tariq, stood in the corridor. Alfred was also there, and in front of them was a man in a white coat and a mask, with a tabletop stand on his waist, on which there was a set of experimental equipment. Everyone watched as he extracted a portion of the mud powder for inspection and testing, and finally concluded: "Indeed... this is fern root powder from the poisonous stegosaurus." Alfred's face suddenly darkened. The poisonous sword dragon grass is a poison. It is named so because its leaves are like serrated sword leaves and are highly poisonous from the leaves to the rhizomes. "How do you know it's this thing?" He immediately turned to ask Hitzfeld. "The leaves of the poisonous stegosaurus are less toxic, especially the newly grown young leaves. Crush them to extract the juice, and then dilute it with water. It can be used to make perfume, which has an extremely mild hallucinogenic effect." Hitzfeld replied. "Before I completely opened the envelope, I felt that the image I saw was a little distorted. This is a sign of excessive accumulation of poisonous stegosaurus toxins." "You really learned well from her." Alfred tapped his chin, very satisfied with the explanation. "Um..." Tariq touched Hitzfeld reluctantly. "Why are you……" Why did you pounce on me at the last moment? Tariq didn't quite understand why. She and Xia Yibing are competitors, and she came here to disgust them. Since Aisuen Hitzfeld has a good relationship with Xia Yibing, shouldn't he hate her? He actually saved her? ... According to normal thinking, shouldn't we suspect she is the murderer? "Once this thing spreads, it will be difficult to prevent it within three meters." Hitzfeld said bluntly, "No murderer would be stupid enough to sit there at that time." She had already put it very mildly. She had seen through Tariq. Although this woman was annoying, she was not a bad person by nature. When I mocked her at that time, she didn't get angry, but admitted it without any concealment, and even seemed a little complacent about it. If all villains could be as stupid... and lovable as this woman, police detectives would have a much easier time. "really!" Tariq didn't understand the underlying meaning of these words, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course I can't be the murderer who poisoned him!" "But this is your negligence!" The next moment, Alfred's face was almost touching hers, "Director Villefort's letter was poisoned, and you didn't even notice it... Harun Tariq, you have to take full responsibility for this!!!" “Ah, this…!” They were arguing outside, and Hitzfeld fell into deep thought again. Although the letter was sent by Villefort, the poison powder could not be related to him.
Anyone who hears about this will think this at the first time: The dignified Director Shadow Lion poisoned a former private detective and current assistant teacher, and used this method... There is no need for this at all! Her identity was far from enough for someone to do this, so the purpose of the attack was very intriguing. Is it to frame Villefort, distract Shadow Lion from this aspect, and muddy the waters... or is it to frame or take revenge on Tariq? After all, Tariq and the 10th Team did find some clues, which may have disrupted the murderer's plan, so it is not impossible to take revenge in this way. Of course, there is actually an unlikely possibility: the murderer wanted to kill Hitzfeld. This possibility is very low. First of all, she did not make any progress in the case. Secondly, she did not fully participate in the case. Not many people even knew of her existence. There had to be a motive to kill her. Without any motive, Hitzfeld felt it was unlikely that it was directed at him. Just as Hitzfeld was thinking, Xia Yibing also arrived. She came alone, ran upstairs exhausted, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Hitzfeld standing there unharmed. "Officer Xia." Because there were many outsiders present, Alfred addressed her formally, "Why are you here?" "I'll come and see if there are any casualties in the second attack." Xia Yibing said simply. "The second time?" Everyone, including Hitzfeld, noticed this quantifier. "Baron Clark had an accident two hours ago." The woman's voice was very low. "This is the curse of April, and this is the fifth person killed by the tickets." …… When it got dark, a buzzing sound came from the street. Baron Clark's residence is located in Yongen District, which is the aristocratic district. There is a small church every few miles here. Tonight happens to be the eternal night, and many people gathered on the street, praying while walking towards the church. This mansion is the only exception. A row of black-clad policemen stood outside the yard, each holding a dog. The barking of dogs was heard one after another, forcing many nobles to bypass this place. "That's Baron Clark's mansion..." "There are so many police officers. Is there something wrong?" "Could it be that Baron Clark has also been cursed..." "That terrible ticket curse..." They stared at the sealed-off mansion and talked among themselves, many of them with fear on their faces. Nobles are also human beings, and they are more afraid of death than ordinary people. The details of the ticket case were deliberately blocked, and they didn't know who was cursed. But at least they could find out that the serial murders in the past few months were all related to a ticket. As a result, the VIP box at the Ice Dragon Stadium has been empty for nearly half a year.
Inside the mansion, Hitzfeld followed Xia Yibing to the crime scene. This is a bedroom. There were guards outside the door and in the corridor, but no one was inside. As soon as Xia Yibing opened the door, she smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. She followed the door and immediately saw a scary bloody man lying on the carpet in the middle of the bedroom. Its body was completely stiff, and because of its strange posture, it couldn't be put into a kneeling position, so it could only lie on its side with its limbs spread out on a bloody, torn sackcloth. Wait, that doesn't look like rags— As they got closer, especially when they saw Xia Yibing lifting a corner of the thing with the tip of her shoe, many people showed disgusted expressions. That's human skin. Alfred walked forward, ignoring his nausea, grabbed the bloody man's arm and turned him over. They saw its expression clearly: distorted and desperate, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, all its facial features squeezed together. He covered his throat with both hands and opened his mouth wide, as if he was making a silent roar. Alfred forced its hand open and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "Everything is the same as before, the only difference is that the death is more miserable." Hitzfeld saw him shake his head slightly. "Tear off the skin, sew the person in, and then seal the gap, so that the person is suffocated to death by his own skin." "This bastard, he doesn't really think he's doing art..." Chapter 33: The Only Spirit Possessed Baron Clark's body brought a strong shock to everyone. Some agents gathered outside the door and whispered to each other. From time to time, some young faces could be seen shouting indignantly, waving their arms and arguing fiercely about something. "Young people are impatient." Alfred came up behind the girl, held her shoulders and turned her around. "Let's go." "You are not from this system after all. The fact that you can see here is already a special case. If someone asks about it later, it will be difficult for Xia to explain." "Alfred." Hitzfeld glanced back at the room. The black-haired woman with a ponytail was squatting there examining the body and didn't notice that she had left. She felt a little disappointed, but continued to ask, "What about you? I feel like you don't seem to be from any team..." "I haven't been one for a long time." Alfred laughed. "I have been dealing with them for too long, so long that even if I am still willing to sacrifice, the higher-ups dare not use me anymore." "Why?" Hitzfeld continued to ask him, "Because you are afraid that you will be contaminated?" This made Alfred look at her differently.
"It seems that Ethan also told you something." He nodded, "Yes, there is indeed such a hidden danger." "The source of the power of evil spirits is the evil thoughts in people's hearts. So it is impossible for anyone to not be affected. In addition, some extraordinary people also need to borrow power from nightmares, which means that the pollution efficiency is doubled." "So I stopped working on the front line decades ago. I just visited places, ran errands, and helped them with some logistical work." "Alfred." Hitzfeld took a breath, "I want to know if there is any way to quickly increase the strength of my spiritual power." She felt that she was a little weak in the group of extraordinary people.
