The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Investigation
While it was still early, he went out and rushed to the home of the second deceased, an employee of Vivaldi Bank.
The deceased, Farquhar, was thirty-three years old and lived in a middle-class residential area of Airland City in a three-story red western-style building with exquisite decoration. He also had a pair of lovely children. A beautiful wife Misha.
He is simply a winner in life.
Farquhar never expected that he would suddenly collapse and would not have any chance to explain his funeral.
As the only laborer in the family, his death was tantamount to a disaster for the entire family.
Misha, a housewife, collapsed instantly and didn’t know how she survived these days. "With Farquhar gone, the family has no income at all. How will the two children survive?"
The woman held the hands of two ignorant children and wandered in front of her home in a daze, her fair face uncertain.
"Madam, may I ask, are you the widow of Mr. Farquhar?"
Suddenly a gentle voice broke in. Her eyes were filled with confusion. The strange man in front of her had very short hair, almost bald, and his dark golden pupils were like those of a wild animal. One look at them was frightening.
Although there is a friendly smile on his face.
She tensed her body, protected the two children behind her, and asked nervously,
"Are you...are you a witcher?"
This look is so conspicuous.
Roy was helpless and replied half-truthfully,
"Yes, I am Roy, a snake sect demon hunter. A good friend of mine encountered the same accident as your husband. I want to catch the real culprit and avenge him. I wonder if you are willing to cooperate with me to answer a few questions. ?"
The two five- and six-year-old children heard the sound and grabbed the woman's arms, while the latter also had a look of fear on his face and stared at him for a long time.
"Witcher... So in your investigation... have you got any clues about the murderer?"
"Sorry, not yet." Roy shook his head. He noticed the pale faces and thin bodies of the two children and the woman, "I should make it clear first. If you are willing to answer my questions, I will give them to you. A paltry condolence payment,"
He glanced at the two children and said, "I think you probably need this money very much now... It has been several months since the incident, and no one can give you an explanation. It is disrespectful to have a few belongings."
The woman suddenly stopped crying when she heard this, and a trace of suspicion appeared on her face until Roy solemnly handed over the money bag of about five crowns - there were too many places to spend money, and he had to be careful with his budget.
The woman didn’t care what his identity was now, she hurriedly bowed to the young man and said in tears,
"Thank you, thank you to the witcher master. We can't even open the pot at home. The child has been hungry for two days! Come on, Lit, Colin, bow to the witcher master!"
"So miserable? Your husband didn't have any savings during his lifetime?" Roy slowed down and asked.
Misha didn't think much about it and said with a wry smile, "Most of Farquhar's salary is used to pay off the housing loan, as well as to pay for the living expenses of me and my children. I can't make ends meet every month."
"It turns out that there are house slaves and child slaves in this world." Roy muttered in his heart, and then he asked Jia Chang as if he was talking casually,
"It stands to reason that working in a world-famous and reputable big bank like Vivaldi should lead to a good income. Your Farquhar is in his thirties and he still hasn't been able to repay the loan?"
"No way." The woman patted the heads of the two children behind her, looking at her big house in a daze,
“Ireland is a big city with high prices, and our house is close to the city center. The house price is astonishingly expensive. After five years of repayment, there is still a sum of money that has not been paid off.”
When the woman heard this, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, "It's just..." She suddenly wrung her hands, twisted and hesitated.
Roy's heart moved and he quickly said, "If you have any problems, tell me. Maybe I can help you."
The woman lowered her head and pondered for a moment, "Are you really a witcher?"
"It is rumored that the demon hunters are mutants and have no emotions... It is impossible to give any condolences to the unrelated families of the deceased, and their attitude will not be as approachable as yours."
"This is just a rumor. There are good and bad witchers," Roy said frankly and honestly. "You just need to know that I have no ill intentions towards you. I do want to find the murderer."
He now began to miss the Witcher's Axi Sigil.
"If possible, I will return the money to you," the woman bit her lip, "and give you some more, but not much. I hope you can help my husband clear his name."
"Stigma? What stigma?" Roy looked at the woman in surprise.
"After Farquhar's death, the bank withdrew my family's interest-free loan and accused him of being a thief and hiding money secretly."
The woman obviously trusted her husband very much, and her face flushed with excitement, "But where is the extra money at home? I have been husband and wife with him for more than ten years, and I know very well that Farquhar is a model husband. I came home on time after work, never messed around outside, and never brought home a single penny other than my salary! And I have always been diligent and honest, and have a good reputation among my colleagues... You can just ask!"
"To tell you the truth, the respected President of the Head Office, Mr. Vivaldi, once met and commended him in person. He was awarded the honor of Vivaldi's best employee."
"I don't believe that Farquhar would do that thing of embezzling public funds!"
Roy did not accept the woman's money.
He originally wanted to investigate the identity of the deceased, and did not want to ask for money from a poor single mother.
The young man arrived outside Vivaldi Bank, the largest bank in Airland City, and hid in the alley outside and waited quietly.
Until the afternoon, some employees began to leave, quietly following a middle-aged man.
Because he has not yet mastered the Demon Hunter's Mark of Axi, he used the most brutal and direct method, including a sack over his head and coercion and inducement.
The old employee thought he was being targeted by the latest serial killer. He was so frightened that he peed before the interrogation started, and he revealed the cause and effect like pouring beans.
Roy couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. The truth was completely contrary to the woman's statement - the bank did not wrongly accuse Farquhar.
Vivaldi's employees were searched every time before leaving get off work to prevent corruption, but Farquhar secretly hid the money in a secret compartment in the toilet.
Unfortunately, he was tortured and killed by the murderer before he could find a chance to get the money out. Later, a new employee took over his account and discovered the strange deficit, which led to the revelation.
"Farquhar embezzled bank property."
Then the murderer killed him for this reason, a selfless high-level vampire?
……
After learning the information about the bank clerk, Roy went straight to the east side of Airland City - the daily "workplace" of the beggar who died in a miserable state.
Easily, he found the other party's "colleague" nearby.
"Alas, Old Barr, my brother of ten years... How much I want to find someone to talk to about all my complaints about him, but Yank is too hungry to say even one more word..."
The ragged beggar tilted his head, bared his yellow teeth, and showed a self-pitying expression. However, his black hand covered with dirty mud quietly pushed the broken bowl in front of the young man. .
"Ding dong", several yellow copper coins hit the edge of the wooden bowl. The beggar instantly narrowed his eyes and rushed to the young man like a pug, wanting to kiss his leather boots.
Roy took a small step back to avoid his attack, and then waved.
In this world, money is the way to go.
"Don't waste time, tell me, did your good brother behave in any unusual way before he died?"
Yanke bit the crown with great appreciation, and then shook his head, "Old Barr is very normal. He is still lying half-dead as before. When a guest passes by, he shakes his legs and calls out a few more times. How pitiful the appearance is."
"You are really his good brother, and your evaluation is very fair."
Yanke became more and more energetic,
"Who is more pitiful if you work in this business?"
"To be honest, I envy him that he can make people feel pitiful even though he is lame with two legs and can't move. His income in one day can equal three days of beggars like us who wander around the land."
"He is definitely considered to be a wealthy class among beggars. He can eat and drink without worrying about food and drink, and he is fat and healthy. But... who would have thought that he would not be found in the alleyway one night. , the person just disappeared. And I heard that it was very painful before death, and the living person was penetrated by a tree...hiss..."
Yanke shrank his neck and cursed in fear,
"The murderer is simply a lunatic and a pervert! If the murders continue, I have to consider leaving Ireland and looking for a living elsewhere."
"Ding dong——" Roy lost another copper coin, "According to you, he has a good income and doesn't have high consumption. He can definitely save a lot of money in ordinary times?"
The beggar happily picked up the coins and shook his head.
"Did you know? We beggars have to pay taxes to the organization. And old Barr 'selflessly' handed over all the money other than living expenses. For this reason, the elders of the 'Beggars Gang' have always admired his money tree. He said hello specifically, and no one in the gang dared to bully him."
"Do you have any enemies or bad habits?"
The beggar squinted his eyes and blurted out, "This guy is too lazy to argue with anyone. My enemies have never heard of it. In addition to eating and drinking, he spends the rest of his time 'standing up'. Even if he has money, he doesn't bother to go to a pub or He went to the gambling house to have some fun. I thought, for him, sleeping is probably the greatest happiness!"
Roy looked surprised. Is there really such a person in the world? He is obviously rich, but he seems to have no desires and desires, and is too lazy to even eat, drink and have fun?
"After ten years of being together, how do you evaluate Old Barr?"
"You are so literate in what you say. How can you comment on a beggar who is not a big shot?" Hearing this, Yanke finally said seriously, rubbing his chin and thinking for a long time before saying,
"Lazy! I, an uneducated person, don't know how to describe it... In short, he has reached a certain level of laziness. At first, the elder thought he was 'real' and wanted to reward him with a job, but Barr didn't even think about it. He refused and said, 'Since you can make money lying down, is it stupid to get up early and work late at night?'"
"I have thought about it for a long time~IndoMTL.com~I think what he said makes sense. If my daily income was as much as his, let alone how happy I would be!"
Roy left under Yank's reluctant eyes and went to look for a few more beggars. The answers he got were indistinguishable. Old Barr, the lame man, was ranked among the best in the world of beggars in the entire Elland City. No., his laziness is well known.
If the bank employees were targeted for embezzling money, then how did the old and lame beggar Barr offend the murderer?
Is it possible that the murderer couldn't stand the look of him who was just waiting to die and was born with a soft body?
Roy thought for a moment and had an idea, but he was not sure yet. He was going to go to the prince's palace to learn about the servant's information.
As I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered that Old Huck’s bakery was nearby.
Who is Old Huck? The old man whose son was killed by a shape-shifting spider more than four months ago.
I don’t know how the other party is doing now. Have you found out the source of the sword wound on your son?