As for the key, of course, it was temporarily kept by Jenkins, the least suspected one.

　　The area of ​​the kitchen is not large, but it is clean and tidy. In order to get rid of her suspicion, the maid with freckles and aprons desperately explained to everyone how she prepared those snacks and drinks.

　　 Ignaz listened to her carefully, and also checked the other wine bottles that he had bought with the wine in the study. The villa does not have a special wine cellar, but fortunately, it is autumn, so you won’t be afraid of breaking it if you buy more.

　　 There can be no discoveries here, at least Jenkins has not found any aura poison. The toxin should come from something with very weak aura, so Jenkins can't see anything through the wall.

　　 It seems that Ignaz should not have hope for this place either. Although he pretended to be carefully inspected, he would secretly observe Miss Joyce's expression.

　　Joyce is the maid who followed Mrs. David to the old father's antique shop. From this point, we can see that she is the maid's personal maid.

　　According to general habits, she should be responsible for removing makeup and changing clothes.

　　 "Did Detective Ignaz also infer that it was her?"

　　 Jenkins was a little surprised. He pushed the answer directly from the result, so it was so easy to think of the truth. But the detective has no clues. Is the man in front of him the so-called famous detective?

　　 No abnormality was detected in the kitchen. Seeing that the policemen were coming, Detective Ignaz finally asked the key question:

　　 "Ladies, I want to know, after Mrs. David came back, when Mr. Williams and Miss Best went upstairs, what did she do while I was waiting in the study? What are you doing?"

The freckled maid rubbed her hands embarrassedly: "I have been preparing in the kitchen. In addition to the snacks and wine, there is afternoon tea... Since the husband's death, the wife has not had a good appetite. She probably had lunch for lunch. I didn't eat it, so I prepared a snack for afternoon tea in advance."

　　 The detective nodded, with a smile on his face, he put his hat on his head, and then asked the maid Joyce: "So what is Mrs. David doing?"

　　 "Madam is tidying up her clothes in the room...Oh, Mr. Ignaz, this is Madam’s privacy. Please respect the deceased."

　　 Jenkins stood by and watched this scene, and the result was already obvious. What he was curious about now was what the motive was and what the poison was.

　　 "I hope it will not involve cults or other crazy organizations."

　　Though I think so, she is just an ordinary maid. Even if fate loves to joke, it is impossible for anyone to have a big conspiracy.

　　 "I think the best way to respect the dead is to find someone who killed her."

　　 Ignaz spoke unceremoniously in a very polite tone. He took a step to the side, just blocking the only door of the kitchen.

　　 "Miss Joyce, please tell me now. After Mrs. David went home, before entering the study room, in which room did you remove your makeup and change clothes?"

　　 "On the second floor, turn left to the first room."

　　 She didn't say any more, but raised her head and pressed her thin lips, watching the detective's eyes tell the truth.

　　 Ignaz nodded and motioned for everyone to come over and take a look. He winked at Jenkins, Jenkins was taken aback, and then blinked that he didn't understand anything.

　　 "Mr. William is at the end."

　　 He sighed for Jenkins' slowness, but he thought that after all, he was just a young store apprentice. This kind of performance was considered normal.

　　 Jenkins, who has excellent acting skills, once again successfully deceived strangers.

　　 The first room on the second floor is the bedroom, but judging from the decoration style and furniture placement inside, this is not the master bedroom.

　　 did not pay attention to the weird oil painting on the bedside and the scaryly large chandeliers above his head. Jenkins squinted his eyes and looked at the small bottle in front of the dressing table.

　　 Among them, there is a bottle that is only the thickness of a thumb and is translucent. The bottle body is carved with intricate petal-like patterns. Judging by the current glass firing technology, the artistic value of this bottle alone is greater than the single-piece value of more than half of the antique in the next room.

　　 The faintly visible liquid in the bottle, showing a faint green luster, is this thing.

Chapter 232 Chapter 228 The Witch's House

Detective 　　 also saw the difference of this bottle at a glance. He threw away the crowd, strode forward and picked up the bottle. I shook it a few times to confirm the content of the liquid inside, then looked at the sunlight outside the window, and reached out to the stopper...

"and many more."

　　 Jenkins hurriedly stopped him, and he suggested: "I think we'd better not disturb the deceased's things. These can be left to the police gentlemen for inspection."

　　 Ignaz looked at the bottle, looked at Jenkins, looked at the maid Joyce, and nodded slightly.

At this moment, Joyce suddenly passed Best, who was standing between her and the detective, snatched the bottle from the man’s hand, then turned and ran to the window, holding the bottle to the remaining four. personal.

　　 "Can this be regarded as a detective? Is it just being snatched away?"

　　 Jenkins stood at the back and couldn't stop him. He thought that as a detective, Ignaz could at least have some vigilance.

　　 "Madam, what do you want to do?"

　　 the detective asked, just about to take a step closer, he was taken aback by the maid's attempt to open the bottle.

"do not come."

　　 The woman yelled loudly and kept moving back. She opened the window, looked down in fear, and then looked at everyone in the room with a decisive look.

　　 "Don't come here, I know what is in the bottle, if you come, everyone will die together!"

　　 While talking, she used an empty hand to pull over the chair beside the bed, and then shivered back and climbed onto the window sill.

"do not come!"

　　 She was talking hysterically again, holding the cork with her fingers, waving the bottle indiscriminately, and trying to stand up while holding on to the window frame.

　　 slipped her feet, amidst the surprised expressions of everyone, she accidentally leaned back, making a short cry in her mouth, and she fell straight down.

　　 The four ran to the window. At this moment, the policemen and the coachman walked to the fence of the yard and watched her fall off.

　　The quality of the bottle is very good, so don’t worry about it being broken. Although there are some blood stains on the ground, this is only the second floor, and the ground is soft turf. Joyce, with tousled hair, stumbled up and bumped his head into the chest of the policeman standing in the front.

　　The case is here, it can be regarded as a perfect solution. The physical evidence was there, and even the detectives who came to examine the corpse felt that luck had come.

　　 Jenkins didn't say any extra words. After the bottle was sent to the police station, it would naturally be discovered by the Orthodox Church. Detective Ignaz has reminded the police who came later that there may be volatile poison in the bottle, so there is no need to worry about someone opening it rashly.

Jenkins originally thought he would be taken to the police station to make a statement. The detective who led the team heard that Jenkins was an apprentice at the old antique shop and immediately said that he could leave at any time and go to the police station when he had time. The confession can also be supplemented.

　　 He didn't want to get involved with this trouble, so he greeted the detective and left.

　　 "It's unlucky."

When 　　 walked out of the yard, he still complained softly. He thought it would be a big business, but he didn't expect it to be like this in the end. Now that Mrs. David is dead, only God knows whose hands the antiques will eventually fall into.

　　 I was delayed too long at David's house. I planned to repair my pocket watch after get off work, but I guess I went back to say hello to my dad and the watch shop would also be closed.

　　 He looked back at the David's house, which was blocked by the police, sighed, put the chocolate on his shoulders, and rushed into the flow of people off work.

　　 The distance between David's house and the old antique shop is very long, spanning more than half of the city. He walked all the way, still hesitating in his heart to find the carriage, turning the intersection in front of him, and there was the sound of bells in front of him.

　　 This is the coachman reminding the pedestrians in front of him. Jenkins held his hat to avoid him, but he didn't expect the hooves of horses to stop.

　　 looked up, the coachman took off his hat and gestured to Jenkins, the shading curtain on one side was lifted, and the red-haired girl chuckled:

　　 "I don't know if it is an honor to invite Mr. William to ride with him."

　　 "A few shillings can be saved again."

　　 Jenkins will naturally not fail to agree.

　　 There was only Hathaway in the carriage. Jenkins asked about it. She and Miss Mihail had already been to the old antique shop. Because I wanted to discuss with Jenkins about the black market auction, I came here specifically.

　　 She is still wearing the ruffled tunic with a slim waist, but due to the arrival of autumn, there is also a thick plush coat outside.

　　 "It's really bad luck, I got a murder case."

　　 Jenkins said sadly as soon as he got in the car.

"Oh?"

　　Hathaway was also very interested in this, so I asked Jenkins to talk about the afternoon. Of course he wouldn't say that he guessed the result from the beginning, so he referred to Mr. Detective as a famous detective who was strategizing. Of course, from Hathaway's expression, she cares about other things.

　　 "You mean, the pattern of that bottle is hollow red petals? Do you remember the specific shape of the petals?"

　　 "I don't remember, what's the matter? That seems to be just an ordinary bottle."

　　 The girl fiddled with her long hair. She looked down and saw the iron ring on Jenkins's finger. She raised her eyebrows but didn't ask.

　　 "It has nothing to do with the bottle, but it has to do with the pattern. Remember the witch house I mentioned before?"

Jenkins rolled his eyes and nodded hesitantly: "It's the organization that is made up of female gifters and worships an unknown organization called [The Shadow of the Inverted Mother God]? They also come to Nolan. Yet?"

"Yes, there was a red petal logo in a murder case last week. It was a standard ornament of [Witch’s House], because it was an aristocrat who was killed. I heard Britney talk about it. During the incident, I noticed the mark on the murder weapon dagger."

Hathaway recalled something, and then hesitated to say to Jenkins: "Those **** and **** can do anything. If you are involved in that case, you may be targeted by them. Be careful. ."

"Ok."

　　 He nodded, thinking of another thing in his mind, "She was right...but [Hanging Mother God Shadow]? What the **** is this?"

　　All theology books will point out one thing very clearly, that is, no matter whether it is a great righteous **** or a false god, he has never declared himself to be a creator.

　　 This point is very clear, and therefore, those who call themselves creators, creation gods, or high-level existences related to the concepts of these two are definitely not gods.

Chapter 233 Chapter 229 The Missing Creator

　　【Witch's House】is an illegal organization, or an evil society. They worshiped a creature that claimed to be the [Hanging Shadow of the Mother God]. What exactly this creature is, there is still no conclusion. But since it claims to be the mother of creation, it certainly won't be a god.

　　 When Jenkins was investigating false gods and righteous gods, he was puzzled about the lack of the creator of this world, so he also understood these existences that were not even gods.

　　 may be a powerful gifter, an unknown trick, an evil spirit, or many terrifying supernatural creatures exiled to the void before the Era, but it will never be a god.

　　[The House of the Witch] is jointly classified as an illegal organization by the Orthodox Church and the kingdom officials. They usually haunt the prosperous cities, weaving conspiracies and instigating murder in the upper class. Except for knowing that the members of the organization are all female gifters, other information is not clear.

　　 Just when Jenkins was thinking about it, the red-haired girl sitting across from him thought about the two women he saw that day, supporting Jenkins. Her beautiful eyes looked at the absent-minded Mr. Writer, who looked up at him in doubt.

　　 "I'm really crazy."

　　 Hathaway thought in her heart, and staring at her just now gave her an electric shock. As an adult woman, she knows what this means. If it’s not that the wood on the opposite side has the supernatural power to generate electricity, then...

　　 "Britney, Britney, Britney."

　　 She blushed and shouted the name in a panic in her heart, trying to forget the moment of thought.

　　 The carriage suddenly became quiet, and Jenkins also realized the weird atmosphere. He looked down at his cat, Chocolate raised his amber eyes and let out an innocent cry.

　　 looked up at the red-haired girl, she turned to look at the shading curtain.

　　 There is still a long distance from the old antique shop. Hathaway, who has returned to her normal posture, chatted with Jenkins on other topics. Although she is not a gift from the Orthodox Church, her knowledge and learning of occultism is no less than that of Jenkins, who has just joined the company for three months.

　　 The two talked about tricks, rituals, spells, legends, etc. Jenkins felt that it was actually good to have such a friend of the same age.

　　 Hathaway also learned from the conversation that Jenkins's understanding and learning of occultism is still very shallow. She attributed this to the fact that the black-robed man who led him was very irresponsible, and promised here that she could discuss these things with her at any time.

　　 The carriage put Jenkins on the corner of Fifth Queen's Avenue and left. Jenkins faced the cold autumn wind and waved his hand at the departing carriage several times. Since Friday's auction is not going to participate, the next time the two meet, it will probably be Mr. Hood's party.

　　 Walking along the street towards the antique shop, a little flower girl in a single dress came to the front. There were a few sluggish flowers in the basket. Before she could speak, Jenkins stopped seriously. He took off his hat, smiled politely before the girl was scared to cry, then quickly threw a few silver coins toward the flower basket, and then quickly crossed the street to the other side of the street. Without looking back at the girl who was bowing desperately, she took a big step and walked forward quickly.

　　 Probably, the mental damage caused by that incident will continue for a long time.

　　 When I returned to the antique shop, there was a customer in the shop. This was the old butler of Viscount Augustus. After Jenkins hung up his coat and hat, he understood that the two were discussing how to pay for the last batch of goods.

　　 Mr. Butler wears a black formal dress, and his hair and beard are well groomed. He speaks a proficient lingua franca with a Nolan accent and talks slowly with his father.

　　 The contract stipulated that the money the old man bought the ancient book would be paid to them in three installments within a month. In fact, the money was paid by the church, and it was in the hands of the old man a long time ago, but an ordinary antique shop would definitely not be able to get all that large sum of money, so it was written in the contract that it would be paid in three installments.

　　 Augustus Viscount was probably in a hurry to spend money, so he sent the butler here because the time for the second payment has not yet arrived. The old man was tough at first, but he soon let go, and pretended to go upstairs to get money in the name of "getting the friendship of Viscount Augustus".

　　 "Baron Williams, good afternoon."

　　The old butler still remembers Jenkins.

"Hello, welcome."

　　 Papa went upstairs to get the money, then Jenkins took care of the shop temporarily. Mr. Butler was very kind, and even took the initiative to give up his seat to Jenkins, but he refused with a smile.

　　 "I don't know what happened to Viscount Augustus? The last time I saw him, although he was in poor health, he was still in good spirits."

　　 "Oh, thank you for your concern. Viscount's illness is still the same, but as long as we maintain the status quo, we will be very happy."

　　 When he spoke, his expression was a little unnatural. Jenkins guessed that Mr. Augustus’s illness might have undergone a new change. But the relationship between him and the Viscount is actually not close, so it's not easy to ask about such things.

　　 After taking the money from the old man, the butler left, and Jenkins had the opportunity to tell him what happened in the afternoon.

　　 Its practical "telling" is not exact, he actually projected several important pictures on the "Book of Memories" for Dad to read.

　　 Dad was not interested in the grievances between ordinary people, but he recognized the pattern on the bottle at a glance.

　　 "[Witch's House]?"

　　 He pushed his glasses and came to the same conclusion as Hathaway. But he didn't show excessive surprise, "Now everything is running here...huh, aren't you afraid of being infected with gear germs?"

　　 It seems that the benefactor of [Witch's House] came to Nolan City, the old man knew about it a long time ago. But he didn't explain to Jenkins in detail, but just told him to be careful of unfamiliar female gifters when he was "outside" recently.

　　 This "outside", of course, refers to the black market or other social activities related to the gifted person.