481 Famous Detective (1/2)

The investigative work quickly ran into some difficulties. Judge Thor was deep in thought with the load of information before him. He couldn't stop thinking about the intel gathered earlier in the afternoon before he finally made the absolute sentencing.

”There's only one truth! The murderer is... the most unlikely person of them all. Uh-huh, it's me! Me, the investigator!”

The young Thor gently pushed up his thick-framed glasses. A glint seemingly appeared as his wise gaze pierced through endless misleading obstructions and pointed the truth right out!

”Wait! It looks like something's not right.”

Even he thought the verdict was pretty ridiculous. He hurriedly pulled out workers manual from his chest pocket to find the regulations that should be observed at a time like this.

After his two partners' eyes met, they simultaneously shook their heads helplessly. After they exchanged their opinions in their gazes, a dark elf anti-holy knight, Diana, immediately spoke up.

”Forget it. I'll take on the investigative work. I thought that because you're the judge that you'll…”

She didn't need to say more. It was already very rare for the dark elves to hold their somewhat mocking tongue, and to be able to see the green-faced goblins blush. It was practically unheard of for such an innocent goblin to actually exist.

On the other hand, even if I monitored it all through the wall using Harloys's tricks, I still had the urge to cover my face and cry in devastation. They were... They were freaking mocking me! How did this clown ever get to take this case alone?! Was it the Japanese military police? Was it the political commissar? There was a traitor here!

”This is the person you chose to represent you? Your court and law school produced someone like you?”

As expected, the silly cat spread salt on my wounds. However, I could almost make out why he made such a ridiculous verdict. In some aspects, it really did have something to do with me.

Don't misunderstand. I definitely wouldn't write the stupid protocol saying ”When you can't find the culprit, the investigator is the culprit” in the worker's manual.

”...He should be a student from the crash course. The case handbook really did have a line which read, 'To suspect everyone is the best proposal to avoid the logical dead ends'. However, he seemed to have a warped understanding; otherwise, he was swayed by the seniors, or…”

*Slap*

A flustered Thor accidentally dropped another notebook on the floor, causing the bookmark to also fall out. It was just that… the title of the book left people feeling a little helpless—”The Eternally Famous Detective” by Roland.

”...Or it's because you've been poisoned by that damn detective story! Quit messing around! I know that I created this disaster and I know that those guys will obviously change the story to ”Roland's book collection” out of boredom. This is an entertaining detective novel. It's for entertainment, so professionals shouldn't take it seriously! And yet, you actually put a bookmark in it, wrote notes, and used it like a reference book? Forever righteous Wumianzhe! Take this fool back to the furnace and remake him! I can't stand him anymore!”

On the sidelines, the four elemental swordcaster, Mary, couldn't watch anymore. She picked up the book a little helplessly.

She and the anti-holy knight, Diana, were old partners. For this case, they were investigating the cover of the ”death council”. Considering that they might need the help of a professional in law, they applied for assistance from the high ranks. In the end, they sent a knucklehead like this.

”Isn't this a fictional story?”

”But didn't the seniors say that they could find inspiration from fictional stories when coming across over complicated cases? This here is but the master's work! From it, I learned over three hundred kind of ways to commit murder!”

I wanted to walk into a wall. For real.

”In reality, have you come across strange and troublesome ways to kill people? Would normal people use such troublesome ways of killing people to resurrect? This really is nothing but an entertaining little story!”

[Pft! To actually be this trusted by juniors, how does that feel?]

”...So yet again, it was your fault.”

Feel? At that moment, I felt like Harloys and Astrya should have been thrown in hell. It was so hard for me to withstand double the comments.

Diana and Mary exchanged looks and had a complete conversation in silence.

”Alright. Since the new person is unreliable, let's not expect anything from them and do it ourselves.”

The two of them quickly organized the related files and started to recall the case and discuss related witnesses. Thor, the goblin, knew that he screwed up big time just now, so all he could do was stand aside and watch.

There were a total of seven sacrifices in the nearby three towns. Many victims' entire families were sacrificed, so there was a total of twenty-seven victims. For half a year now, there were twelve strangers who had no guarantor or family. Their tracks were questionable, and obviously suspicious...”

The two female knights and swordswomen seemed to be about twenty years old. I must have never met them before, so they most probably had only worked two or three years and were semi-new at this. But at least, they were still able to organize files and data.

But…

”The owner of the bakery in the nearby town is suspicious. Three months ago, his wife passed away, but he didn't say anything or show the slightest bit of sadness. When we went to investigate, he just kept on staring at us.”

”Uh huh, I think so to. When we suddenly turned our heads as we left, he was still staring at us. As soon as you saw that wily gaze, you could tell he wasn't a good person. Who's to say it isn't his guilty conscience. Let's put him on the list of suspects.”

The sound of their lively discussion made even Harloys ask me with a little hesitation, ”Is the bakery owner really a disciple of the dark practices?”

”No. As for why he wasn't sad about his wife, well… you've never met his wife. She looked like a magnified goblin. Every time Old Wanke got drunk, he would cry about how his wife forced him to marry her back in the day and how he would endure his wife beating him back at home... I always thought that it was already really decent for him not to start a parade in celebration of his wife's death.”

”Why did he stare at her? Was it not because of his guilty conscience?”