Chapter 473: Lurker in the Night
This murder case soon attracted great attention from the police, and was secretly handed over to the local night watchers.
In a place like Backlund, the death of three people is already considered a major case, and the murderer provocatively hung the bodies on the Belland Bridge, attracting the attention of many people.
As for the identity of the three people as members of the Yellow Monks, they were not made public, but were replaced by the names of ordinary citizens.
Leonard in the Qiaowu District also noticed this case, but he did not intervene, but let the local night watchers solve it.
He was concerned about deeper things, the revenge from the Yellow Monks organization.
In just one or two days, the figures of the Yellow Monks appeared in many places in Backlund.
Beggars on the street, homeless people nearby, drunkards in bars, etc., all those who might be related to this case were thoroughly investigated.
As for those unofficial extraordinary people who like to hide their tracks, they have become the focus of observation.
Anyone who dares to resist will be retaliated by fate and die in misfortune.
Such a large-scale action soon attracted the attention of the Church of the Goddess of Night, the Church of Storms, and the Church of Steam and Machinery.
It must be said that such a large-scale, rude and barbaric method of killing the innocent rather than letting them go did play a certain role.
In the dock area, a homeless man who often slept under the street lights late at night showed extraordinary strength when facing the large-scale investigation of the Yellow Monks. With the cover of darkness, he successfully escaped from the hands of the Yellow Monks.
At present, his whereabouts are unknown and the situation is unclear.
Leonard carefully read the details of the case. When no one was around, he curiously asked the old man in his body, "Strange, neither the Church of the Goddess of Night nor the Church of Storm and Mechanic can find out the specific identity of this criminal, as if he suddenly emerged from the ground."
"Hide the fate."
"Is the murderer a Beyonder of the Fate Path?"
"Not necessarily."
"Are there other Beyonders involving fate?"
The old man in his body was silent for a while, "This is not something you need to worry about."
"Hehe, just pure curiosity."
"Hehe, then continue to be curious."
"Hey, old man, don't you know the answer either?"
Leonard tried to use the provocation method, but did not get any response.
He leaned back in the chair and murmured, "Not long ago, an old immortal appeared, and now there is a case like this. I always feel that Backlund is going to change again."
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Late at night, in the house at 160 Boklund Street, Klein was lying on the bed to rest.
A breeze blew gently, and then the closed window was pried open by a mysterious force, and the curtains were blown gently.
Klein woke up immediately from his deep sleep and remained alert, but he did not open his eyes. He just tried to keep his breathing steady and pretended to be asleep.
Someone sneaked into his room!
And that person was hiding behind the curtains and secretly observing him!
Didn't the night watcher come to investigate him last time?
It's only been a week, why are they investigating him again?
But after waiting for a while, Klein did not notice any other movement.
The person who sneaked into his room just hid behind the curtains quietly, like a hunter, silently watching him, without making any sound or extra movements. It was more like using his house to avoid the enemy who was pursuing him.
Klein did not say anything, just pretending that he didn't know all this, and continued to choose to sleep soundly.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, the person hiding behind the curtains left through the window again. Before leaving, he glanced at the bed here, and then closed the window again.
The whole process was silent, without any extra movement.
If it weren't for his excellent spiritual warning, he would never have noticed someone sneaking into his room tonight.
Is this an unprovoked disaster?
Klein lifted the quilt, sat up straight, and looked at the vertical curtains.
As for the identity of the man just now, he was pretending to sleep just now and didn't see his true appearance. He just vaguely felt that this was a man with a delicate mind and extraordinary courage.
"Should I call the police?"
Klein pondered for a while, and finally chose to pretend that this incident had never happened. After all, he was just an ordinary rich man and could not find such a mysterious person sneaking into his room late at night.
And calling the police would not only attract the attention of the police, but also may lead to revenge.
But he was still very interested in the identity of this late-night stalker.
After waiting for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.
He planned to try to find out the identity of this person tonight through divination.
But the result of the divination surprised him very much. In one sentence, there is no such person.
This means that the other party has a means of detection that can block divination.
Anti-divination, anti-prophecy
Klein was silent for a while, then left the gray fog. When he returned to his bedroom, the window was opened again, and there was a note on the table under the moonlight.
Although he was puzzled, Klein still walked over and spread out the note on the table. He saw that it was written in beautiful words: "Someone just sneaked into your room."
Is this a reminder from a kind person?
Klein reached out and picked up the note and sniffed it. There was a faint fragrance, which showed that the person who wrote the letter was a lady.
Combining what happened around him and the people he knew, he quickly thought of Miss Hazel, who lived in the house of Congressman Macht nearby.
He had seen her sneak into the sewer on the street late at night. It was estimated that she happened to see someone enter her room tonight, and then wrote a note to warn herself.
What a kind girl.
Klein smiled and burned the note, pretending that nothing had happened.
The intruder tonight was definitely a troublesome person, and he didn't want to make trouble.
The next day, at dawn, Klein got up and went to the window, opened the curtains, and noticed with his sharp eyes that there was a thumb-sized spider silk growing behind the white curtains.
It was very thin and new, like a web just made last night.
Is there a spider in my house?
No, the Belland Bridge case!
Klein recalled the newspaper he had seen a few days ago, which recorded a bizarre murder case. The victim was tied into a cocoon with spider silk by the murderer and hung on the bridge.
Was the intruder last night the criminal of this case?
Was he trying to avoid the police last night?
But there was no sound of the police taking action. If it was the police, they would definitely search door to door.
What a hassle.
Klein frowned slightly. Should he call the police?
He didn't want to let the brutal criminal go, but he couldn't tell the police that he had determined that the intruder last night was the criminal based on this thumb-sized spider silk, right?
Then he should change his name to Detective Sherlock.
In the end, he didn't call the police. He just had a simple breakfast and went out for a stroll. When he happened to meet Miss Hazel on the street, Klein could see the deep doubts in her eyes.
Another two days passed, and Backlund's nights became more and more restless.
Many witnesses claimed that they suddenly saw a black shadow flashing on the street late at night. The police just asked them to go back and wait for news, and then send the new news to the night watchman as soon as possible.
Late at night, Earl Hall's house.
Audrey was sleeping soundly on her big bed when she suddenly heard Susie's cry, which made Audrey wake up immediately and turn on the night light at the head of the bed.
The light instantly illuminated the entire bedroom.
Audrey only saw Susie on guard, staring out the window with bright eyes.
Susie's cry also woke up the maids, servants and servants of Earl Hall's family, and soon, lights were lit one by one.
The whole Earl Hall's house soon became bright and shining like daylight.
Earl Hall, wearing a purple nightgown and a gray coat, hurriedly brought people to Audrey's room and asked her anxiously what happened just now.
Because Susie is very well-behaved and smart on weekdays, she will not bark randomly in the middle of the night. She must have discovered something and then issued a warning roar.
"Just now, there seemed to be a black shadow flashing outside the window. Susie found something wrong and started barking."
"Woof."
Susie followed up with a voice, indicating that this was what happened to Earl Hall tonight.
Earl Hall looked solemn. He asked several servants and maids to stay here to accompany and protect Audrey, and he led people with lanterns to search the area outside the window.
No trace of people was found, but there were traces of spider webs on the bushes.
Looking at the place where the web had obviously just been made, Earl Hall's face darkened and ordered people to guard every corner around to prevent anything from happening again.
After more than an hour of tossing and turning, Audrey lay back on the bed to sleep, but there were two more maids sleeping on the floor in the room, and several more servants guarding the windows and doors.
This made it impossible for her to discuss what had just happened with Susie alone.
It was not until the next day that Audrey waited for a brief opportunity to be alone with Susie.
"Susie, what did you find last night?"
"There was a shadow hiding outside the window, as if observing something." Susie recalled what happened last night, and her tone became solemn, "That was definitely not an ordinary person. I felt an extreme chill from him. He seemed like a demon returning from hell, a top hunter."
"Audrey, I'm sorry that my vocabulary is still a bit lacking, and it's hard to describe that person accurately with words."
"It's okay, Susie, you protected me last night."
Audrey smiled and stroked Susie's head. It's estimated that the other party didn't expect Susie to find him so quickly.
But who could that shadow be?
Could it be the mysterious murderer who provoked Mr. Hasta last time?