Wizard Count

Although it was late at night, Valverde was not lying on the bed in the dark bedroom. Hu hu fell asleep. Instead, he was dressed in formal clothes and sat on a chair in the bedroom, facing There was a serene smile on the door of the room, and he held a revolver in his right hand hanging down!

At this time, the gun in Connor's hand is aiming at Valverde's head. As long as he makes a slight change, he will shoot immediately. However, Valverde doesn't seem to realize that he is in danger yet. With a weird look with a peaceful smile on his face, he just looked at Connor motionless like that.

Time seems to have stopped in this brief moment, and the room is quiet, allowing Connor to feel his heavy breathing.

Looking at Valverde’s appearance carefully, Connor's mind suddenly moved, as if thinking of something, a touch of determination flashed across his face, and he pointed the gun at Valverde’s head vigilantly, and cautiously opened the room in the room. Gas lamp.

"Da!"

With a crisp sound, a faint flame of the gas lamp ignited, and the orange red flame passed through the glass lampshade, instantly bringing brightness to the dark bedroom Light.

"Hoo······" exhales one mouthful of impure air, Connor with a solemn expression slowly lowered his revolver aimed at Valverde's head, and as the bright light appeared, Connor could It is clear that a hideous blood hole is appearing on Valverde's temple.

And on the wall next to Valverde, the bright red blood and ash-gray brains spattered, just hanging there unabashedly.

No matter how you look at Valverde, he is now a dead man without any doubt!

Observing the tragic situation closely, Connor fixed his eyes on the revolver in Valverde's right hand, and a vision that he felt was very absurd appeared in his mind.

"Chip, analyze the death method of the deceased right now!" Connor is not sure whether the facts are really as he imagined. He needs the results of the chip analysis to prove his vision.

"Dip! The analysis is complete. The deceased committed suicide by shooting. Through ballistic analysis, the gun used by the deceased to commit suicide was the revolver held by his right hand!" Connor did not wait for a long time, and the chip was as fast as ever Gave the answer Connor wanted.

Hearing the results of the chip analysis, Connor's face changed strangely. This result really coincides with what he guessed. Valverde actually committed suicide!

Although I don’t know why Valverde shot himself at night after extorting himself during the day, Connor didn’t think much about this issue. Instead, he immediately began to search the entire detective office. He wanted to make sure Did Valverde leave a written record of his affairs?

Half an hour later, he searched Connor who found nothing, took a deep look at Valverde in the bedroom, still with a serene smile on his face, then turned and left the Valverde detective office. .

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"Connor, you didn’t rest last night Okay? Your study is so bad today!" Ms. Denise, a lecturer in the Byzantine History Course at Green University, slightly frowned, asked the students sitting in the first row with great concern: "I'm sorry , Ms. Denise, I rested a bit late last night, sorry!" Connor, who was dozing off, quickly stood up and explained with an apologetic expression:

"youngster, pay attention to temperance!" Dan Ms. Niss said meaningfully:

"hahahahahaha!" Connor's classmates have a big laughter in the classroom. Among them, Connor's good friend George laughed loudest.

"teacher, I..." Connor looked embarrassed and just wanted to open his mouth to explain, but didn't know how to say it.

"Okay, okay, youngster's body is your own. You can borrow the notes for this class from other students. Don't do this tomorrow! Sit down!" Ms. Denise is very tolerant , Forgave Connor, waved his hand to signal that Connor could sit down.

Sit back to the position, Connor shook the head insignificantly. Ms. Denise was right. He didn’t have a good rest last night, but it’s not just the day yesterday, that night. In the three days since he returned from Valverde's detective office, Connor has not had a good rest. He has been thinking about a question, why did Valverde commit suicide?

He only blackmailed himself during the day, and there was no reason to commit suicide at night, and his suicide was so strange that Connor can still think of the serene smile on Valverde's old face.

From the standpoint of human nature, Connor doesn't think that such a greedy, cunning, and despicable detective would use suicide to end his life.

If Valverde committed suicide, from the point of view of logical reasoning, it would be impossible to explain it anyway!

But if Valverde was murdered and the murderer faked suicide, then maybe everything can be explained. Although his Assistance Chip confirmed that Valverde was a suicide, the serene smile on Valverde’s face made him Connor, an apprentice primary level wizard, thought of another possibility!

That is extraordinary power! The power of wizard!

If the truth is true, then everything has a reasonable explanation!

"By the way, Connor, your mentor, Professor Reyes, asked you to visit him after class. He seems to have something to tell you." The bell rang after class, and Ms. Denise reminded Connor Said:

"Thank you!" Although I don't know what the Reyes mentor is, Connor still smiled politely and thanked Ms. Denise nodded.

Walking on the way to the villa where Reyes lived, Connor hesitated to take this opportunity to tell Reyes about his other hidden worry, the green light spot, and seek his help.

the past few days, he tried to use his spirit strength to remove the green light spots on his arms, but they all failed without exception. This made Connor realize the reality. Now there is no ability to be alone, but get rid of the green light spot.

As time goes by, Spirit Worship Church finds its own probabilities through the green dots of light, and the most practical way is to prevent this from happening. Seek help from his mentor Reyes.

Walking to the door of the villa, and knocking gently on the door of the villa, Connor hesitated to make up his mind.

The door of the villa slowly opened, but the person who appeared after opening the door was not Ferguson, the mentor Connor was familiar with, but an old man dressed up as a steward with a rickety figure.