Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

In the afternoon, all the detectives gathered together to continue discussing the case in Detective Essinger's living room.

Since he didn't know the identity of the murderer, Klein couldn't figure out how to guide him.

After letting everyone discuss for a while, Detective Essinger suddenly said:

"Yesterday's discussion gave me a lot of inspiration. I further investigated the victims' family life and their relationship with their husbands, and found an interesting thing."

The whispering in the living room stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to Essinger who was sitting in the easy chair.

"I found that the victims had all betrayed their marriages. They all had secret lovers. Some of them broke off their relationship long ago, and some kept in touch until they were killed."

Hearing this, a detective said:

"This must be a breaking point. The murderer must be someone who the victims knew well, otherwise how could they know something that even their husbands don't know."

This is not necessarily the case. Extraordinary people of the devil path can directly see uncleanness and depravity. Maybe they just took a second look in the crowd and were singled out to plant a curse.

Klein thought to himself.

Do you want to let the magic lamp report again tonight?

How about going to the Church of St. Hirland, God of Steam and Machinery?

Anyway, Klein didn't want the magic lamp to report to St. Samuel's Church of the Evernight Goddess.

"You can start with their friends or servants..."

The discussion continued. Klein maintained a dignified expression, as if he was listening carefully and thinking seriously, but in fact he had already started to lose his mind, thinking about what to do if the magic lamp made a scene in St. Hirland's Church again.

You still have to rely on yourself, the magic lamp is always so unreliable.

Besides reporting directly, is there any other way to alert the police to the identity of the murderer?

After the discussion ended, Klein walked out of Isinger's house with Stuart. Along the way, Stuart was very active.

He said a little excitedly:

"Compared to the previous commission with ghost elements, I prefer this kind of pure murder case. I found the truth bit by bit from the complicated clues, which excited me. I felt that my mind was colliding and jumping."

No, it's not pure, the serial killer of the demon path is much more terrifying than the Wraith Shadow.

Klein showed an expectant smile and agreed with the other party.

"If we can sift out the intersections from people who were in close contact with the victims, we might be able to target the killer directly. Although it is a large project, I think it is worth the effort."

"Or we can first do a psychological close-up of the murderer and narrow the scope of screening. He should be a man. Dismembering a corpse is a labor-intensive task. Then there may be a wife who betrayed him, so he hates women so much. Finally, his appearance... ...It should be dark and prey, people with dark psychology are often reflected in their face and temperament, they may also look ordinary or ugly, and have been discriminated against by women..."

On the contrary, he was quite handsome.

Klein retorted in his heart.

When he was about to walk to the subway entrance, Klein suddenly thought that he didn't need to be obsessed with reporting directly, as long as he attracted the attention of the official Extraordinary and investigated this person. If he could confirm the murderer's identity, as long as it was appropriate, he could use the "Grand Thief" Identity walks the way.

After all, with Rosago's Extraordinary characteristics, I am half a Sequence Five, Klein thought to himself.

...

Stuart had a busy day, investigating friends and family of the victims. In the evening, Detective Sherlock, who has always been so stingy that he never entertained himself with good tea, actually offered to treat himself to a meal as a thank you for introducing him to the case of solving serial killers and expanding his network in the detective circle.

Stuart was very happy, and even ordered a lot of drinks on the table, and Detective Sherlock kept a sincere smile all the time.

In order to show his drinking capacity, Stuart voluntarily rejected Sherlock's proposal of hiring a rented carriage, saying that he was not drunk at all and could take a public carriage. His home was only a short street away from the public carriage stop. .

After getting out of the carriage smoothly, Stuart turned into a street with sparse street lights. After crossing this street, he arrived at his residence in St. George's District, which is closer to the southeast factory area.

The dim street lights were weakly lit, and there were large shadows everywhere on the street. Although the alcohol had paralyzed Stuart's nerves, he still couldn't help but feel the idea that ghosts would pop out of the shadows at any time, so he accelerated his speed. pace.

Stuart suddenly found that a section of streetlights in front of him was broken, and there was only one left, flickering on and off with difficulty, and it seemed that it would not last long, and it would go out at any time. It kept making crackling noises, It is especially clear on the empty streets in the middle of winter night.

In that blurred darkness, Stuart vaguely saw a squatting silhouette, he seemed to be wearing a hood and a robe, his arms were waving rhythmically up and down, sending out irregular blunt ring.

Stuart took a few steps forward, trying to see what the man was doing.

At this time, the red moon just swam through the gaps between several layers of thick clouds, and sprinkled a faint crimson on the earth.

I saw the thing in the man's hand flashing coldly, reflecting the blood-red light, and I could vaguely see drops of bright red falling down, and looking at the ground, pieces of unknown objects were scattered randomly, and there were piles of unidentifiable objects around. What kind of crimson is it? Liquid is gurgling and spreading.

Stuart sobered up immediately.

The hooded man immediately stood up and turned around, facing Stuart and raised his sharp dagger.

At this moment, the street lamp that was still alive just returned its light, and the orange light shone on the man's face. A handsome face was clearly reflected in Stuart's eyes, full of malice.

"Kill...kill...kill!"

"Help!"

"Killer!"

"Help!"

Stuart turned and ran, ignoring the liquid running down his trousers.

He shouted as he ran, his feet pounding the ground, and he ran desperately towards St. Hirland's Church, because it was much closer than the police station.

Stuart had never run so fast in his life. He didn't bother to check whether there was anyone chasing after him, but just ran forward recklessly.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode, and his whole body was completely soaked, and the little wine he drank at night had long since evaporated.

Finally, he saw the pointed building with the triangular holy emblem with gears and levers, and he rushed into it like a carriage that got out of control.

This action immediately alarmed the worshipers in the church who had not yet left, as well as the bishops and priests who presided over the confession and confession.

Seeing his distressed appearance, a priest immediately came up to inquire about the situation, and Stuart was panting heavily, unable to even speak.

The priest waited patiently on the spot, and after a while, Stuart said hoarsely:

"I ran into a murder scene, it was that, that serial killer."