Release that Witch - Chapter 496

[Chapter 489 Criminal Pursuit]

“Is this the first time you’ve seen such a scene?” Ren came over with concern, “Go outside and get some fresh air.”

“No… no,” A-Xia saw that Nightingale had crouched beside the corpse, with a calm expression on her face Looking at the wound.

In the face of such a bloody scene, she can still act like nothing happened… I have to persevere, at least not to embarrass her.

“I…vomit…much better.”

“When was he discovered?” Nightingale turned around and asked.

“At dawn today, the surrounding residents went out to fetch water before dawn and found his body—the door was left open at that time, as if it was intended to be shown to others.” Ren Jian said, “If it was before, I’m afraid we will have to wait two or three days to hear the news, but the city hall is offering rewards for reporting behavior recently, so someone reported to the city hall immediately.”

“Where is the identity of the deceased?”

“Shovel, freeman,” Ren looked around The furnishings in the house, “I have nothing… Well, I should have been a mouse before.”

“Has anyone seen him at night?”

“I asked, no.”

“What about the noise?”

“Also…no one heard it. ”

To kill such a big person, you must make some noise,” Nightingale frowned. “Even if you cut his throat, he won’t die immediately. Beating the floor or struggling to death should make a lot of noise.” .Are you sure they are not lying?”

“This…isn’t it possible,” Ren hesitated, “The residents here are panicked when there is a murder, besides, they can get extra rewards for assisting the police in catching the murderer. They have no reason You’re

lying.”

“Well, call everyone around here, and I’ll ask them myself. And… Axia.” Nightingale looked at the assistant.

“Yes!” The latter trembled.

“Go to the castle and ask Soraya to come over.”

“Ah… yes.”

Asha hurried out of the door and ran towards the castle.

For some reason, she felt that the way Nightingale gave orders was simply beautiful, with a strong sense of confidence in every gesture. It was no wonder that His Highness entrusted her with the heavy responsibility of safety.

…

When he returned to the street again, besides Soraya, there were two more people beside Axia.

“How can you not call me for this kind of thing?” Lightning flew into the room and shouted loudly, “Your Highness is really partial!”

“Googoo!” Maggie followed closely behind.

“They… insisted on following,” A-Xia said timidly.

“When I’m not around, shouldn’t you protect His Royal Highness Roland?” Nightingale frowned, “This is not an adventure game!”

“Don’t worry, with Sylvie here, no one can easily approach him,” Lightning squeezed She winked, “Besides, His Highness is about to hold a noble meeting, what dangers can you encounter in the castle hall?”

It’s incredible… Axia thought to himself, why could these two people face the bloody and terrifying murder scene so indifferently?

Especially Lightning, who was obviously a few years younger than himself, but there was still a hint of excitement in his eyes… By God, what did they go through after becoming witches?

“This is…” Ren and a group of policemen stared at the person and bird floating in the air, their eyes widened.

“They are also witches,” Nightingale said angrily, “Anyway, you must go back before the meeting is over, understand?”

“Oh…” Lightning pouted.

“Uh, did you ask me to draw this corpse?” Soraya was the last to enter the room, and Axia noticed that her complexion was not much better than his own, so he calmed down a little.

“No, it’s a picture of the murderer.” Nightingale closed the door and told everyone about the arrest plan. “With the portrait of the perpetrator, post it on the notice area of the square for a reward. This should be the fastest way to find him.”

Earl Elk took a deep breath, “You mean, this witch…Miss Axia can reproduce the murder process?

” Now

you will know.” Nightingale nodded to A-Xia, “Let’s start.”

“Well,” the latter closed his eyes, and according to her instructions, he put the first retrospective between midnight and dawn.

In the darkness, magic power gushes out from her fingertips, intertwined, and gradually forms a clear image—wooden boards, beds, tables, rooms… In her mind, a new house was shaped.

The dead man was lying on the ground, blood was flowing along the uneven dirt, and the door that should have been locked was pushed open.

“Is this… the ability of a witch?”

“It’s unbelievable!”

“Oh my God, these fantasies are too realistic. I would say it’s the power of the devil—”

“Shh! Shut up!”

There were police whispers all around.

“It seems that he is already dead at this time.” Axia felt someone pat her on the shoulder, it was Nightingale, “Don’t waste magic power, change to another time.”

The second time backtracked close to midnight, and the figure on the floor suddenly disappeared. The deceased appeared on the bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

“Does this mean…he died within the time shown by the two phantoms?” Ren asked suspiciously.

“That’s right, from midnight to three o’clock—the hour and a half is the time for the murderer to act.”

“I understand! Miss Axia’s ability can’t last long, and she might miss the murder process, so you I just said that it takes a little bit of luck!”

“That’s right,” Nightingale replied, “Considering that it takes a long time to leave a mark after the murder, let’s recreate it from a time close to three o’clock.”

Axia nodded, exhaled turbid air, and used his ability again to control the retrospective point between two o’clock and three o’clock, the magic power surged towards the empty wall, forming a virtual standing stranger.

He was using the blood-stained quilt to draw something on the wall.

“Looks like I found it,” Nightingale raised the corner of her mouth, “I’m really lucky.”

“Is this the murderer?

” .

“This way you can only draw the side view.” Soraya looked at the wall panel. “Is there a way to make him turn around?” “Ah Xia, I’ll leave

it to you.” Nightingale ordered.

“Yes,” she knew what to do without the other party’s elaboration. The last illusion moved forward for a quarter of an hour. This time, everyone clearly saw the murderer’s true face—he first strangled to death with a rope. shovel, and then dragged the opponent to the floor, took out a dagger and slit his throat.

During the whole process, the shovel did not make any resistance, completely as if he had fallen asleep.

Ren seemed to realize something, UU reading www.sonicmtl.

com Turning his head to look at the water tank in the corner of the room, “He was filled with dream water?”

“It should be true,” Nightingale nodded, “That’s why the victim didn’t make any noise. The throat was cut just to soak up the blood. He died before that.”

“My lord…I’ve seen this man before!” A policeman suddenly said.

“What?” The eyes of the two moved to him in an instant.

The man swallowed, “His name is Mance. He used to be a patrol member. I have dealt with him…”

“Do you know where his address is?” Ren asked.

“It seems to be in the inner city… West Street, near the Sheep Tavern.”

“Very good, it saves the process of finding someone, it seems that luck is on our side,” Nightingale sneered, “He can’t escape, let’s go! ”

“Yes, my lord!” The policemen answered in unison.

(To be continued.)

[End of this Chapter]