“Did you see such a scene for the first time?” Rehn came over with concern. “Go outside and breathe fresh air.”

"No... no," Axia saw that the nightingale had already reached the body, and looked calmly at the wound. In the face of such a **** scene, she can still do nothing... she must persist, at least not to lose her face. "I... vomit... much better."

"When was he discovered?" The nightingale turned back and asked.

"Today dawn, the surrounding residents rushed out to get out of the water and found his body - the door was so open, as if it was intended to be shown to others." Ryan briefly said, "If it was before, I am afraid we have to wait two or three days to receive the news, but recently the City Hall is rewarding the report, so someone immediately reported it to the City Hall."

"What about the identity of the deceased?"

"Iron, free people," Ryan looked around at the house. "Nothing... Well, I should have been a mouse before."

"Have anyone seen him at night?"

"I asked, no."

"Sound?"

"Also... no one heard it."

"To kill such a big person, you have to make a little noise," the nightingale frowned. "Even if he cuts his throat, he will not die immediately. Beating the floor or struggling with death should cause a lot of movement." Are you sure they are not lying?"

"This...not to be," Ryan hesitated. "There was a murder. The residents here are heart-wrenching. Besides, helping the police catch the murderer can also get extra rewards. They have no reason to lie."

"In this way, you call the people around you, I personally ask again. And ... Axia." The night owl looked at the assistant.

"Yes!" The latter trembled.

"You go to the castle and call Soroya over."

"Ah...good."

Asha slammed out the door and ran to the castle.

I don't know why, she thinks that the nightingale's command is so beautiful, and there is a strong self-confidence in the gestures. It is not difficult to say that His Highness will entrust her to the safety.

......

When I returned to the streets again, Axia had two more people besides Soroya.

"How can this kind of thing not call me?" Lightning flew into the room and shouted loudly, "His Royal Highness is eccentric!"

"Hey!" McMillan followed.

"They...have to follow," Axia was born.

"When I am not there, shouldn't you protect your Royal Highness?" The night brows, "This is not an adventure game!"

"Reassure, there is Silvi, no one can easily get close to him," Lightning squeezed his eyes. "And His Highness is about to hold a nobility meeting, what dangers can he face in the castle hall?"

It’s incredible... Axia thought, why can these two people face the **** and terrible scene of murder so indifferently? Especially lightning, obviously a little older than myself, and there is still a trace of excitement in his eyes... When the gods are on, become witches, what have they experienced in the end?

"This is..." Rennes and the policeman looked at the one person and one bird floating in the air and widened their eyes.

"They are also witches," the nightingale didn't have a good air. "In any case, you have to go back before the meeting, do you understand?"

"Hey..." Lightning muttered.

"Hey, did you let me come to paint this body," Soloya finally walked into the room, and Asha noticed that her face was not much better than herself, and her heart was slightly calmer.

"No, it is a murderer." The nightingale closed the door and told the arrest plan. "With the portrait of the perpetrator, and then posted it to the square notice area for a reward, this should be the fastest way to find him."

The Earl of Elk took a sigh of relief. "You mean, this witch... Miss Asha can reproduce the murder process?"

"It doesn't always work. We still need some luck because of the duration of the illusion. You will know it later." The nightingale nodded to Axia, "Get started."

"Well," the latter closed his eyes and, according to her instructions, placed the first retrospective between midnight and dawn. In the darkness, the magic emerged from the fingertips, intertwined, and gradually formed a clear image - wood, bed, table, room... In her mind, a new house was shaped. The deceased lay on the ground, the blood ran down the rugged mud, and the door that should have been locked was pushed open.

"This... is the power of a witch?"

“It’s hard to believe!”

"God, these illusions are too realistic, and I am also the power of the devil."

"Hey! Shut up!"

There was a whisper of the police around.

"It seems that he is dead at this time," Axia felt that someone had patted her shoulder. It was a nightingale. "Don't waste magic and change time."

The second back to near midnight, the figure on the floor suddenly disappeared, the deceased appeared on the bed, it seems to sleep well.

“Does this mean...he died within the time shown in the two illusions?” Ryan asked doubtfully.

"Yes, from midnight to three o'clock - this one and a half hours is the time for the murderer to start."

"I understand! Miss Axia's ability can't last too long, it is likely to miss the murder process, so you said that you need a little luck!"

"This is the case," the nightingale replied. "Considering that it takes a long time to leave a mark after killing, it will be reproduced from the time of three o'clock."

Axia nodded, spit out the turbidity, and again exerted the ability to control the retrospective point between two o'clock and three o'clock. The magic surged toward the empty wall, which constituted a standing stranger. He is using a blanket of blood and what is on the wall.

"It seems to have been found," the nightingale raised his mouth. "My luck is really good."

"Is this person a murderer?"

"The appearance is ordinary... I thought it was at least a burly man." Lightning disappointed.

"This way you can only draw the side," Soloya looked at the wall panel. "Is there any way for him to turn around?"

"Axia, handed it to you." The nightingale commanded.

"Yes," she didn't need to elaborate on the other side and she knew what to do. The last illusion moved forward for a quarter of an hour. This time, everyone clearly saw the murderer's true content - he strangled the rope first. The shovel, then dragged the other party to the floor, and took out the dagger and cut open the throat. The entire process did not make any resistance to the shovel, which was like sleeping.

What Rennes seemed to realize, turned to look at the water tank at the corner of the house. "He was poured into the dream water?"

"It should be true," the nocturnal nodded. "So the victim did not make any noise. The throat was cut only to extract blood, and he had already died before he died."

"Big, adults... I have seen this person!" A policeman suddenly said.

"What?" The eyes of the two moved instantly to him.

The man swallowed. "His name is Mans. He used to be a patrol. I used to deal with him..."

"Do you know where his address is?" Rehn asked.

"It seems to be the inner city... West Street, near the sheep pub."

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

"Yes, adults!" the police answered in unison.