Chapter 930: The Murder Mirror

Joan leaned close to Carl, caressing the furry forehead of the police dog with his big scaly hands.

Carl enjoyed his caress very much, whimpered happily, shook the lush mane on his neck, raised his head and stuck out his big tongue, and licked Joan's palm intimately twice.

Even through a layer of scales, Qiao An still felt the slightest itchiness in his palm, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Taking advantage of the situation, he hugged the police dog's neck and kissed it on the forehead.

Mr. Detective heard the harsh hissing laughter of the lizard man, turned his head and saw Joan kissing the police dog.

The lizard man grinned wide, his mouth full of fangs reflecting the bright cold light in the sun, as if he was biting Karl's head, the scene was a bit scary.

"Have a good time, you two naughty boys!" said Mr. Pinkerton angrily, lighting a pipe. "Now is not the time for playing. We must hurry up and get to work."

Joan let go of Carl with some reluctance, stood up and asked, "Mr. Pinkerton, what are you going to do when you come all the way to such a desolate place?"

"This is where the last murder took place."

Mr. Pinkerton took a deep draw on his pipe, and added:

"That may not be accurate, because I don't know whether this is the scene of the first crime. In short, Harrell Lancashire's body was found near here."

"When the timber merchant's body was found, his body was swollen with mud and water, and his face was unclear. If he was not carrying a gold watch with an inscription, the local police detectives would have no way of identifying him."

"Although many days have passed since the incident, if we are lucky enough, we may still find some valuable clues."

Smoke billowed from Mr. Pinkerton's nostrils like a charmander.

"Come on, Carl, you know what to do!"

The police dog roared in response, sniffing the wetland overgrown with water and grass, as if searching for an unusual smell.

Seeing it in his eyes, Joan couldn't help worrying secretly.

It has been many days since the murder, and there was a lot of wind and rain during the period. What clues can be left for searching?

However, after thinking about it, Karl is not an ordinary hound after all, maybe he can find something of value.

The result really did not disappoint him.

Within ten minutes, Carl stopped and barked at a pile of grass.

Joan and Ted glanced at each other, then rushed over quickly, pushed aside the bushes, and a black object came into view.

Mr. Detective put on his gloves, carefully picked up the black object, and after a little observation, he showed a dazed look.

"It's a half-spear or javelin, and here's the point."

Following Mr. Pinkerton's instructions, Joann observed the obsidian gun head tightly tied to the front end of the broken wooden pole with a thin leather rope, and couldn't help frowning.

"Is this the murder weapon?"

"Most likely."

Mr. Pinkerton handed the half of the spear to the police dog and motioned Karl to sniff the obsidian point.

"If this is a murder weapon, the workmanship is too rough."

Joan rubbed his chin, pondering reasoning.

"There is no need for a murderer to use such a simple weapon to kill people, unless he has special hobbies...or comes from a barbaric tribe whose civilization level is still in the Stone Age."

"Or the murderer deliberately set up suspicions and tried to lead the police astray."

Mr. Pinkerton added a possibility, and gave Joan a meaningful look.

"Your mentor, Professor Moriarty, is best at playing tricks like this. Have you ever heard of the 'Ancient Queen's Curse Case'?"

"In my opinion, if this mysterious case, which has not yet been revealed, is not the masterpiece of Professor Moriarty, it is the work of a certain tomb robber group under his guidance."

"Professor and his accomplices made a fuss about the ancient female corpse excavated from the pyramid, inducing the public and the police to believe that the reason why the members of the archaeological team went crazy and died one by one was because they broke into the ancient queen's tomb, Suffering revenge from the Queen's mummy and dying under the curse, so as to cover up the crime of the tomb robbers stealing ancient cultural relics."

"You're going too far, Mr. Pinkerton. Besides, you suspect that my mentor is involved in criminal activities. Is there any real evidence?" Joan asked seriously.

"This..." Mr. Detective scratched his head in embarrassment, "If there were any real evidence, I would have arrested that old fox a long time ago."

"Since there is no proof, it's better not to speculate. You are a detective, so you should know that spreading rumors and defaming people's reputation is also a crime." Qiao An said angrily.

"Hmph! Damn little brat, he is as eloquent as your mentor, and his mouth is not forgiving!"

Mr. Pinkerton muttered resentfully.

At this time, the police dog Karl suddenly roared, as if he had found an important clue.

Mr. Pinkerton quickly turned his head to look at Carl, as if he was communicating with his "animal companion", and then nodded thoughtfully.

"Any new discoveries?" Joan asked eagerly.

"Carl found residual blood on the tip of the gun, which should be human blood."

"Bloodstains..."

Qiao An stared at the gun head covered in mud, his eyes were dazed, and there was no trace of blood at all.

"You can't see it just by looking at it, but we can use the 'chaser mirror' to do a test."

Mr. Pinkerton touched the storage bag and took out a small palm-sized box, which looked like a metal container for portable razors, with a small mirror on the inside of the lid.

He carefully scraped the mud off the gun head with a dagger, smeared it in the mirror case, and then chanted the spell in a low voice.

"Tana!"

Joan immediately recognized that "Tana" was an ancient elf word, which symbolized "reveal" and "indicate", and was usually used by mages as the activation spells for various detection magics of the "Prophecy School".

The moment Mr. Detective chanted the incantation, the mirror box glowed with silver magic power, and the mirror surface was like a lake blown by the wind, with silver ripples.

Joan's eyes widened curiously, paying close attention to this magical "magic device", what changes would happen next.

When the mirror calmed down, Ted Pinkerton took a deep breath and asked a deep voice into the mirror box.

"Who are you?"

The silver mirror shook slightly, and then lines of bloody textures appeared...

The scarlet texture, as if being fiddled with by a pair of invisible hands, quickly formed a series of clear letters, connected into words in the common language of mankind, impressively in the center of the mirror, showing a man's name:

Harrell Lancashire.

...

Joan was taken aback!

Isn't Harrell Lancashire the name of the dead man?

It seems that Mr. Pinkerton's magic tool can be traced back to its origin based on the blood smeared on the mirror.

In fact, the magic of "Mirror Chasing Mirror" is far more than that.

Next, Mr. Pinkerton asked three more questions one after another.

"What is your identity?"

"Why are you bleeding here?"

"When did you bleed?"

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