Lord of the Silver Crow

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The carriage rolled on the road, rolled up the spray, and the rain hit the roof of the carriage. There was a intensive click.

"Please give a detailed overview of the situation, Mr. Bent." Listening to the sound of water splashing when a horse's hoof stepped on the road, Paulin asked aloud to the man wearing the red bow tie on the opposite side.

Yago stared at the man in front of him as well.

The man in front of him was the manager of the Di Lude Grand Theater before, and now...

"That's it, gentlemen."

The man in dark gray formal wear paused, looking at the two detectives who had met before, organizing the words:

"I am currently working in a publishing house..."

"Di Lude Publishing House? Or Glinton Publishing House?"

Yago interjected and asked.

Di Lude Publishing House is one of the businesses of Viscount Nafar, and Glinton Publishing House, of course, needless to say, although it is relatively new, it has the rich businessman Glinton as its base, and of course it should not be underestimated.

"Uh, Greenton Press." The former manager of the Dillard Theatre, Mr. Bent smiled bitterly, "I am now an editor of Greenton Press."

"One of the detective novel writers I am in charge of, Mr. Taberji is gone..."

"Have you reported to the police? Did his family report to the police?"

Bao Lin routinely asked.

"Uh, this, no." Bante shook his head.

Paulin didn't expect this result either. He glanced at Yago, who remained silent, and then asked questioningly:

"why?"

"Because he didn't really disappear." The expression on Banter's face was a bit embarrassed.

Bao Lin raised his brows and motioned for the other party to continue.

"In fact, it is like this. Mr. Taberji has a quirk. He often leaves us some clues, and then runs away by himself. Let us follow the clues to find him..."

Bante covered his face:

"The editor who was in charge of Mr. Nerenle before me either resigned or changed other authors, and I am a new recruit, and I am not good at solving puzzles..."

......Pitiful.

Yago and Paulin looked at each other, and they also understood the troubles of this Mr. Banter.

Paulin asked:

"Tuberji? Is he famous? Is he excellent?"

"His pen name is Duntesche..." Bante whispered.

"Dontesche!?" Before Bante finished speaking, Paulin's voice sounded.

"Yes, that's right."

"What is Duntesche?" Yago felt that the name was familiar.

"The author of "The Sapphire of Pastor Rambe"."

Meeting Yago's eyes, Paulin replied:

"It's about a pastor from the Liming Church who solved the case."

Dawn Church...solve the case...

Sequence 9 of the Dawn Path is "Detective".

Moreover, he seemed to have seen this name somewhere.

"Yes, Mr. Taberji is very important to our Greenton Publishing House. I heard that our publishing house spent a lot of money to dig him out. If there is a problem with him, my job will be necessary. Gone."

Bante looked bitter and helpless.

The carriage finally stopped at the northern edge of the new business district.

Stepping out of the hire carriage and opening the umbrella, Bent stood on the street floor where a few puddles had accumulated, and pointed to a three-story, slightly dilapidated single-family house.

Yago got out of the wagon with Paulin and came to the house.

Bante stepped forward, took out the key and opened the door.

Under the gaze of Yago and Paulin, he opened the door and explained:

"Mr. Taberji gave the key to the publishing house."

"..." Without making any comments, Paulin and Yago walked into the room.

In terms of size, it is naturally incomparable with the Fast family mansion. Although it is a small single-family building, it is not a villa.

The lighting is pretty bad, and Yago’s first feeling after entering is this.

The position and orientation of the windows are like deliberately preventing light from entering the house. They are embedded in the corners, and the fireplace is located in the center of the room hall, just beside the stairs.

It's a mess.

Bao Lin immediately realized this strange setting, and he asked aloud:

"Mr. Banter, shouldn't this house be designed and built by Mr. Taberji himself?"

"It's not."

Bante shook his head, brushed off the drops of water that had been thrown on his body from shaking the umbrella, removed the right foot that was stepping on the broken pieces of wood, and replied:

"This house was originally like this, but Mr. Taberji took a fancy to this point and bought this abandoned house. I think it's not because the abandoned house is too cheap."

With that, he put the umbrella next to the fireplace, and then walked upstairs:

"Two, please come with me."

Yago and Paulin also put down their umbrellas by the fireplace and followed each other up the stairs.

The moment I stepped on the stairs, a sensation of slight deformation emerged, and at the same time, an uncomfortable squeaking sound followed.

Yago felt that the stairs might collapse at any time.

Slowing down, Yago stepped up the stairs as lightly as possible.

As soon as he reached the second floor, a dark, damp, musty smell came out and reached Yago’s nose.

Bao Lin also frowned. Is this really a place where people live?

"Tebelji quite likes this atmosphere. For his safety, our publishing house also tried to help him repair the house, but he refused every time."

Bante looked around, bypassing a dark green patch on the ground that was not known to be moss or mildew, came to the first room on the left, and opened the door:

"Mr. Taberji prefers to leave clues in this room."

Yago and Paulin walked into the room.

There is also a fireplace in the room, but there are no windows and no vents.

"Is this a suicide room!?"

Yago couldn't help but complain.

In addition to the fireplace, there is a long table that occupies most of the room, and there is a chair in front of the fireplace.

"I can guarantee that if the fireplace is lit, the person sitting in that chair will burn his buttocks."

Paulin couldn't help but get the channel:

"I hope he doesn't wear a tuxedo often."

This kind of weird decoration made it easier for them to find clues when they felt a little confused.

After all, there are very few furnishings.

Soon, the two found a note, a note pasted under the chair:

"I hate the police, we must kill him."

A note handwritten in Catasian.

Holding the note, Paulin shook his head, then turned to look at Bante at the door, and habitually moved and said:

"Mr. Banter, are you sure that Mr. Taberji has no anti-social personality? Or is he a criminal?"

Hearing that, Bante was a little nervous:

"Should, shouldn't be."

"Well, I won't tease you anymore."

Paulin unfolded the note, and then said to Yago:

"This is a sentence from the novel by Don Tescher-‘Each of us has a policeman sleeping in his heart. At some point, we must kill him.’"