Release that Witch Chapter 489: Criminal Pursuit

"Have you seen such a scene for the first time?" Ryan came over with concern, "Go outside and breathe in the fresh air."

"No ... no," Asia saw Nightingale squatting beside the body, and looked at the wound calmly. In the face of such a **** scene, she can still be so innocent ... she must persevere, at least not to shame her. "I ... vomit ... much better."

"When was he found?" Nightingale asked back.

"At dawn today, the surrounding residents went out early to fetch water while the day was dawning, and found his body. -- The door was so open at the time, as if it were intentionally shown to others. " Ryan Briefly stated, "If it was before, I'm afraid we have to wait two or three days before we can receive the news, but recently City Hall Rewarding reporting behavior, so someone immediately reported to City Hall Reported. "

"What about the dead?"

"Shovel, freemen," Ryan looked around the furnishings in the lower house. "Nothing ... Yeah, I should have been Mouse before."

"Have anyone seen him at night?"

"I asked, no."

"What about the ring?"

"Also ... no one heard."

"Kill such a big person, you have to make some noise," Nightingale frowned. "Even if you cut your throat, he won't die immediately. Hitting the floor or struggling to death should cause a lot of movement. Right. Are you sure they are not lying? "

"This ... not so much," Ryan hesitantly said, "In the case of a murder, the residents here are heartfelt. Besides, assisting the police to capture the killer can also get additional rewards, they have no reason to lie."

"In this way, you call everyone around, I will ask again. And ... Asia." Nightingale looked at the assistant.

"Yes!" The latter trembled.

"You go to the castle and call Soraya."

"Ah ... Okay. "

Asia panicked out of the door and ran towards the castle.

I don't know why, she thinks that Nightingale's order is absolutely beautiful. She raised her hands and cast a strong self-confidence, and it is no wonder that Her Royal Highness will entrust her with the task of safety.

...

When returning to the street again, besides Soraya, Asia has two more people.

"Why can't you call me this kind of thing?" Lightning flew into the room and shouted loudly, "His Highness is biased!"

"gu gu!" Macy is close behind.

"They ... must follow," Asia said timidly.

"Should you not protect Your Highness Roland while I am away?" Nightingale frowned, "This is not an adventure game!"

"Don't worry, there is Silvie there, no one can easily get close to him," Lightning squeezed his eyes. "And His Highness is about to hold a noble meeting. What dangers can I face in the castle hall?" >

It's incredible ... Asia thought, why can these two face the **** and terrible murder scene so lightly? Especially Lightning, who is obviously a few years younger than himself, and has a look of excitement in his eyes ...... gods is on top, what have they experienced after becoming witch?

"This is ..." Ryan and a policeman stared at each person and bird floating in the air, eyes widened.

"They are also witch," said Nightingale. "No matter what, you have to go back before the meeting. Do you understand?"

"Oh ..." Lightning murmured.

"Uh, did you ask me to draw this corpse?" Soraya entered the room last time, and Asia noticed that her face was not much better than herself, and her heart was slightly calmed down.

"No, it's the murderer," Nightingale closed the door and told the arrest plan to everyone. "With the portrait of the attacker, post it to the notice area of ​​the square for a reward. This should be the fastest way to find him. It's over. "

Count Elk took a cool breath, "You mean, this witch ... Miss Asia can reproduce the murder process?"

"It may not work. Due to the limited duration of the phantom, we need some luck, you will know later." Nightingale nodded towards Asia, "let's go."

"Yeah," the latter closed her eyes and, as she instructed, placed the first traceback between midnight and dawn. In the darkness, magic power emerged from the fingertips, intertwined, and gradually formed a clear image. -- wooden boards, beds, tables, rooms ... In her mind, a new room was shaped. The deceased was lying on the ground, blood flowing down the uneven soil, and the door that should have been locked was pushed open.

"Is this ... the ability of witch?"

"It's incredible!"

"Heavens, these fantasies are too realistic, I say -- as the power of Devil"

"Shh! Shut up!"

Whispers of the police came around.

"It seems he is dead at this time," Asia felt that someone patted her shoulder, it was Nightingale, "Don't waste magic power, change another time."

The second time, back to midnight, the figure on the floor suddenly disappeared. The deceased appeared on the bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Does this mean ... that he died within the time shown by the two phantoms?" Ryan asked puzzled.

"Yes, from midnight to three o'clock --, this is the time for the murderer to do it."

"I see! Miss Asia's ability cannot last for too long, it is likely to be lost to the murder process, so you said that you need a little luck!"

"Exactly," Nightingale replied, "Considering that it takes a long time to leave the mark after the killing, reproduce it from the time close to three o'clock."

Asia nodded, spit out the turbid gas, exerted the ability again, and controlled the traceback point between two and three o'clock. magic power surged towards the empty wall, forming a standing stranger. He was scoring something on the wall with a blood-covered sheet.

"It seems to be found," Nightingale raised his lips, "My luck is really good."

"This man is a murderer?"

"It looks so ordinary ... I thought it was at least a burly robust man." Lightning said disappointed.

"This will only draw the sides," Soraya glanced against the wall panel, "is there a way to turn him around?"

"Asia, it's over to you." Nightingale instructed.

"Yes," she did n’t need to elaborate, she knew what to do. The last time the illusion advanced forward a little more than a quarter of an hour. This time, everyone clearly saw the true content of the murderer. -- Dead shovel, dragged the other person to the floor, took out a dagger and slit his throat. During the whole process, the shovel did not make any resistance, it was like falling asleep.

Ryan seemed to realize something, turned to look at the water tank in the corner of the room, "He was infused with Dreamland Water?"

"It should be true," Nightingale nodded, "so the victim did not make any noise. The throat was cut just to dip the blood, and he was dead before that."

"Master, lord ... I have seen this man!" a policeman suddenly said.

"What?" The two eyes moved on him instantly.

The man swallowed. "His name is Mance. He was a patrolman before. I have dealt with him ..."

"Do you know where his address is?" Ryan asked.

"It seems to be the inner city ... west street, Sheep Tavern nearby."

"Very good, even the process of finding people was saved. It seems that luck is on our side," Nightingale sneered, "he can't escape, we set off!"

"Yes, sir!" the police responded in unison.