Chapter 405: Doubt

After hearing this news, the first thought that came to my mind was-the victim of the coup.
I don't know if you still remember that Clark was the adventurer who fought against me with Charles before. He was a powerful fighter under the Second Young Master, and he was also the captain of the city's defense.
Such a high-powered, smash hit guy died, and it would be a bit conspiracy.
However, the specific situation still has to be analyzed at the scene.
So, I pretended to be a little sad, and said to Harold: "Sorry, please."
Unexpectedly, Harold actually sneered at me and said with contempt: "Don't pretend, I know you hate this guy, I actually don't like him."
"Hehe, it turns out you think so, so I won't pretend." I let out a sigh of relief and stretched out my hands: "I was afraid that you would have rebellious emotions."
"I don't like it or I don't like it, but he is my subordinate after all. Although people are a little arrogant, they are still efficient." He sighed and said, "Without him, there will be much less relaxing rest time."
Hearing what he said, I once again felt the sadness he encountered. It was a rare break time. It was compressed, halved, and turned into a busy and complicated work time. If this changes me, Designated to be mad for ten minutes to show indignation.
Clark's body was found in a corner of an alley. There was only one scar on his entire body. At the position of his neck, there was a two-inch wide opening, which was deep.
The blood dripped all over the floor, soaking half of his body, exuding a strong smell.
In his right hand, he held the spear that he used to fight with me tightly. There were many deep and shallow dents all over the spear, which at first glance was the result of a long battle.
However, just as I was about to take this conclusion as a final conclusion, Harold spoke: "Clark must have been in a fierce battle before he died."
Yura nodded and motioned to the recorder waiting aside to record Harold's words.
I am a little puzzled: "How do you see it?"
Harold pointed to the spear and said, "There are a lot of new shallow marks on it."
I squatted down and took a closer look, but I didn't see any clues. Is it because I am not professional enough as an adventurer?
So, I looked at him dumbfounded.
Harold understood my expression and responded: "A few days before the incident, he asked me to help his spear."
Oh ~ that's clear.
However, this spear with interlaced canine teeth does not look like it is made of metal...
Reaching out, I tried to pick up the spear, only to find that the weight when I started it was much heavier than I thought.
At this moment, the coroner on the side shouted sharply: "Don't move, let it go!"
I was stunned and dropped the spear in my hand.
Harold glanced at me and shook his head with a smile: "Unprofessional means unprofessional. Have you protected the scene without seeing it? This is to avoid interference when handling the case. It's better for you to directly destroy the scene. "
I spread out my hands innocently and embarrassingly: "I didn't mean it, who knows there are so many rules to say."
Harold ignored me, but continued to communicate with the coroner on the side.
The things they communicated are very serious, and I am not interested at all. Relatively speaking, the wound on Clark's neck is more able to attract my attention.
Although I am not a professional and cannot read more information from the corpse, I am a fighter, a fighter who uses swords well and is often injured. I still have my own unique insights into trauma.
This is the so-called long-term illness.
The wound is very thin, it should have been quickly broken by a sharp blade, and the sharp blade will not be too long. It is a kind of dagger.
According to my guess, after fighting with Clark for a while, the murderer took advantage of his unpreparedness, bullied himself, pierced his neck with a dagger, and quickly pulled it out.
Moreover, it is always in a moving state while it is being pierced and pulled out. Only in this way can deep, narrow, shallow and wide scratches appear.
Judging from this, the assassin who attacked Clark must be a master of specialization, and only this kind of master can leave fatal damage on the opponent at the moment of passing by.
I did not say my own judgment, even if I said it, it was completely useless. Such hidden assassins are often a mystery to others. Moreover, there may be someone involved in the coup d’état behind him. A person in power, in this way, everything becomes more difficult.
Harold seemed to see me with a serious face, and said, "Do you have any ideas?"
I shook my head and said, "No."
He nodded, and said ‘oh’, his tone was full of ‘I don’t believe it at all, you absolutely have ideas’.
I grinned a bit. I didn't get along for a long time, but the tacit understanding was cultivated well.
Yura was standing back between me and Harold, and she suddenly squatted down and punched me twice.
I:?
She pointed to Clark's trousers and said, "Look, what's that?"
I followed her instructions and looked up and down for a while, without seeing any problems with his pants, then turned my head back and responded to her with blank eyes.
Three or four tic-tac-shaped anger symbols appeared on Yula's head in an instant. She suddenly poke my waist with a finger, and only a violent poke at me, the whole person jumped up and fell to one side.
Fortunately, Harold's eyesight was quick, and he grabbed me so that I could avoid the scene of rushing directly to the street.
Harold frowned and said, "Yura, what are you doing?"
Yura snorted and ignored Clark's trousers instead.
"Huh?" I rubbed the poked position on my waist, still looking dumbfounded.
Harold also followed Yula's direction and looked over. After a while, he suddenly let out a surprise, took two steps forward, squatted down, and looked at it carefully. As he watched, his brows furrowed tighter.
I still look confused and don't understand at all. Is this a clue?
Just when I was about to ask, Harold suddenly turned his head and exchanged glances with Yura, which was very serious and a little worried.
"Xiaoyi" Harold suddenly turned to me: "I promised to give you gold coins before, let's go, we will go back to get the gold coins."
"Then here..." Just as I was about to speak, I saw Harold wink me suddenly.
I quickly changed my words: "Oh, yes, the price of gold coins is higher, and the price of gold coins is higher. This time, you can give me more gold coins!"
After Harold gave a few words, we hurried to the direction of the guild with Yura and I.
They walked fast and in a hurry, as if they were chasing something. However, I read the difference from their expressions.
They are very serious and very anxious.
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