Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

The long night will be over.

Joyce opened his eyes, and his mental state had returned to normal. The pillow was empty, and Emily had already left without knowing when, leaving only a note.

Outside the door, the maid knocked again.

Joyce picked up the note and replied, "I see."

The handwriting on the note is very beautiful, it reads:

After "Assassin", the name of the potion of Sequence Eight is "Instigator", which is good at controlling people's hearts and inducing the evil desires in everyone's hearts.

Main materials: the complete snake letter of the blue-eyed gray python, three tail feathers of Buck's parrot

Auxiliary materials: 60ml of pure water, 5 drops of silver mandala juice, 7 grams of powder made from killer bees, 8 air-dried spider legs of Cyclops

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The story I heard last night was so unexpected that I overlooked such an important thing. Fortunately, Emily kept her word.

Finally, the main task of advancing to Sequence Eight can be put on the agenda. When all the materials are collected, the remaining "Assassin" potion in the body should be completely digested.

The authenticity of the formula must also be considered, but Emily still needs to let herself be the bait, and will not do such an unwise move...

You have to put bait to make a nest when fishing!

Confirm that the recipe has been firmly remembered, burn the note by hand, and start to enjoy breakfast after washing.

The crispy white bread, smeared with high-grade butter, filled with well-cooked ham, and paired with a cup of fresh hot milk, made Joyce very satisfied. This was one of the reasons why he was full of anticipation every day.

After the meal, Harry stepped forward to report:

"In the morning, someone has been sent to the Bayam Police Station to inform Dean. In addition, Carl's body has also been buried."

"Well, you're doing well." Joyce wiped the lower corner of his mouth with a tissue,

"Send someone to Rose Manor to call Mr. Hunter back. The security measures at home need to be strengthened."

"Understood." Harry first agreed, then bowed and blamed himself:

"It was an oversight on my part, Monsieur Baron."

Joyce lifted him up and comforted him:

"It's none of your business. There's no need to punish yourself with other people's mistakes. Prepare a new carriage. It may be used."

Harry left solemnly, and Joyce took Sophia to the living room.

"What do you think of what happened last night?"

Sophia recalled the details she had observed, and concluded:

"Everyone is outraged that you were assassinated and saddened by Karl's death, even Kumar who was usually jealous of Karl."

Joyce nodded in satisfaction. This was the result he expected, and asked curiously, "Kumar?"

Sophia explained: "Kumar once competed with Karl for the driver's position, but unfortunately it didn't work out."

That's it, it's okay...

Joyce was constantly perfecting the plan in his mind, and Dean rushed over as fast as he could.

Seeing him panting and flushed, Joyce smiled and said:

"Don't be too nervous, sit down and rest for a while, Sophia, go get a cup of tea."

"Thank you...thank you, Monsieur Baron."

Dean gasped and thanked...couldn't he be in a hurry! This person in front of him is his biggest backer. If something happens to Mr. Baron, he will be beaten back to the original point immediately, or even worse.

Joyce carefully observed the changes in Dean's epaulets, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I've been promoted to sheriff."

"The trainee sheriff is currently in the probationary period." Dean said modestly, and then complimented: "It's all thanks to your recommendation to the chief."

"I just happened to chat with him for a while, the key is that you are capable enough." Joyce said casually, seeing Sophia bring in two cups of Earl Gray tea:

"Drink a sip of tea to moisten your throat first, and then talk about business."

Dean took it thankfully, took a sip, saw Joyce put down the teacup as well, and then said:

"Monsieur Baron, I am rested."

Joyce cleared his throat and began to tell "his story":

"Leaving from General Gordon's banquet last night, it was about half past nine. Because I drank a lot of wine, I took a nap in the carriage."

"In a dazed state, I was suddenly awakened by shouts and fierce fighting, and then I found Karl, the driver, fighting with a masked man in black."

Joyce paused for a moment, waiting for Dean's notes to catch up with him.

"At that time, my drunkenness dissipated immediately, and I rushed forward to join the siege. The masked assassin's combat power was quite strong, and he would not lose the wind against the two of us."

"The sky was dark and chaotic. I stabbed the masked assassin with a sword. He probably felt that he couldn't win, so he ran away on his own initiative."

"I was about to go after him, but I found that Karl was already seriously injured. Before I could find a doctor, he had unfortunately died."

Dean listened attentively, and recorded the whole process like a dizzy pen. After reading it again, he raised his head and asked:

"Monsieur Baron, can you describe the characteristics of an assassin?"

Joyce recalled: "He kept his face covered all the time, about 1.8 meters tall, with sharp eyes, rough palms, and great fighting ability."

That's right, what he was talking about was the image of Diego, but in Bayam, such people are not uncommon... But some interested people who get this transcript will definitely notice it, for example, Major General Bright.

"Where did it happen?" Dean asked again.

"I've had someone prepare a carriage near Stirling Street, and I'll take you to the scene of the crime in a while," Joyce replied.

"You look more professional than me!" Dean praised the situation, and then asked:

"Where's Carl's body?"

"Carl has no family around so I've had him buried," Joyce said.

Just finished praising his major, why did he get buried... Dean was stunned for two seconds, and seeing the pained expression on Mr. Baron's eyes, the surprise flashed across his eyes.

He lowered his head and asked a few more questions one after another. Joyce answered them one by one. After that, Dean asked to observe the carriage in which he was assassinated last night, and left the living room.

Joyce didn't follow out immediately, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat: "What do you see?"

Sophia, who had been standing behind her all the time, replied softly: "His concern and respect for you is sincere and urgent, almost like the servants at home."

"In addition, he is very confident. He didn't stop when he took notes, and maintained a calm state of thinking. He seemed to believe that he would find out the truth..."

"When Karl was asked, he was puzzled and confused, but he quickly returned to normal."

Joyce was silent for a while: "This shows that he is not just flattering, but has a strong ability in himself."

"Let's go and see what clues he can find."

The carriage last night had not been cleaned, and there were still blood stains, but it had turned dark red.

The car door was open, and Dean observed carefully in the car. Seeing Joyce coming, he got out of the car and said, "Mr. Baron, did you carry the dead coachman Karl into the car?"

"Yes." Joyce replied.

"Isn't what you were wearing last night?" Dean asked.

"No, did you take last night's clothes to wash?"

Joyce turned his gaze to Sophia, who stared slightly and quickly replied, "It's been cleaned."

Seeing this, Dean stopped entanglement, as if he had never asked the question just now, and asked instead:

"Where is Karl's wound?"

"In the middle of the chest and waist and abdomen." Joyce pointed to his right chest, which was probably at the lower edge of the liver.

Dean thought for a while silently, looked up and said:

"Mr. Baron, I have no more questions. When shall we go to the scene of the crime?"

"immediately."