"Excuse me, excuse me …" Police officers in raincoats rushed to the scene, their rain boots leaving a long trail of muddy footprints on the wooden floor. Mayor Gray followed them with a serious expression, muttering, "God bless."
Anna and the others hurriedly stepped aside. A bearded police officer with donut residue on his mouth glanced at the group of children. "Children, don't get close to the crime scene. I know you are curious about these things," he pointed to the room. "Believe me, you don't want to see these things."
"I don't want to see these things either," an old voice came from behind the police officer. The skeletal old man climbed up the stairs, panting. "These stairs are really killing me."
"Oh!
Mr. Burns, "the bearded police officer held the skeletal old man." Please understand. No one would have thought that such a thing would happen. Our only forensic doctor happened to be on vacation abroad. We wanted to transfer people from Hangerton, but we didn't expect the old stone bridge to collapse. Now we have contacted the rescue team. Before they arrive, we can only trouble you to make a simple record of the body. "
"Old man, the only doctor in our town. Thank you for your hard work." Mayor Gray patted Mr. Burns on the shoulder. Burns didn't say anything. He smiled understandingly and walked to the crime scene room.
"The bridge collapsed?
Mr. Police Officer, what's going on? "Lena covered her face with her hands, worried.
"Madam, please don't worry. It seems that the bridge was washed away by the flood," Mayor Gray comforted Lena. "The bridge has been there for some years. We have always wanted to renovate it. The materials are all ready, but we haven't had time to start. Now that it has collapsed, we can quickly build a new bridge or a simple temporary bridge. It won't affect everyone's traffic …"
"But this is also a good thing." The bearded police officer touched his beard and removed the food residue stuck on it. "The murderer is trapped in Little Hangerton. This small place, I believe we'll be able to catch him soon …"
A sharp and annoying voice came out. "The bridge is gone!
The bridge is gone!
The murderer destroyed the bridge!
We can't get out! "
A little boy rushed out from Mayor Gray's side. No one noticed this little boy just now. He ran downstairs shouting, causing everyone to exclaim, "The murderer will kill all of us!"
"Pino!
Oh!
This little bastard!
I didn't notice him just now! "
Mayor Gray patted his head and ran downstairs, saying some nice words to ease everyone's tension.
The bearded police officer sighed and looked at Anna and the rest. "Don't spread this … Anyway, things will get better. We will catch the murderer soon."
"Officer Harvey!
You've got to see - "Mr. Burns's exclamation came from the room where the crime took place.
"I'll be right there." The bearded police officer, Harvey, quickly walked into the room. Anna tilted her head and thought for a moment, then secretly followed him. "Where are you going, Anna!?" Hermione called out to Anna in a low voice. Anna just turned around and made a shushing gesture.
[Copper Melon Mission — There is only one truth. On a rainy night in an inn, a murder case in this picturesque town. Who took Dott's life? Young detective, follow every clue and find Dott's murderer. There is only one truth!
[Condition: Catch the real murderer of Dott. Reward: Unknown]
Occasionally, she would like to try to become a famous detective. "The scheming frog has been touching your stomach!"
Anna's sudden words confused Harry and the rest. They looked at each other and followed Anna's footsteps. The Magical Teenage Detective Group was established.
"What's wrong?"
Officer Harvey walked to Burns' side. He looked at the body on the bed and froze. "He..."
The tall police officer standing next to him shook his head. "This is the first time I've seen a body like this in more than 20 years. It's even worse than Mr. Moby's body, who died in the fire two years ago."
Mr. Dott was lying on the bed. One of his shoes was missing and the sole was covered in mud. He was wearing ordinary work clothes. His hand, which was wearing a watch, was hanging from the side of the bed. He was dead. There was a knife in his neck. There was no doubt that he was dead. If that was all, it wouldn't be so terrible. The point was, other than the blood around his neck and the blood that had been sprayed out on the wall, there was no blood anywhere else on Mr. Dott.
He was slightly shriveled and his whole body was pale. The room was silent for a moment. "I found out that his blood was drawn by someone …" Mr. Skeleton coughed a few times. "It's too strange. I don't know what kind of deep hatred there is …"
No one spoke. The tall police officer was suddenly afraid. "The murder case at Liddell Villa... This kind of case... only that psychopath could do it," he mumbled. "Everyone said that they committed suicide... but in fact... that murderer..."
"That's enough, Haier!" Harvey glared at the tall police officer. "Frank Bryce is not the murderer!
We've already investigated back then. You weren't here at that time! "
"But everyone said that it was him... He was a man of few words. He lived behind Liddell Villa. He even went to the battlefield!
Maybe he had some mental illness... Many people said that we shouldn't let him continue living there. "Haier frowned." Who knows if he had anything to do with this incident... "
Burns didn't speak. He looked at the body on the bed and put on a pair of gloves to wipe the blood that was gradually coagulating on Dott's neck. "Gentlemen, I found a strange wound on Dott's neck." Burns bent down. "There are two small holes. It looks like he was injected with something, or maybe his blood was taken from here..."
The police officer with the camera came forward to take pictures of the pinholes. Harvey stood there, stroking his beard. "What about the knife?
Is it from the hotel? "
"That knife came from the kitchen." The tall Haier nodded. "We also found a human head cake in the storage room. It had been destroyed and looked very scary. I think the murderer did it..." He paused for a second. "For example, someone with a mental disorder. We should arrest the suspect..."
"Mr. Dott sometimes talks about Frank Bryce, saying that he's a murderer, a strange old man... Maybe Dott angered him?"
Haier was frightened by the body. As a young rookie police officer in a small town, he had never experienced such a thing. He was so nervous that he wanted to lock up all the dangerous people in the town.
Harvey shook his head. "We can't do that. There's still no evidence to prove that it's Mr. Frank. Haier, calm down!
Mr. Frank isn't even here! "
"Mr. Frank Bryce made an appointment with me this afternoon." The skeletal old man, Burns, coughed. "He should be looking for me at the community hospital now. I left him a note, asking him to wait for me at the hospital. Frank's left leg has some old problems... I'm not sure if he has the ability to commit the crime. His leg hurts more in this rainy day."
"Maybe the pain stimulated him?" Haier frowned. "Maybe he wants to kill someone to relieve the pain..."
"Enough, enough..." Harvey wanted to end this unprofessional conversation. "That's all speculation!"
"Bam!" A police officer in a raincoat barged in. "Officer Harvey!"
He panted. "We caught a suspicious person outside the hotel. He was wearing a raincoat and tiptoeing to look through the window. When we found him, he wanted to run away —"
"Great!" Harvey straightened his raincoat and walked quickly to the door. "Do we know that person?"
"Yes, officer!"
The raincoat police officer nodded. "Frank Bryce, who lives behind Liddell Villa. We've detained him in the lobby."