"Is this the first time you've seen anything like this?" Wren said with concern, "Let's go outside and get some fresh air." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"No...... No," Asha saw that the nightingale had crouched beside the corpse, and looked at the wound with a calm face. In the face of such a bloody scene, she could still be so casual...... I have to persevere, at least not to disgrace her. "I ...... Vomit...... Much better. ”

"When was he discovered?" asked Nightingale looking back.

"At dawn today, the surrounding residents went out to fetch water before dawn and found his body - the door was left open, as if it were intended to be shown to others. "If it had been before, I'm afraid we would have to wait two or three days to hear from it, but recently the city hall is offering a reward for reporting behavior, so someone immediately reported it to the town hall." ”

"What about the identity of the deceased?"

"Shovel, Freeman," Wren looked around the room for furnishings, "nothing...... Well, I guess I've been a rat before. ”

"Has anyone seen him at night?"

"I asked, no. ”

"Where's the sound?"

"Also...... No one heard. ”

"To kill such a big man, you have to make some noise," the nightingale frowned, "even if he slit his throat, he won't die instantly, and a pounding of the floor or a dying struggle should cause a lot of movement." Are you sure they're not lying?"

"This ...... No," Wren hesitated, "the inhabitants of this place are terrified of the murder, and besides, there is an extra reward for assisting the police in catching the murderer, and they have no reason to lie." ”

"So, you call all the people around you, and I'll ask you personally. And also...... Asha. Nightingale looked at the assistant.

"Yes!" the latter shuddered.

"You go to the castle and call Zoroya over. ”

"Ah...... Good. ”

Asha went out in a panic and ran towards the castle.

For some reason, she thought that the way Nightingale gave orders was simply beautiful, and every gesture exuded a strong confidence, and it was no wonder that His Highness would entrust her with the responsibility of safety.

......

When he returned to the alley again, Asha had two more people by his side besides Zoroya.

"How can you not call me for such a thing?" Lightning flew into the house and shouted loudly, "Your Highness is so eccentric!"

"Goo!" Maisie followed.

"They...... I have to come along," Asha said timidly.

"Shouldn't you protect His Highness Roland well while I'm away?" Nightingale raised an eyebrow, "This isn't an adventure game!"

"Don't worry, with Sylvie here, no one can easily get close to him," Lightning squeezed his eyes, "And His Highness is about to hold a meeting of nobles, what danger can you encounter in the castle hall?"

It's incredible...... Ah Xia thought to himself, why could these two people face the bloody and terrible murder scene so indifferently? Especially Lightning, who was a few years younger than herself, still had a look of excitement in her eyes...... The gods are above, what have they experienced after becoming witches?

"This is ......" Wren and a group of police officers stared at the man and bird floating in the air, their eyes widened.

"They're witches too," Nightingale said angrily, "Anyway, you have to go back before the meeting is over, understand?"

"Oh......" Lightning pouted.

"Well, did you ask me to come here to paint this corpse," Zoroya was the last to enter the room, and Asha calmed down a little when she noticed that her face was not much better than her own.

"No, it's a picture of the murderer," Nightingale closed the door and told everyone about the arrest plan, "Once you have a portrait of the murderer, and then post it in the notice area of the square for a reward, this should be the fastest way to find him." ”

Count Elk gasped, "You mean, the witch...... Can Miss Asha recreate the murder?"

"Not necessarily, we'll need some luck due to the duration of the illusion, you'll find out later. Nightingale nodded at Asha, "Let's get started." ”

"Hmm," the latter closed her eyes and did as she commanded, placing the first backtracking between midnight and dawn. In the darkness, magic poured out from the fingertips, intertwined, and gradually formed clear images—planks, beds, tables, rooms...... In her mind's eye, a new room was molded. The dead lay on the ground, blood running down the uneven dirt floor, and the door that was supposed to be locked was pushed open.

"This ...... Is it the power of witches?"

"It's unbelievable!"

"Oh my God, these fantasies are so realistic, and I say it's the power of the devil."

"Shut up!"

Police whispers could be heard all around.

"It seems that he is dead by this time," Asha felt someone tapping her on the shoulder, it was the nightingale, "don't waste your magic, change the time." ”

The second time it was close to midnight, and the figure on the floor suddenly disappeared, and the deceased appeared on the bed, seemingly sleeping soundly.

"Does that mean...... He died within the time indicated by the two visions?" Wren asked, confused.

"Yes, from midnight to three o'clock - this hour and a half is the time for the murderer to act. ”

"I see! Miss Asha's abilities can't last long, and she probably misses the murder process, that's why you say you need a little luck!"

"Exactly," replied the nightingale, "considering that it takes a long time to mark after a killing, let's recreate it from close to three o'clock." ”

Ah Xia nodded, exhaled turbid air, and used his ability again, controlling the backtracking point between two and three hours, and the magic power surged to the edge of the empty wall, forming a standing stranger. He was gesturing something on the wall with a blood-stained sheet.

"Looks like I found it," Nightingale said, raising the corners of her mouth, "I'm in luck." ”

"This person is the murderer?"

"Looks ordinary...... I thought he was at least a burly man. Lightning said disappointedly.

"This will only draw the side," Zoroya looked against the wallboard, "Is there a way to get him to turn around?"

"Asha, I'll leave it to you. The nightingale commanded.

"Yes," she knew what to do, and the last illusion advanced a quarter of an hour slightly, and this time everyone saw the murderer clearly—he strangled the shovel with a rope, then dragged him to the floor, and took out a dagger and slit his throat. During the whole process, the shovel did not make any resistance, and it was as if it was asleep.

Wren seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look at the water tank in the corner of the room, "He was poured into dream water?"

"That's right," Nightingale nodded, "that's why the victim didn't make any noise." Slit his throat just to get blood, and before that he was dead of exhaustion. ”

"Big, big...... I've seen this man!" said a policeman suddenly.

"What?" the two of them instantly shifted their gaze to him.

The man swallowed, "His name is Mance, he used to be a patrolman, I dealt with him......"

"Do you know where he lives?" Wren asked.

"It seems to be an inner city...... West Street, near the Sheep Tavern. ”

"Very good, even the process of finding someone is saved, it seems that luck is on our side," Nightingale sneered, "He can't escape, let's go!"

"Yes, sir!" the policemen replied in unison. (To be continued.) )