Casimir followed his acquaintance to South Bridge Street, and was even one of the men in gray guarding outside the door last night.

Therefore, he was very clear about the identities of Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing, and took advantage of this convenience to eavesdrop on the entire content of the interrogation in the room.

“So, you made a similar conclusion to ours. But you didn’t intend to wait any longer, but instead started tracking down the murderer overnight?”

Xia Yibing frowned and stared at the man.

“That’s right.” Casimir nodded, his expression becoming a little troubled. “But I didn’t expect there was an unknown danger behind him… When I climbed into the house, the person was gone.”

“No more?” Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows.

“No.” Casimir continued to nod, “But I am sure he is dead and not missing, and I think all the missing people before him ended up like this.”

“Do you have any evidence to support your belief?”

“Yes, but I can’t show it to you just yet. Don’t get me wrong – I think everyone has a right to their own secrets.”

That is the unique method of the extraordinary people.

Hitzfeld’s head started to hurt again.

It seemed like… there was one more person on our side, and she was an “eighth-level agent”… which was good news. But in reality, Casimir was most likely not going to cooperate with them.

Look at him now.

She dared to bet that if Casimir had not realized that his rash actions had caused the information Hitzfeld had obtained to be in vain – that is, it caused the murderer of Haytham to meet with an accident, he would never have shown up on his own initiative, let alone come over to express his apologies to her in a subtle way.

What he has done in the past few days is no less than trampling on the faces of the Nanxinze police. Joe Cole must have been extremely confused when he received the news just now.

You can’t play by the rules when dealing with such a quirk, so Hitzfeld decided to speak frankly to him.

“Are you here to apologize to me?”

“That’s fine if you insist.”

The apology is so roundabout and he is unwilling to admit it.

Damn arrogant.

Hitzfeld gave Casimir his verdict.

“Are you going to join us next?”

“Oh, that’s impossible!” Casimir shook his head quickly. “I’ve heard for a long time that there’s a young detective in Wayne Port, ‘Aisun Hitzfeld’… That’s your name, right? I was originally planning to go back to the capital to get to know you and see your abilities, but I suddenly received this appointment… But in the end we still met in Nanxinze. I think this is the guidance of fate.”

“Destiny?” Hitzfeld was a little stunned.

“Guidance?” Xia Yibing’s eyes became colder.

“That’s right!” Casimir patted his clothes, coughed solemnly, and suddenly raised his hand to point at Hitzfeld.

“I, Casimir, am here to challenge you, Aisuen Hitzfeld!”

“Let’s see who can solve this case first.” He said these words seriously at first, then turned his face away unnaturally: “Let me see… um… how capable the person who happens to get the reward before I investigate the Crystal Sea is.”

Oh……

Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing both breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that he was unhappy about having his bounty snatched away.

(It turns out it wasn’t what I guessed… Anyway, it’s good that it’s not…)

It’s actually normal to think this way.

The Xinze Diocese is very large. Although its overall area is not as large as that of the northern diocese, its population is much larger than that of the northern diocese because of its pleasant climate and suitable living conditions.

It would be unreasonable for the Wheel of Fortune not to send forces to patrol such an important parish from time to time. Therefore, the existence of a level 8 agent is very normal.

The abnormal one is Casimir, and Hitzfeld suspects that his mind is not yet fully developed.

Just to solve the case before me, I was willing to work alone overnight…

If she remembered correctly, whether it was the level division within the Security Bureau or the level division within the library, the number of levels… just corresponded to the authority to access information, which did not mean that level eight was necessarily better than level seven.

Even someone as powerful as the principal of Dream City, Grace, would be killed by evil spirits.

He actually took such a risk just to prove himself.

Is he really not afraid of death?

Or is he really strong and fearless?

Hitzfeld looked at him in an increasingly strange way.

She didn’t actually want to think so.

Because this is actually a bit disrespectful to Darent.

But based on what she had encountered so far, she suspected that the agents working for the Wheel of Fortune were all idiots.

“It’s too late to say that now.”

She snorted angrily.

“Agent, Casimir.”

“I’m listening, Agent Hitzfeld.”

Casimir puffed out his chest with pride.

“Tell me about your findings last night.”

What’s the use of apologizing?

It’s useless.

She wanted to squeeze out as much information as possible from Casimir to see if she could get other clues from it.

“It’s like this…” Casimir became serious again when talking about the case.

In fact, he had originally thought so – since his interference had caused the clues to be broken, he should tell Hitzfeld everything that had happened.

This is called compensation.

That’s only fair.

“I was outside the door at the time, and based on what I heard, I estimated that the man was between 1.75 and 1.78 meters tall… It happened to be my day off, so I wore casual clothes and my uniform and went to No. 215 to keep an eye on him. I found that the milkman’s height and build were a little unusual in the morning.”

“What an abnormal method.”

“Taller and stronger… Normally someone with that build wouldn’t end up working as a milkman.”

“continue.”

“The milkman has to wear a mask, which can conceal his identity. And if you ask him, you can lie and say that the person has changed. Anyway, it’s impossible to expect that stupid woman (referring to Mrs. Fredo) to find out, and those stupid policemen are even less likely to find out.”

“…” For the first time, Hitzfeld felt that Joe Cole had made the right decision.

“And then… the rest is obvious, isn’t it? That’s the murderer. He knows Haytham, and in order to force him to sneak into No. 215, he negotiated with him from morning until afternoon…”

“Wait.” Xia Yibing glared at him. “The milkman stayed in the room and didn’t leave? This will definitely arouse suspicion!”

“He went out.” Casimir waved his hand. “He went out and climbed up to the second-floor window from the back alley. You didn’t notice the west wall. There were several shoe prints there.”

Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows.

This person… does have some abilities.

“Then it’s easy, isn’t it?”

Casimir shrugged.

“I directly found out who was supposed to deliver milk that day, found the address, and discovered the genuine milkman who had been knocked unconscious. I confirmed my guess. Then I found out his former partners through the relationship of ‘Yalai United Investment Company’, and looked for related persons from the police file investigation materials. I locked the suspect’s name and address based on his appearance, height, weight and other data, and then sneaked in-“

He snapped his fingers.

“It’s that simple.”

Chapter 20 The Disappearing Plagiarist

Xia Yibing stared at Casimir with a serious expression on her face.

It sounds easy for him to say it, but it is difficult to do all this in a limited time.

This requires extremely clear and agile logical thinking, and more importantly, a good memory.

Because from the perspective of time planning, it was impossible for Casimir to go back to the police station to check Bella Haytham’s interpersonal relationship information after hanging out on South Bridge Street. It was almost 3 a.m. when all the interrogations ended. From 3 a.m. to 10 a.m., he had less than 8 hours to verify.

He should have… retrieved the relevant information directly from his brain after obtaining further intelligence on South Bridge Street, which means that he memorized it within two days… most likely the text files of all the problematic novelists.

It is indeed an astonishing ability. No wonder he is qualified to obtain the eighth level authority of the library.

Hitzfeld was also surprised. In terms of pure ability, Casimir was definitely the most detective-like person she had ever seen in the Changxia world.

What a pity, he is such a funny guy.

“What do you think about this report?” She thought for a moment and handed the autopsy report to the other party.

“I’ve seen it.” Casimir didn’t answer and directly reported his conclusion: “All body fluids were drained, including the brain marrow. This is just a superficial observation… After the amputation, if you look at the cross-section of the bones, you will find that his bone marrow has also deteriorated and turned into a gray-black powder similar to coal slag. This means that not only was his body fluid drained, but all the nutrients contained in his entire body were drained away.”

“What do you think could have done this?”

“Too many…soft-bodied evil species like the Star Jellyfish, or even the legendary Dream Fairy, are all possible.”

“It can’t be an insect nightmare?” Xia Yibing said unconvinced.

“Impossible.” Casimir glanced at her with a look that said, “So you’re so unprofessional.” “Evil species… that is, evil creatures, including nightmares. No matter what form they manifest, they will always retain the biological instincts of that form. So most of the insect evil species eat by injecting digestive toxins. If it were an insect evil species, our great writer Haytham would only have skin left, not so much meat.”

“Then are you sure it can’t be some other evil species?” Xia Yibing was getting more and more annoyed with him.

“I’m not sure yet~” Casimir licked his lips and smacked his lips, which made him look a little neurotic. “The habit of soft-bodied evil species is to wrap their prey and suck it… This is the biggest possibility we can think of right now, isn’t it? Of course, we can’t rule out other possibilities like the Dream Fairy, but now there is a lack of evidence, and the evidence is broken.”

“Shouldn’t it be your responsibility if the evidence is broken?”

“Oh, I hope you won’t push it any further.” Casimir’s expression changed. “I took the initiative to show up… to apologize to Miss Hitzfeld. It was out of respect for her. You don’t really think I feel guilty, do you?”

“It’s because of her that I would consider replacing her with me to do the same thing, perhaps there would be some additional discoveries. But you…”

He dragged out the last syllable and deliberately didn’t finish his words. He looked at Xia Yibing, shaking his head and clicking his lips.

Bitch.

Xia Yibing clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could pull out her gun and shoot him to death.

“Xia is my best friend, Casimir.” Hitzfeld had to warn him, “If you insult her, you are insulting me.”

“Then I apologize.” Casimir said straightforwardly, but his attitude showed no remorse at all. “Anyway, that’s it. Anything else? I’ll leave now.”

“Don’t worry, I need you to describe the investigation process in detail. Also, I want detailed information about the murderer.”

Next, after some discussion and communication, Hitzfeld finally had a detailed understanding of all of this.

Paul Robert. 45 years old, 177 cm tall, single, living alone, editor-in-chief of the Sinzenen Zeitung. He was the man who murdered Bella Haytham.

He was a close friend and partner of Helsen, and they co-founded the “Yalai United Investment Company” many years ago. After the company went bankrupt, he also lost a lot of money. With the education experience he had received since childhood, he chose to find a job at the “Xinzen South District Newspaper” to make a living.

It must be mentioned here that he is very self-aware, because his basic conditions are actually similar to those of Haytham.

Both read more books than the average person since childhood and grew up in similar environments. The difference is that Haytham chose to pursue writing to the end, while Robert did not even consider this path.

With Haytham’s ability, he is also capable of being the editor-in-chief. If he could let go a little more, perhaps today’s tragedy would not have happened.

“The connection is established, but what about the motive?” Hitzfeld frowned. “Why did he murder Haytham? What evidence do you have that it was him?”

“On the surface, there is no motive.” Casimir shook his head. “Robert had a good relationship with Haytham in the past. That was at the beginning. After the company went bankrupt, he was completely desperate about Haytham and didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. This can be found in the police’s interrogation records: He personally admitted that Haytham went to the Sinzenan District Newspaper to look for him when Haytham was at his lowest point, but he told others that he didn’t know such a person and couldn’t even get into Haytham’s door.”

“Yalai United went bankrupt. Don’t they have any debt disputes?”

“No, in fact, most of the debts were paid by Robert, who was very kind to Haytham.”

“Then how can you be sure that he was the murderer?” Hitzfeld was puzzled.

“I think it might be because…” Casimir hesitated for a moment, but chose to take out a folded piece of paper from his shirt pocket.

“Maybe it’s because of this thing.”

Hitzfeld took it, opened it, and immediately saw the jagged sawtooth marks on the left side.

It was torn out of a notebook.

Moreover, its size, ink marks, and handwriting all correspond to Haytham’s large book.

“I found it at Robert’s house,” said Casimir. “He didn’t even hide it. He just laid it out on the big table with the key under it.”

Hitzfeld ignored him and began to read the contents of the paper impatiently.