Chapter 48: Song of The Wind (7)

Chapter 48: Song of The Wind (7)

The blood stains on the floor had been wiped clean and only a little bit of blood had dropped into the cracks on the floor. No one knew how many people had stepped on this floor that hadnt been repaired in years and whose colour had turned dull, so much so that it almost blended in with the colour of blood.

Jin Cheng scraped some sawdust from the cracks with a dagger, then he looked at it carefully and said: The blood stains should have been here for a long time. its definitely not recent.

Tang Cuo continued to search the room and finally came to a conclusion: Do you see that the distribution of these blood stains looks like a magic circle?

This statement triggered Jin Chengs interest.

He directly prepared a basin of water and used water as a substitute of blood to link all the blood stains. After he was done, Jin Cheng stroked his chin and studied the picture carefully, saying: This is indeed a bit like a magic circle. Do you know which one does it look like?

Tang Cuo understood: The incomplete painting?

Bingo. Jin Cheng snapped his fingers. Thats it. Some blood stains are undone, but looking at the overall pattern, this is very similar to the magic circle in the painting.

But what did this point to?

The blood stains might have been there for a while and perhaps left behind by the previous tenant, but if such an obvious clue didnt point to Bazz, it would be a bit difficult to comprehend.

But how could Bazz, a kind-hearted, enthusiastic and cheerful person, have anything to do with a magic circle of the Rose Sect?

Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo immediately carried out a more thorough search around the rented flat and finally found a letter in the crack of the bed board. To be precise, it should be called a dying letter.

[Today is finally a sunny day. The wind has pushed open the window and the wind chime is ringing again. Its such a pleasant feeling.

The cold will always pass.

When this winter passes, there will be wonderful music on the street again. Beibeis jam pies will also have new flavours, because the fruits of Yorkshire are about to ripe again.

I look forward to it so much.

Everything will be better.

And I hope only the wind will know about my death.]

This was a dying letter that wasnt exactly a dying letter. It didnt pass on anything and wasnt signed either, but Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng could both agree that the writer was Bazz.

As they opened the window and looked out, the messily stacked-up black houses seemed as though they would collapse at any point tnow, and the people living in them were like weeds. Which weed would sincerely look forward to the music and miss the jam pie in Beibeis Cake House?

It could only be Bazz with red, cotton-like hair.

He was probably sick and wrote this letter when he was about to die. It was last winter, half a year ago. Jin Cheng said as his eyes fell back to the only wooden bed in the house, feeling as though he could see Bazz lying there, struggling with sickness.

He continued: This can explain why he knows Dr. Albert. Dr. Albert is also related to the Rose Sect, so a magic circle appears in his room.

One clue was connected to the next and the truth had gradually surfaced. But if this series of happenings were all chained together, they still lacked a few important nodes.

For example, did Dr. Albert eventually cure Bazz, so that the magic circle was entirely erased? Was there any connection between Bazz and Lisa? Or which faction did Dr. Albert really belong to?

The two then left the rented flat, bought some food on the street and discussed their next course of actions while eating. The main mission hadnt been updated yet, so it might be that they had to continue investigating in the White Leaf District and the next plot could only be triggered after they obtained some results.

Jin Cheng shamelessly sat down on the pavement and asked: Youre a detective, where do you want to go next?

As a noble knight, Tang Cuo naturally always stood upright. Even eating the cheapest cornmeal pancake wouldnt make him compromise his aura. After thinking for a moment, he said: They both have a magic circle in their place, but Lisa is dead and Bazz is alive. What do you think is the difference?

Their leader is different? Lisa communicates with Priest Peter while Bazz communicates with Dr. Albert. In other words, theyre not from the same faction?

Maybe.

Tang Cuo had the last bite of the pancake and said: Im going to see Lisas body.

After about twenty minutes, the two arrived at the small courtyard where the body was collected.

At this point, Jin Cheng slowly walked to him from behind. Seeing how the situation had turned out, he couldnt help raising his eyebrows, then his eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled and asked softly: Didnt you want to see the corpse? Do you know that theres still one more place in the White Leaf District that still has a corpse?

Tang Cuo: The church.

Priest Peter was killed in the church after the assassination of the Grand Duke today. The guards had temporarily taken over the church and dealt with the priests body. It had only been half a day, so the body should still be inside the church.

Tang Cuo was afraid that something bad would happen if he was late and even used the Sprint skill. Under the moonlit night, the two figures jumped over roofs and reached the church from the courtyard within fifteen minutes, startling all the soldiers guarding the gate.

Without wasting a second, Tang Cuo pulled out the badge of the Greenvines Alliance and flashed it before their eyes, then pushed the gate in. The stunned soldiers finally managed to react after half a second, but no one stepped up to stop him.

Someone from the Greenvines Alliance. As the leaders had said, this matter was under the alliances control.

Inside the silent church, only a few soldiers were dozing off with swords held in their arms. The sound of footsteps running awakened them, making them draw their swords and look around dazedly to eventually land their eyes on Theodores handsome face.

Where is Peters body? he asked.

In in the central court. We just buried him. A guard recognised him and decided to step forward: The Grand Duke ordered him to be buried in this church, and we also prepared a coffin for him.

Hes already buried?

Tang Cuo frowned slightly.

Seeing his expression, the guard asked cautiously: Sir Knight, what do you want his corpse for? Weve examined Peters corpse and found nothing unusual, otherwise we wouldnt have buried him.

Tang Cuo didnt answer.

However, Jin Chengs voice came from behind: If youve buried him, dig him out. At worst, we can always bury him again.

Huh? The guards doubts surged to the point of no return.

Five soldiers, each with a shovel, dug up the soil in the heart of the court and pulled out the buried coffin, while the two masters who insisted on digging up graves at night just stood by each side to supervise the work.

The atmosphere felt pretty bizarre.

Even more bizarre was that when they pushed open the coffin, it was empty.

Wheres the corpse?!

How could this happen, I obviously saw him buried in it?!

Ghost it was a ghost!

The soldiers threw their shovels and backed away in fright. Tang Cuo walked to the coffin, carefully reached out one hand to touch the coffin wall and saw blood stains at the bottom.

Jin Cheng brought a lamp to him: Peters wound is at the back of his heart, so the blood stain is in the right position. The extent of blood drying also seems correct.

Tang Cuo: Where do you think he went?

Jin Cheng shrugged: Maybe hes peeping at us from a corner.

This single statement was so terrifying that the soldiers immediately stepped back and looked around, as if a ghost would jump out in the next second.

Tang Cuo opened the system panel and found that the main mission had finally changed.

Jin Cheng also looked at his panel and asked: My mission is to look for Peter and inform Celtic of the clues. What is yours?

Tang Cuo didnt want to speak.

[Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight]

The second round: Song of The Wind

Main mission: Return to the rented flat to heal your injury and wait for Bazz.