Holding the magnifying glass in his hand, the sculptor looked pale as he examined the cracks on the statue.

"Don't be my fault..."

The sculptor kept muttering, God knows how worried he is now that the problem of the statue has something to do with him.

"Is there a result?"

Donald, who had been waiting by the side for nearly 10 minutes, looked at the sculptor's twisted appearance, frowned and asked directly.

"Mr. Mayor, judging from the traces on the surface of the sculpture, it does not look like an ordinary tool to destroy it... In fact, it is not so much a destruction by something, it is more like a damage from the inside out, which This usually only occurs on a sculpture that is decades old, and this statue was only recently completed, and I can't really see that it was damaged by anything."

Although it was not a problem of his own skills, the failure to find out the reason for the damage of the statue still caused the sculptor to break into a cold sweat.

"How long will it take to fix it?"

Donald knew that the statue should have been destroyed by a stranger, and he didn't expect the sculptor to be able to distinguish this ability, so he asked directly.

"The repair can be completed in three days. Do you want to repair it on site, or let me take it back to the workshop?"

If it is repaired on site, it is impossible to guarantee that it will not be crowded by citizens, so the sculptor tends to take the statue back first, but because Donald is present, he does not dare to make a random decision.

"Director Gwen, issued an announcement saying that the statues are not perfect, so they have to be temporarily sent back to the workshop for intensive repair. In addition, you arrange a few people to stand by the rest of the statues in the city, and don't show up again. Two damaged statues... If you find a suspect, contact Director Anthony of the Discord Bureau as soon as possible, understand?"

Donald has no way to lock on the suspect for the time being. There are no clues left at the scene, let alone any witnesses.

However, Donald did not go back to the Talos family's villa directly after dealing with the affairs here, but chose to wait for the result from Anthony with Stephanie.

"Who will destroy the statue of the black-robed saint, the family members of the "cancer" we killed before?"

The two sat in the cafe and enjoyed pastries. Stephanie saw that there were no outsiders around, and sat next to Donald and asked in a low voice.

There is a result, and there is a reason. The statue of the black-robed saint is Donald, which is what Mayor Renas personally ordered. Anyone with a little brain knows that these statues cannot be moved, otherwise they are provoking Renas City. government.

And now that someone dares to do this, Stephanie sees it as a vengeful act of hatred.

"It's not very likely. Those families have long been broken by us. Now it's just relying on the Talos family to barely survive. They're not that stupid."

Stephanie thought about what Donald had done before, but did not think that Donald is now Serveit Talos, and the families that were destroyed by the black-robed saints are now using all their own resources in exchange for it. The protection of the Talos family, on the other hand, these people are actually in the hands of Donald, whether they are wealth or life.

The trouble to come to Donald at this time is tantamount to digging one's own grave.

"Who else would that be, and now it seems that these are the only people who will be dissatisfied with this statue."

Who is a normal person who would be on the fence with a statue?

"The current situation is a bit strange, and I don't have any clues for the time being... Let's wait for the news from Anthony."

Donald held the Gulliver's Circus card in his hand and took a sip of coffee in his free hand. The destruction of the statue was something he hadn't considered before.

It didn't take long for Anthony to walk quickly from a street corner not far away.

Donald ordered him a cup of coffee ahead of time.

"The deceased was the owner of a fruit stand. When he died, he had a frightened look on his face and held an apple core in his hand. According to the preliminary examination, there were no scars on the surface of his body... The condition of the internal organs is unknown. It can only be determined after the doctor's autopsy, but my intuition tells me that the cause of his death has nothing to do with physical damage, but a mental problem."

The meaning of Anthony's words is very clear. It should be a heathen who did it, but why would a heathen attack a fruit stall owner?

"Is there anything special about the background of the fruit stall owner?"

Killing the fruit stall owner in such a bizarre way in the daytime in the downtown area, Donald thinks there must be some internal reason.

"That's the problem. I have already asked several families near the fruit stand just now, and their answers are very consistent. This fruit stand owner has no background at all. He has been a resident of Reinas since he was a child, and even There were two old people who watched him grow up...I also sent two people from the OC to search his residence, and there was no trace of rummaging or anything suspicious."

Speaking of this, Anthony's expression was also a little annoyed. The murderer killed a fruit stall owner, what did he want?

"No witnesses?"

"Yes, after asking around, only people saw that the stall owner suddenly fell down, twitched twice and then lost his breath."

"Look, haven't we found something in common... Waiter, do you have a map of this nearby area in your store?"

Donald narrowed his eyes and asked suddenly looking at the busy waiter behind the counter.

"Sir, there is only one road map for the wealthy area."

The waiter flipped through and found a slap-sized map and sent it over.

Donald took the opportunity to ask him for a pen again, and circled the location of the statue of the black-robed saint and the location of the murder on the map.

Then draw several possible routes of travel along the street between the two points.

"When the fruit stand murder happened or when the statue of the black-robed saint was destroyed, who was earlier?"

"It should be the fruit stand murder that happened earlier. When I went to the fruit stand, part of the work there had already been done."

"It all happened more than an hour ago, and the fruit stand was earlier... Look at the locations of these two places, is there a possibility that the murderer first killed the stall owner at the fruit stand, and then passed the One of these routes came near the statue and damaged it again?"

The two events seem to be unrelated, but the timing is too coincidental to be suspicious.

"The reason, why did he do this?"

After listening to Donald's thoughts, Anthony asked directly.

Even if what Donald said is true~lightnovelpub.net~, you have to find out the reason why the murderer did what he did before you can find a way to arrest the murderer, otherwise even knowing the murderer's crime route would be meaningless.

"Anthony, did you see this card near the fruit stand?"

The index finger pressed the corner of the card, turned it lightly, watched the card spin between the two fingers, and then let go, and the card still flew to Anthony's hand.

"Gulliver's Circus... Yes, the roof of the fruit stand, I have seen one!"

He picked up the card and glanced at it, Anthony said.

"This is the second common point. This card has appeared in both places, and I can feel some residual energy on the card. I just wanted to find a chance to have fun recently. Let's go watch the show together later. ?"

Donald picked up this card in the flowerbed before because his energy-shaping talent sensed the subtle flow of energy on it.

Whether the person who issued the card is the murderer or not, Donald is ready to "get to know".