I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 45 Small Footprints

The setting sun shone through the bay window, but did not bring any light to the castle.

Even though Xia Qingdai opened her eyes and looked carefully at each inch, she was unable to do so because of the dark light inside.

There were no clues to be found with the naked eye, so Xia Qingdai didn't waste any time, climbed out of bed, pushed open the door and walked to the living room, took out a magnifying glass and a strong flashlight from the tool box and took them back to the room.

Returning to the castle again, Xia Qingdai turned on the flashlight and shined it in. She raised the magnifying glass and zoomed in inch by inch to take a closer look.

A ray of light that had been weakened to an unknown extent fell straight down from the sky. Even with the backdrop of night, not many people would raise their heads and pay attention to this celestial phenomenon.

Everyone held torches and looked for people in the fields and village roads. In the cold weather, I was forced to come out of bed to work, and almost everyone was cursing.

When Owen walked into the living room of the castle, he saw the falling skylight for the first time.

He opened the window and looked up at the clouds, only to see a looming face in the clouds.

The next second, right under his sight, a giant hand descended from the sky in mid-air, holding a piece of black-framed glass, searching for clues inch by inch under the light.

"What is this?" Gauss, the future prince of mathematics, asked in a low voice.

"Magnifying glass." Owen replied with a faint smile.

"magnifier?"

Gauss looked confused. He went downstairs again when he heard the noise in the castle.

Seeing Owen by the floor-to-ceiling window, she walked quietly to his side, followed his gaze, and saw the huge black-framed lenses moving quickly in the sky.

As smart as he is, he doesn't know what this is.

Magnifying glasses could be found in large cities and university campuses in the eighteenth century.

The origin of magnifying glasses can be traced back to more than a thousand years ago. In the 17th century, it was already clear that convex lenses can achieve object magnification, which promoted the industrial production of magnifying glasses.

But who said this is just a small village? Gauss, the future mathematician, physicist, and astronomer, is just a twelve-year-old boy who has not seen much of the world at this moment!
  So it's not surprising that he doesn't know about magnifying glasses.

But Owen, who loved reading and traveled across the ocean, had this insight.

He knew that this was the magnifying glass, and he also knew that this was the goddess looking for Shirley with the magnifying glass.

Sometimes, he has the illusion that the sky is not heaven, but a world of giants in another latitude.

Because there are too many things on my mind, I naturally have fewer words.

Two people, one tall and one short, stood in front of the window and looked at the sky quietly.

After a moment, Owen turned his head and said to Gauss: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest. It's getting late. You should go up and rest early. I wish you a sweet dream."

"Okay, good night." Gauss also felt that standing here was of no use and might make the owner uncomfortable, so he bowed slightly and went back to the room.

Xia Qingdai took a flashlight and a magnifying glass and searched every inch of the glass jar, especially the edge of the castle. She wanted to turn over all the bricks to find it.

In this way, it turns out that Huangtian paid off and she discovered some strange footprints at the back door.

She immediately took out her mobile phone from the window of her room in the castle, held it up in front of her, turned on the camera, zoomed in, and photographed the traces.

You can’t take pictures of living things in the castle, but you can still take pictures of dead things and traces.

After taking a few photos, she immediately opened WeChat to find Xia Shanglu's dialog box and sent it to her brother for help.

Xia Shanglu, who was extremely rare, replied to the message quickly: "Why are you taking some footprints for me?"

Xia Qingdai: "I want to know what can be seen in these footprints? I feel like there are traces of dragging." Xia Shanglu: "Well, there are traces of a child with his butt stuck out and being dragged forward by a man with a slight slope. .What is this, a screenshot from a movie?"

As a ambitious policeman, Xia Shanglu learned many skills, and reading footprints was one of them.

"Lame?" Xia Qingdai muttered to herself, put away her phone and did not reply.

She took the magnifying glass again and followed the footprints inch by inch to zoom in, but after seeing a drag mark, there were no small footprints anymore.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Qingdai shouted into the castle: "Owen, Owen, can you hear me?"

Owen's head came out of the window, looked up at the blurry face in the dark sky, and replied: "I'm here."

Xia Qingdai put her phone down, pointed to the photo she just took of the back door and said to him: "There are traces of a child being dragged by a cripple at the back door. Go check and see if such a person has appeared today."

Lameness is a very prominent feature, so it shouldn't be difficult to sort out the people who came today.

Xia Qingdai remembered that the original servants in the castle were all people with sound limbs, and none of them should be lame.

However, she was not sure. After all, there were many servants who stayed in the servant area of ​​the castle all year round. They tried their best to avoid their masters when working. Xia Qingdai didn't have many opportunities to see them, so she still wanted Owen to go. Check it out.

Owen quickly called all the maids who had just looked through the castle (the male servants were looking for someone outside with the tenants holding torches), and after questioning, he quickly got a piece of useful information.

At this time, Xia Qingdai had already taken a flashlight and a magnifying glass and searched several times, but she really couldn't find anything more.

What is certain is that the little guy is no longer within the confines of the glass tank.

So she put down the flashlight and magnifying glass, pressed on the roof of the castle, and reappeared in the study.

At this time, the maids had just dispersed, and Xia Qingdai asked Owen what progress he had made.

Irving said solemnly: "Some people said that they saw Mr. Maxim Richard's butler driving a carriage outside the courtyard of Fortress Villa and watching for a while."

"Who is this Maxime Richard? He's not today's guest, is he?"

If he was a guest today, he wouldn't be surprised that his carriage was parked outside. He should have gone into the yard to find a parking space.

"He is a squire from another land nearby, next to Mr. Brown's Tao Le Manor." Owen explained, "He is a relatively proud and lonely squire who moved from London and looks down on country people. Since I I haven’t interacted with him since I moved into Fucui Villa.”

"In other words, after you moved here, he didn't visit you according to the etiquette for neighbors. Of course, you didn't invite him to this dance."

"Yes."

"But his butler was seen at the Fortress Villa today, right?"

"Yes."

"And his butler happens to be a cripple."

"Yes."

"Then ask."

"I have arranged for a servant to deliver the post."

Owen and Xia Qingdai exchanged a look, and then closed their mouths in tacit understanding.

It was obvious that both men were suspicious of the squire Richard.

(End of this chapter)