"If the murderer's target is General Hansen, then why would she..." Frank Fussen was about to ask the murderer why he chose to pretend to be a socialite and stay at the Hotel des Nations, but he stopped when he reached his mouth because he found out

I asked myself a stupid question.

I saw that the National Naval Museum that Hoover Hansen was going to attend was right across from the Hotel des Nations. As long as you were a little higher on the hotel floor, you could easily see the whole square in front of the museum.

The fact that Hoover Hansen would come to attend the opening ceremony of the museum had been promoted by the museum as a selling point half a month ago, and the British people in Turin were also very interested in this. After all, Hoover

·Hansen, a naval hero, rarely appears in public and is very mysterious, and mysterious things often attract people.

Therefore, within a few days after the publicity came out, all tickets for the museum's opening on the day were sold out.

"Damn it," Frank Forson couldn't help but curse and said, "If the assassin is General Hansen, then this matter cannot be solved by the Special Bureau and the police. The murderer must be caught as soon as possible.

"

Leo asked: "If a murder occurs across from the Hotel des Nations, will the museum opposite not be affected and will it still be held as usual?"

"Although it will be affected a little, it will not stop the exhibition." Frank Fussen shook his head and said: "This exhibition is led by the Navy and has been prepared for half a year. Let alone a murder, even if

It was me who sent the news that General Hansen would be assassinated, and they would not change their decision to display it."

Leo said with satisfaction: "This is good. I am also worried that the museum will be stopped due to the murder."

Frank Forson looked at Leo in confusion, because Leo's attitude made him feel a little confused, so he asked: "Isn't it better to stop holding exhibitions?"

Leo replied coldly: "If the exhibition is stopped, where can I find a bait that can lure the murderer out?"

Frank Forson couldn't help but frown when he heard this. He could hear the indifference in Leo's words, and felt that Hoover Hanson, a naval hero and an important figure in the military and political circles of the kingdom, was as much in Leo's heart as in general.

There is no difference between people, otherwise they would not have said anything to use this big shot as bait.

Obviously, Leo has not thought about the impact that if Hoover Hansen is successfully assassinated, it will have an impact within the kingdom, or even the countries surrounding the kingdom and the countries in the Moissan continent.

"What a cold person." Frank Forson couldn't help but comment on Leo, but he quickly put the matter aside because Leo's words just now made him realize another important thing.

Then he confirmed to Leo: "What do you mean, the murderer did not leave Durin?"

Leo said firmly: "Of course he didn't leave! If the murderer gave up the assassination and chose to leave, he wouldn't have killed Pasa Kagolan. After Pasa Kagolan recognized the murderer, he must have guessed the murderer as well.

What was he planning to do? He knew very well what impact the assassination of Hoover Hansen would have. As the deputy envoy of the Panier Mission, he was absolutely unwilling to see such a thing happen, so he stopped the murderer. But

He overestimated his ability and underestimated the murderer's determination, and he never expected that the murderer would attack him mercilessly, which is why this murder case occurred. Since he has killed Partha Kakulan, then

It means that he can't look back at all, so the assassination will definitely continue."

After listening to Leo's analysis, Frank Fussen also felt that the analysis was reasonable, but he did not think the matter was very serious, so he said: "The murderer must be crazy. It is impossible for him to succeed in the assassination. Even if he didn't

Our reminder is that a murder at the Wanguo Hotel so close to the museum will definitely attract the attention of the Navy and strengthen security during the operation. Now that the purpose of the murderer is clear, our Special Bureau and the police will definitely eliminate the manpower. Is the murderer not

There may be a chance of success.”

"Is it impossible to have a chance of success?" Leo couldn't help but shook his head when he saw Frank Forson's confident look, and said: "There are no absolutes in things. The murderer must have thought of this, but he still took action, which means that he

He was absolutely certain of assassinating Hoover Hansen, even if Hoover Hansen was being protected."

"You seem to know something?" Frank Forson looked at Leo and asked doubtfully.

Leo did not answer, but looked out the window at a group of children playing on the street, so he walked out and quickly came to the group of children. Following the doubtful and wary eyes of the children, he took out

He paid a dozen pennies and said, "I want to know something strange that happened nearby. If you name one, I will give you a penny."

After hearing Leo's words, the children did not speak, and all showed doubtful expressions. In their opinion, Leo behaved like a madman, but the attraction of Penny still prevented them from running away. They looked at each other and looked at each other.

One of the weakest children pushed out and asked him to test whether what Leo said was true.

The child looked at Leo in fear, then looked back at the other children, and then summoned up the courage to casually talk about something that happened around him recently that he thought was weird.

After he finished speaking, the pennies he had not expected to get from Leo were stuffed into Leo's hands. This made him stunned for a long time, unable to believe that this was true.

Seeing that their companions had been rewarded with pennies, the others couldn't hold back their desire for pennies. They all stepped forward and told the strange things they knew, for fear that the pennies in Leo's hands would be stolen by others.

, and several of them started arguing with each other because they said the same thing and were worried about not getting the pennies they deserved.

Soon the dozens of pennies in Leo's hands and pockets dispersed amidst the noisy voices of these children.

Seeing that there were no more pennies, the children stopped talking, each took a few pennies and ran away contentedly.

"What are you doing?" Frank Forson looked at Leo in confusion and asked.

"Look for clues to confirm your suspicions." Leo answered with a smile.

Frank Forson wondered: "Looking for clues? From a bunch of kids who don't know anything?"

"It is precisely because they don't understand anything that the children's words are more authentic and do not add some subjective imagination and modified answers." Leo turned to look at Frank Forson and asked: "What did you say just now?

I listened to the children talking about various monsters, do you think the strange things here are related to our case?"

Frank Forson was stunned. Although he was standing nearby just now, he didn't pay attention to what those children said. In addition, the noise of those children made him hear nothing at all, let alone

Writing it down, naturally I can't answer Leo's words.

Leo did not expect Frank Forson to answer. He turned back to the house, walked to the attic at the top, then walked to the small window of the attic, pointed to the scene outside the window, and said: "Look, this

What does it remind you of?"

Frank Forson looked out the window and found that his line of sight could pass through the roof of the house opposite and see a specially opened public green space in the distance.

At first, Frank Forson did not understand Leo's intention of asking him to do this. After scanning the scene in front of him, he was about to ask Leo to tell the answer directly and stop being mysterious, but he saw a picture just now.

Suddenly, it flashed through his mind, and it overlapped with another scene in his mind, which made him swallow the words that originally came to his lips, and then turned his head and looked out the window again to confirm what he was thinking.

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"The scene here is very similar to the scene around the square in front of the museum." After repeated confirmation, Frank Fussen said with a serious expression.

"It's not very similar, it's exactly the same. The square area and the distance from here to the square are very close." Leo refuted Frank Fossen's opinion, and then pointed to an obvious bump at the window edge and some traces on the surrounding dust.

, said: "Those children just now mentioned that the gophers on the lawn and the birds flying in the air were shot and killed recently."

Frank Forson quickly understood what Leo meant and said: "You mean that the murderer used this place as a training ground, and when the training was in progress, he assassinated General Hansen from a high place."

"I think so." Leo nodded.

"Impossible." Frank Fussen shook his head and said: "There is a distance of about 500 calories from that lawn. Today's most powerful steam engine crossbow can only produce damage within a range of 200 calories. Two hundred calories.

It has almost no power when it reaches 300 calories. Let alone 500 calories. Whether it can be shot is a question."

Leo said: "Yes, the range of the steam crossbow is indeed too far, but what if it is a firearm?"

"It's impossible. The power of firearms at short distances is pretty good. At long distances, unless the caliber is increased and the amount of special ammunition is increased, it is impossible to have much power. If it is changed like that, it will be the same as a cannon. Then

How could an eye-catching guy carry it casually?" Frank Fussen retorted: "And you also said that the children said they found gophers and birds on the lawn shot and killed, but they did not mention any huge things.

There was no sound, so the murderer must have used a short crossbow to assassinate him at close range."

Leo did not speak to refute Frank Forson's words, but answered with practical actions. He directly pulled out the queen and fired a shot towards the lawn in the distance. Under his deliberate control, the gunshot was very weak, so weak that even if

People nearby couldn't hear it, and the bullets fired easily hit the trunk of a small sapling on the lawn, breaking the sapling in half. Standing in the distance, you can still see the collapse of the sapling.

After seeing this scene, Frank Forson had nothing to say. He was silent for a moment and said, "I will warn the Navy." Then, he asked expectantly: "What about your side? Can you?

Did you find the murderer?"

"Let's try it!" Leo looked inside the room and said, "That person is very smart and didn't leave any useful clues. We can only find him through other methods."

As he spoke, Leo left the attic and returned to the two corpses on the second floor. Then he took out some high-energy substances, crushed them into powder, added some dyes and the like, mixed some water, and placed them

Grind it carefully in the grinder until it becomes muddy.

Then, I saw him taking the high-energy substance filled with mud and water and carefully drawing a rune magic circle composed of Turing roots beside the bed. After drawing, he stood at the small circle drawn at one end of the magic circle.

circle, and signaled Frank Forson to stand in another small circle.

After making all arrangements, Leo squatted down and put his hand on the Turing root under his feet. While chanting the incantation of the wizard's witchcraft, he injected the wizard's spiritual energy into the magic circle to promote the entire rune magic.

The array is running.

Frank Forson was completely attracted by the rune magic circle that was shining with a faint light. This was not the first time he had seen such weird patterns composed of Turing roots. When he was working with the palace wizard, he

On more than one occasion, the court wizard arranged such a Turing root pattern.

However, the Turing character roots arranged by Leo were very complicated, so complicated that except for a few Turing characters that he could barely understand the meaning of "cry", the rest of the characters couldn't figure out what was going on.

Just when all the Turing characters and patterns were shining brightly, the two corpses on the bed that had begun to rot suddenly sat up from the bed as if they were alive, with confused and confused expressions on their swollen faces.

The made corpse alarmed Frank Forson. He had a look of surprise on his face, and at the same time he instinctively placed his hand on the gun at his waist. It is no wonder that he would make such an expression, because according to his previous experience

, the resurrection of any corpse is not a good thing, it is usually accompanied by a huge disaster, and the best way to deal with it is to completely smash the corpse before it turns into a disaster, so that there is no possibility of resurrection.

However, Frank Forson finally resisted the urge to smash the corpse into pieces and stood quietly in the magic circle composed of Turing roots, watching Leo's movements.

"What did your murderer look like?" Leo could feel that Frank Forson was very dissatisfied with him for waking up the dead body, so he didn't waste any time and went straight to the point and asked.

"Strange...strange...things..." The female corpse made a very vague vibrato with her vocal cords that were not completely damaged, and the general meaning could barely be heard.

However, this answer was not what Leo hoped to get, and he also knew that his question was too vague. Even a sober person might not be able to answer it, let alone a dead sentence.

So, he asked again: "What are the characteristics of the murderer?"

"Light...light..." The female corpse said another word, and at the same time as she said this word, her body suddenly trembled violently, and cracks appeared on her skin, and a strong light emitted from the cracks.
Chapter completed!