Struggle in the Steam Age

After dealing with the issue of his own identity, Lawrence ran to check the tasks listed in the Knowledge Church for the first time. Unfortunately, most of the tasks now need to be completed in the wild, which is not suitable for pure novices like Lawrence.

"It seems that my luck is not very good." After checking the task list, Lawrence murmured and returned to his room, and then took the necessary things to the hospital where Liszt was located. Of course the first thing he did after leaving the house Drop by to the telegraph office next to the church to send a telegram to his father.

After taking the telegram, Lawrence chose to walk there because it was not far from Liszt's clinic. As a result, as soon as I turned to the street where the hospital was located, I heard a loud noise coming from the front.

"What's the situation?" Lawrence followed the prestige, only to find a large group of people rushing towards the corner. He noticed a mixture of excitement and fear on the faces of these people.

"This should be an accident." Lawrence thought, just as he shook his head to continue to the hospital where Liszt was. The yelling of some people in front told him what was going on here.

"Let me see, is someone dead in front?"

"It's true, and the one who died was the chief dancer of the Golden Rose Theater who had been missing for three days."

"It's so miserable, I was cut into two pieces directly from the middle. The cheek was also scratched from the corner of the mouth to the ear."

Hearing the last sentence, Lawrence stopped and followed the crowd on the street.

On the side of this street is the famous central garden of Eagle Fort, surrounded by communities where some wealthy middle-class people live. And the place where people gather is in Central Park.

As one of the most famous attractions in Eagle Fort, its Central Park is the largest urban park in the Old and New Continents. The entire park is centered on a large lake and surrounded by a series of scenery such as woods, lawns, hills, and gardens. It constitutes an excellent place for tranquility in the city. In Lawrence's memory, when he was in school, he would come here every month to have a picnic with his classmates.

When he walked to the place where the crowd gathered, the place where the incident happened was a wood on a small hill. The police had arrived here and pulled the cordon. Several sturdy police officers held their hands on the holsters around their waists and drove the onlookers who tried to squeeze in to watch the excitement.

There was a very strange smell at the scene, even if Lawrence was seven or eight meters away from the cordon, he could smell a smell like a broken egg. Across the huddled crowd, he saw the body lying half-through underwear lying there, covered with a white sheet. There is a small pool of bright red blood still flowing everywhere on the ground.

Obviously such a horrible scene is not very suitable for ordinary people to see. So some of the policemen didn't know that they brought wooden sticks and cloth from it to surround them.

"Woo——Woo——" At this time, a black fully enclosed four-wheeled carriage with the painter's badge on both sides drove up along the gravel path. After the car stopped, the back door of the stuffy tank opened. Two police officers with the special city criminal investigation team badge hung on their chests jumped from the car.

Lawrence took advantage of the two policemen entering the scene and squeezed to the edge of the cordon, then lowered his head and carefully looked at the two corpses five or six meters away from him, especially the limbs exposed outside the white cloth.

"Huh—" After careful observation, Lawrence's pupils shrank slightly as if seeing something, and a surprised voice made his mouth.

Because this was a very cruel murder, the victim was a famous person in the city, and the place where the body was found was in the bustling Central Park in the city. Therefore, the pressure on the police is very high, which in turn further promotes the efficiency of police operations.

A few minutes later, the body was transported into the enclosed carriage of the carriage that was sent to the criminal investigation team just now, and at the same time, the members of the criminal investigation team began to question the people who found the body first.

Lawrence had originally planned to leave with those who had watched the excitement, and then waited for the police to come over to check what he suspected after the police had finished investigating. As a result, he just turned around and heard a sound coming through behind him. "Stop! You, wait there first."

After being suddenly stopped, Lawrence turned his head subconsciously. It turned out that the person who stopped him was a thin, middle-aged and elderly policeman with gray-haired, stone-carved features and sharp eyes like a falcon.

He wears the same police uniform as the others, and the badge of the criminal investigation team is also hung on his chest. On the belt around his waist hung a large-caliber revolver that was a circle larger than a normal pistol.

"Hello, I'm Sergeant Hans." The old policeman walked over and took out his ID, then pointed to a stone bench not far away and said, "I have a few questions to ask you. If you don’t mind, we’ll go there and talk."

"Well, I am willing to cooperate with your work. After all, cooperating with the police is the duty of every good citizen." Lawrence shrugged a little helplessly. It was obvious that his expression should have been seen by the policeman just now. A person with a strange expression on the scene of the homicide will definitely be found by these policemen for investigation in the first place.

"Well, what's your name?" As soon as the two people sat down, Sergeant Hans took out a small notebook and a pencil from them, and then asked the first question with a serious face.

"Lawrence, Lawrence August." After uttering his name~www.wuxiahere.com~ Lawrence suddenly found that the policeman sitting opposite seemed less serious.

"Lawrence August, you are a fresh graduate from Far Harbor University School of Medicine this year, right?"

"Yes, yes." Lawrence looked at the policeman opposite with some surprise. He didn't know why the sheriff could only know his identity after hearing his name.

"I'm Edward's father." Sheriff Hans explained, looking at Lawrence who was a little surprised. "Edward's family has said about you many times, and people in our family are very grateful for your help to him academically. By the way, you can call me Frank."

After discovering the relationship between the two parties, the atmosphere between the two people became much more relaxed. Before Sergeant Hans asked a question, Lawrence took out the chartered detective's certificate and handed it over and said. "I have been living in St. Gutenberg's Cathedral for the past three days because of some things, and the priests there can testify for me."

"That's it." After reading the documents that Lawrence handed over, Inspector Hans immediately trusted what Lawrence said. As the sheriff, he naturally knows what this kind of license certificate represents?

"By the way, I just watched you frowning there, can you tell me what you found?" Sheriff Hans asked when he returned the ID to Lawrence.

This is an act of rushing to the hospital because the victim and the location of the case are too sensitive. In addition, no traces other than the victim were detected at the scene, whether it was hair, fingerprints or footprints. It is as if the victim fell directly from the sky.

"Of course, I would love to share my findings with you." Lawrence nodded. "Have you heard the legend about the vampire baroness?"