Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

In the afternoon, Joyce was invited to the Bayam Police Station

In addition to him and the maid, not only "Provocateur" Hunter accompanied him, but also three well-trained guards behind him.

The chubby police chief led some people in the police station to greet him at the door.

Joyce stepped forward, held his hand, and said with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Director, your efficiency in solving the case is very fast. You only complained in the morning, and you caught the suspect in the afternoon!"

The fat director was quite flattered, and quickly complimented: "Baron Best, you are really good at predicting things!"

"However, I am not responsible for this case. It was completely solved by Dean..." The director turned to look at the young man beside him: "Dean, come here and describe the process of solving the case to Mr. Baron."

"That's also Mr. Director's good leadership, and I will never forget your credit."

"Thank you, thank you Monsieur Baron."

Subsequently, under the leadership of Dean, Joyce and others went to the cell where the suspect was held.

On the way, Joyce suddenly asked:

"How did you catch the assassin?"

Dean keenly noticed that Joyce said "assassin" instead of "suspect", the stone in his heart suddenly fell, and he said seriously: "It's a coincidence."

"When an ordinary police officer was on patrol, he found a tall man acting suspiciously. Out of caution and his own quality, he immediately reported it."

"After I asked the chief for instructions, I immediately led someone to arrest him... The assassin's combat effectiveness is very strong. We injured several brothers, and we finally shot him to subdue him."

"Fortunately, we caught him alive. This assassin is not much different from what you described. His stature, characteristics, and fighting skills are all in line. There is only one problem..."

"What's the problem, but it's okay to say." Joyce said cooperatively.

Dean moved a little closer and said softly, "The captured assassin is a mute, unable to speak... You didn't hear the assassin's voice the night you were assassinated..."

Joyce was taken aback when he heard the words, and he took a deep look at the dark-skinned police officer beside him... Now he is the police chief, and pondered:

"I didn't hear the voice, but the assassin couldn't speak, so wouldn't it be impossible to find the person behind the scenes?"

Dean hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "This is our negligence, but we will do our best to track it down to the end, and, as far as I can tell, the man behind the scenes chose to hire this assassin just to hide himself."

"It makes sense." Joyce was silent for a while: "You have done a good job."

As he said, he patted Dean on the shoulder: "It's just that the investigation work cannot be relaxed."

"Understand, understand." Dean said as if greatly encouraged:

"Mr. Baron, this way please, that assassin was locked in a single cell by us."

Joyce held his nose, and saw a man with short black hair, a fleshy face, and fierce eyes was being tied to the bed, with bandages wrapped around his chest and abdomen, with faint blood oozing out.

From the perspective of an "assassin", he has more than one life in his hand... Joyce carefully studied it for two minutes before giving his final confirmation:

"That's right, it's these eyes, I remember them very clearly."

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, there was a sound of relief behind him, it was from the superintendents and inspectors from the chief to the chief...

Dean added: "We tried to interrogate this assassin, but he was illiterate, so I decided to start with the channel through which he accepted the mission and investigate the ins and outs of the assassination."

"Well, the idea is very good, but you must be careful and don't startle the enemy." Joyce said half ordering, half persuading.

"Understood, Monsieur Baron."

The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and everyone was happy. Joyce rejected the warm and ardent invitation of Mr. Chief, and led the people out of the police station.

It can be clearly felt that whether it is the coachman Kumar, the maid lady, or even the unsmiling guards, they all showed different degrees of joy.

On the way back, Joyce asked with a smile on his face: "Mr. Hunter, the assassin has been caught, so the danger outside is not so great."

"Provocateur" Hunter subconsciously nodded in agreement, and then added:

"The assassin is caught, and the hidden enemies will probably be restrained for a while. Your safety, young master, can be guaranteed for the time being, but you still can't take it lightly."

"Of course, I don't want to die young." Joyce readily agreed, as long as you don't follow me anytime and anywhere!

Back at 14 Storn Street, Harry handed in an invitation.

Joyce took the invitation and put it on the table, and said to him:

"Maybe you've heard of it too, but it's better for me to tell you in person. The assassin has been caught. This matter is over, and you don't have to blame yourself."

"I see, Mr. Baron." Harry bowed his head and turned to leave the living room.

When I opened the invitation, it was actually sent by Ianna, inviting me to attend the dance party held by her on this Saturday night, and the place was surprisingly Ianna's residence.

You really plan to invite me... Did Diego die in vain? Or Ianna didn't know about it...how could she not?

Maybe they want to reconcile with themselves... Maybe this is a, Hongmen Banquet?

go, have to go...

If you don't go, how do you know what they are thinking!

If you don't go, how can you knock the mountain and shake the tiger!

If you don't go, wouldn't your operation be in vain!

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Wednesday, June 6.

Joyce was about to go out, but Hunter did not stop him, but arranged for two guards to accompany him.

The new coachman, Kumar, was also skilled in driving, and the carriage arrived at the destination smoothly all the way - the Oak Bar in the Hesem block.

The party was held as scheduled, and there were no twists and turns due to Diego's death, but there were three or five fewer party members than before, and because the number of people was usually small, it seemed a lot sparser.

"Tianping" put on layers of camouflage as always, walked to the organizer's seat and sat down. Instead of announcing the start of the party immediately, he issued a task:

"Pay attention to the three people in the photo, provide a valid clue for 30 pounds, and determine the location for 100 pounds."

"Intelligence shows that the three of them basically work together, so one clue is likely to earn three bounties. This kind of opportunity is rare."

The waiter distributed the portraits to the participants, and Joyce was no exception.

One woman, two men.

The portrait is a sketch, lifelike, clearly revealing the beauty of the woman... Yes, it is handsome... The eyebrows and eyes are as sharp as a knife, the bridge of the nose is high, the cheeks are thin, and the red pupils are particularly evil.

This can't be a "vampire"!

Then, he looked at the other two sketches, both of which were ferocious, with uncontrollable madness and bloodlust in their eyes...

"How dangerous is it?" A member was obviously moved and asked.

"Balance" replied calmly: "Very high, if you happen to meet, turning around and running away is the only option."

Good guy, who would dare to take the initiative to take this task... Joyce guessed that these three people should be members of the "Rose School". Can't afford it!

Among the wild Beyonders who can survive for a period of time, there are very few fools, and most of them will avoid danger, so the scene subconsciously quiets down.

"Tian Ping" continued to introduce: "This task will be effective in the near future. If anyone gets a clue, they can give it to the owner of the Oak Bar, 'Tian Ping'."

"Let the party begin."

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PS: Fighting Street Diary: I revisited "Let the Bullets Fly" today, brothers, the update is here, and the tickets are ready...