Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 65: Help others for fun

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Wendel is no stranger to murder. hearing this is not frightened, so calmly let the woman who gazed across the door into the room.

He immediately saw a man lying on the floor and saw blood on his chest.

"Are you sure you are dead?" Wendell asked a question peacefully.

The lady in her twenties was at a loss, and then replied uncertainly:

"Should... I don't know..."

"If there is any rescue, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately." Wendel's tone was like talking to the patient's family, not a murderer.

The lady holding the **** dagger turned sideways unconsciously, giving way.

Wendel walked a few steps closer to the victim.

He doesn’t need to squat down, he just glances at his eyes and makes judgments from various signs:

"It is indeed dead."

Twenty-year-old women with linen hair and slightly messy hair have no obvious expression changes, looking down at their toes:

"You call the police."

"What do you call it?" Wendell had heard the rapid footsteps on the stairs.

Obviously, the waiter or the hotel owner heard the screams and came up to check the news.

"Tracy..." the young lady, who was wild and pure, replied in a low voice.

She then fell into her own world and didn't say another word.

Wendall is about to say something. The hotel owner who helped him check in has rushed to the door.

"Goddess!" The elderly man yelled after seeing the situation in the room.

Wendle pressed down with his right hand, motioned to calm down, and then said:

"You go to the police immediately, I will watch here."

His temperament and his words have a feeling of trust and obedience. The hotel owner didn’t talk at all, turned his body immediately, and ran downstairs.

For Wendell, it was only a gentleman’s habit to come and check the movements at first. In fact, he did not have the idea of ​​blending deeply. After all, he still has a task, but Miss Tracy’s daze, disengagement, and strong work The cold attitude gave him some pity. This is a normal reaction of a man.

He looked around and said as if talking to the air:

"Not all homicides are punishable by severe sentences, there are many situations."

Tracy raised her head slowly and turned her attention to this gentleman.

She seemed to be confused and confused in the pupils.

Wendle glanced at her bruised face:

"He beat you?"

"Uh." The other party seemed to have some authority, so Tracy who wanted to remain silent finally answered.

Wendell's eyes moved down and fell on the dagger that was no longer bleeding:

"Did you bring it here, or was he?"

Tracy’s response was a little slow:

"He."

Wendle nodded slightly:

"Legal defense is in accordance with the law. I can prove to the police that you are having a violent quarrel beforehand and there is fighting. Obviously, in this respect, men have a natural advantage. I am not discriminating against women. It is science and experience that tell us this."

He paused and asked:

"What is the relationship between you and what happened?"

Tracy’s pupils moved a bit, recovering from the state of deep self-closure and abstraction from reality.

She is like answering Mr. Police’s question, with a little hope and sadness in her eyes:

"I am, oh, I am his mistress."

Speaking of which, there is a smile of self-deprecation on Tracy's face:

"I used to be an ugly woman who chased money to lose her mind, and not long after she left the grammar school, she became his mistress under his temptation.

"He gave me a hotel, let me stay there, waiting for his arrival or summon every week.

"I have gradually lost interest in this kind of life, I am more and more depressed and inferior, I want to return everything to him, get rid of him completely, but he disagrees, he threatens me in various ways, Don't let me leave him, our most recent encounters have been spent in quarrels.

"Just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then he beat me and took out the dagger. Later, you know everything about the future..."

Mistress... Wendell pityed and regretfully glanced at face in Tracy:

"The traces on the scene also initially proved the development of the matter."

He originally thought that Tracy and the deceased were husband and wife. Who knows that the relationship is even worse than he thought.

Cuixi Muran nodded Road:

"Thank you."

She didn't speak anymore, until the utopian police came, she broke the silence, took the initiative to raise her hands and accepted the handcuffs.

Wendle looked at Tracy’s slightly staggering pace and said to the police:

"Take her to the injury first to deal with the injury and avoid accidents."

The police didn’t know why they had to listen to a witness. In short, they led Tracy without disagreement, took Wendell, and braved the torrential rain to go to the small house in the town. Hospital.

Because Tracy is a woman, Wendell and the two policemen waited in the hospital corridor and did not follow in.

In the passage of time, Wendell saw a pregnant woman being rushed to the delivery room. It seemed that something went wrong and needed surgical help.

after a while, he heard the cry of a baby crying, it was a declaration that a new life came to this world, and at this time, Tracy had just come out.

"Did you feel it? The beauty of life." Wendell said seriously to Tracy.

Cuixi listened to the crying of the baby in the wind and rain, and his expression was obviously touched.

Her face has been wiped, and it looks very clean.

After a few seconds, Tracy recovered, and said to Wendell nodded, again:

"Thank you."

This time, she is no longer so indifferent, dull, and autistic.

Wendel secretly relaxed, followed to the police station, and recorded a statement.

After finishing what he should do, Wendell walked to the street, preparing to take the rented carriage back to the "Iris" hotel.

However, in the middle of the stormy night, no pedestrians or carriages were seen on the road.

"This is the bad part of the town, not convenient." Wendell whispered, opened the umbrella he took when he went out, identified the good direction, and returned to the "Iris" hotel.

As a former "Officer", he has the ability of memory in the sense of mysticism for the route he has traveled, and he is not worried about getting lost in a strange town.

At this time, the heavy rain was much smaller, but the wind was still raging. They slashed in bursts, carrying rain, and slapped Wendel diagonally.

This made Wendell couldn't help raising his right hand, blocking his chest and abdomen.

The confidential document was hidden inside the clothing at that location.

——Wendel even kept the document close to his body even before going to bed, so he did not let it separate from himself. For this reason, he has developed a habit. As long as there is a corresponding self-reminder in advance, he will not fall asleep Roll over.

Utopia is a small town. Wendel saw the "Iris" hotel about a quarter of an hour away. At this time, his top hat and his clothes were soaked in the wind.

This worried him a little, worrying that the confidential document was soaked in water and damaged.

Strictly speaking, I have violated the rules for performing tasks, but how can I not help with such a lady? This is the kind of cultivation a gentleman deserves... Wendell is slightly annoyed, but has no regrets.

After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and put it on the table.

The paper bag on the outside of the document has obvious traces of infiltration, and it seems that several places will be broken if it is touched hard.

Wendle immediately rang the bell and called for the waiter, and asked him for a coal stove, hoping to increase the temperature of the room and accelerate the air-drying of the sealed file bag.

While waiting, he found that there was no sense of quietness around the night at all. It seemed that the screams and the police came to the door, which caused the residents and nearby residents to wake up and did not fall asleep again.

The howling wind has weakened a lot, Wendell heard the children’s crying in the ticking rain, the couple’s quarreling, the saw-like violin, the intermittent sobbing, walking up and down The sound of footsteps and the sound of discussion that sometimes forgot to control.

He didn’t care about the life-filled scenes, only that they were noisy and made him unable to calm down.

after a while, the waiter delivered a coal stove with added charcoal fire.

Wendel relaxed a bit and asked casually:

"Do you know that Miss Tracy just now?"

The thin waiter shook his head:

"I don't know."

He then added:

"I heard that she is indeed a local, but I have been living in a plantation outside the city until this year."

"What do you know about her?" Wendell asked subconsciously.

"She will come to our hotel three to five times a month, and the dead man." The waiter suddenly sighed, "She is not happy at all."

Wendel was silent for a few seconds, sent the waiter away, and sat back at the table.

The time passed by, and the bags outside the confidential documents gradually dried out.

At this time, the inside and outside of the hotel has become quieter, only the ticking of the rain and the wind sounding from the sound of the windows sometimes reverberate.

The energetic Wendell recalled all the things that had happened before, and sighed for Miss Tracy's life, lifting the file bag and turning it over.

At this time, he found that the part of the document bag that was covered underneath was slightly damaged, and the paper inside was vaguely revealed.

Wendle frowned, knowing he would be punished.

Of course, the punishment will not be too heavy, because if the confidentiality requirements of the documents are high enough, he will not be escorted alone.

Wendel originally intended to maintain the current state, and also showed the damage to the handover party. However, he glanced at the room but saw a word on the file through the hole:

"Utopia".

Wendle's spirit tightened, and the wind and rain outside stopped suddenly.