If you want to follow a row of footprints to find a person, it may be possible if you are in the jungle, after all, there are few other external factors interfering. ◢Щщш.suimeng.lā

But in Demingham, there are people going and going outside the villa area, and the footprints of the murderer will soon be covered by the footprints of others.

However, this does not mean that the clues are cut off. There are many eyes and many people. This sentence is somewhat derogatory, but it has given Donald a chance to continue to investigate.

It is true that the murderer chose to assassinate at a very special time. Most of the assassinations were selected in the dead of night, but he did not know why he chose breakfast time.

The breakfast of the Owens was between 7:30 and 8:00. However, when the murderer pulled away after the battle, the time had come close to 8:30.

At this time, most of the shops in the civilian area have to open for a new day's business, and the streets are full of salarymen who are going to their respective companies or chambers of commerce.

After completing the assassination, the murderer may want to use the crowd to cover up his whereabouts, but Donald has tracking powder. If he tracks here, and knows his approximate figure, there is a great chance of finding someone through some other means. .

For example, the gentleman sitting in the newsstand in front of him, in order to ensure that he can catch up with the first batch of office workers, he obviously has to sit here half an hour earlier.

"About six feet tall, with a thin build, wearing a long grey trench coat"

The man in the newsstand frowned and kept his memories. Beside him was a small stove with a mechanical casing. Some red-hot coals could vaguely be seen inside. He was holding a bowl of corn chowder, which had been placed on the stove before. The top is warm.

"Oh, sorry, I happened to want to read a newspaper, Stephanie, I bought yours for you too."

Realizing that the other party had been recalling for a long time, Donald immediately realized that he didn't express himself. He put a shilling on the counter and took two copies of the latest newspapers.

"I remembered, there is indeed such a person. I saw it through this small window when I was lighting a fire and sorting newspapers in the morning. His walking posture was a bit strange, and he always took two steps and jumped up and turned around. , I thought it was a guy who ran out of a mental hospital, so I took a second glance out of curiosity."

Pointing to the glass window in front of his counter, Donald glanced at it. If the window was pulled up before, it should be very hidden.

The murderer who had just killed a viscountess turned into a neurotic looking guy in his eyes.

Donald raised his eyebrows and looked at Stephanie, each with a little smile.

"What about the others, where did they go?"

Stephanie took a step forward and handed Donald the umbrella in her hand, then squeezed him behind her, and bent over to ask.

The man who was leaning on the chair before, with Erlang's legs crossed, immediately put down the soup bowl in his hand, straightened his back, and probably wanted to show his posture.

"I saw him go over there."

The newsstand was located at a fork in the road, and he was referring to the road to the east.

"Apart from the strange walking posture of that person, is there anything that impresses you?"

I didn't leave in a hurry, I finally found a witness, so I naturally had to ask carefully.

"The brim of his hat is so low that I can't see his face. By the way, he seems to have stopped at that corner and threw something in the trash can."

This answer made the two quicken their steps and walked to the trash can, which was actually an iron bucket with a half-covered lid.

"You don't need to stretch out your hand to dig it out? I won't do it anyway."

As a woman, having Stephanie reach into the trash can for clues about what she doesn't know what it is can make her sick for days.

"As a wizard, it's time for me to stand up at this time. You help me look out for the wind and don't let ordinary residents notice this place."

With his hands in his pockets, he manipulated his mental power to pick out the topmost items in the trash can at a very fast speed, and floated under the iron cover, in order to avoid scaring passers-by.

Putting aside some bags, melon pits, and some bamboo sticks, Donald finally found a crumpled ball of paper.

"Flower Hotel."

This is a name written by hand on the note. Donald looked at some other garbage one by one, and there was nothing noteworthy. After a short silence, he continued,

"Stephanie, contact the others, find a place, and ask them to come over quickly."

While Stephanie was using the communicator to contact other people, Donald stopped a taxi on the side of the road and asked for the location of the Flower Hotel with a shilling.

Right at the end of this street.

Sitting down at a cafe across from the Flower Hotel, they were waiting for the rest of the Rose Squad to come over, and Donald started flipping through the newspaper in order not to be suspicious.

Not surprisingly, the hot topic in the newspapers in recent times has been airships.

"The test flight of the airship is next weekend. Wow, this is the airship?"

Looking at the picture that takes up most of the newspaper, the content above is an airship that is still parked in a large factory.

It was a different kind of bloated balloon than the one Donald imagined, with something oddly resembling a train car hanging beneath it.

On the contrary, the shape of the latest airship is undoubtedly very eye-catching.

Although a considerable part of its power source still comes from a streamlined balloon above, this part no longer occupies two-thirds of the entire airship, but is reduced to one-third, and below it is like a On the hull part of a large ship, the ram in front of it looks like it has been transformed into a sightseeing platform, with glass on both sides, and two more on both sides of the hull, which looks a little bit more. Like the jet configuration on the previous ship

"It should be that the recent newspapers use it as a page. This is the airship that the people of Demingham are thinking of. As long as the test flight is successful, it will definitely become a symbol of Demingham in a short period of time."

Stephanie is not interested in things like airships, but it has far-reaching significance. Anyone who lives in Demingham will involuntarily pay attention to it.

In a few days, it will appear overhead and cruise the entire Demingham, and then it will be the real bow and see, and look up.

"Donald, Horn they are here."

After waiting for about ten minutes, it was not too far from the villa area. Horn and others arrived one after another, and the arrest operation started directly.

Stephanie took the lead.

That's right, she came first, but not to fight, but to confirm whether the murderer was in the hotel.

"The second floor, room 16, there are other guests around, what should I do?"

There are other guests in the hotel, which is a little troublesome. If you start your hands later, you will easily get into trouble if you cause casualties to ordinary people.

"The second floor must be emptied first, otherwise he will not be able to use his hands and feet at all. The previous murderer's method of killing people proves that his melee combat ability is not bad. Once the fight starts, it is difficult to keep his hands."

Pence sat at the table behind Donald, face to the coffee shop counter, discussing nothing that had anything to do with coffee.

At this moment, someone behind the coffee shop counter looked up in their direction.

It seems strange why these guests clearly know each other, but they don't sit together.

Soon he lowered his head again, and lost his face.

"Emptying the second floor is too difficult to carry out. Let the owner of the hotel shout down alone? This behavior is too obvious. The murderer who dared to attack the Owens is definitely not low. The slightest change in the surrounding environment will attract his attention."

The discussion here continued, and with a wave of a finger, Boglow denied Pence's proposal.

"What should I do, I can't let that guy go because he cares about the lives of ordinary people."

"I suggest waiting, waiting for him to come out, now he doesn't know his hiding place has been exposed, always coming out"

Boglo stopped in the middle of his speech, because a waiter was walking past the counter with a few cups of coffee.

Donald put his eyes on the newspaper on the desktop, everyone remained silent, some words were not suitable for ordinary people to hear.

"Sir, your coffee."

It was still bitter coffee, placed in front of Donald, the brewing temperature seemed to be a little high, and the heat kept rising.

"Thank you, you guys are quite particular about it. You have to wear gloves when serving coffee?"

Passing his fingers through the cup ears, Donald noticed that the waiter was wearing gloves.

"This is to prevent the liquid from splashing on, otherwise it will be more troublesome to wash."

Putting the coffee cup by cup in front of several other people, the waiter said with a smile.

Turning to leave, with his back to the store door, his figure looks a little thin, and his height is close to six feet.

Donald spent a lot of time talking all the way, he was already a little thirsty, he picked up the coffee and wanted to bring it to his mouth.

The same is true of Boglo on the other side, his lips have been sipped on the rim of the glass, and the other people are each thinking about how to arrest the prisoners in the Flower Hotel, without raising their glasses.

meow~

Finger, who was lying on Donald's lap, suddenly called out. Donald's hands stopped moving. He looked down and found that it was licking its paws with its tongue.

"Hungry? Waiter, bring a milkshake."

Put down the coffee mug and stop the waiter who hasn't returned to the counter.

"Wait! Don't drink coffee, it's poisonous!"

Bogluo, who has the talent of Poison, can digest all kinds of venom and convert it into poison gas for release.

Just now, he drank the coffee in his stomach for only a few seconds, and his talent suddenly activated!

Before he finished speaking, all the eyes of the Rose Squad were already focused on Boglo, and even Donald was a little dazed~lightnovelpub.net~ Is coffee poisonous?

"Who are you!"

Boglo turned to look at the waiter who had just taken a few steps, his hand was already on his waist.

"It's really troublesome. I didn't expect that there would be a master of poison. It turns out that the Bureau of Discord also likes this kind of approach?"

Cold voice.

Fingers twist the clockwork, three turns, no more, no less.

Put the Mechanical Monkey on the table next to it.

Bang~bang~bang~

The cymbals hit, making a crisp sound.

At this moment, a large amount of white mist suddenly rose from the waiter!

The murderer is near!

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