Count of Wizards

Although it was late at night, in the dark bedroom, Valverde did not lie on the bed and fell asleep. Instead, he sat in a formal suit on the chair in the bedroom, with a trace of his face facing the door. With a serene smile, he still holds a revolver in his right hand, which hangs down!

At this time, Connor’s gun was aimed at Valverde’s head. As long as he made a slight change, he would shoot immediately. However, Valverde didn’t seem to realize that he was in danger. It was still this weird picture. With a serene smile on his face, he just watched Connor motionless.

　　 Time seems to have stopped at this moment, and the room is quiet, allowing Connor to feel his heavy breathing.

　　 Looking carefully at Valverde's appearance, Connor's mind suddenly moved, as if thinking of something, a touch of determination flashed on his face, and he took the gun at Valverde's head vigilantly, and cautiously turned on the gas lamp in the room.

　　 "Da!"

　　 With a crisp sound, a faint flame of the gas lamp ignited, and the orange flame passed through the glass lampshade, instantly bringing a bright light to the dark bedroom.

"Huh······" exhaled a sullen breath, Connor, with a solemn expression, slowly lowered his revolver aimed at Valverde's head, and as the bright lights appeared, Connor could clearly see. A hideous blood hole is appearing in Valverde's temple.

　　 On the wall next to Valverde, the splashes of bright red blood and gray brains hung there unabashedly.

　　 No matter how you look at Valverde, he is now a dead man without any doubt!

　　 Observing the tragedy of the scene carefully, Connor fixed his eyes on the revolver in Valverde's right hand, and an idea that he felt very absurd appeared in his mind.

　　 "Chip, analyze the death method of the deceased right now!" Connor is not sure whether the facts are really as he imagined. He needs the results of the chip analysis to prove his vision.

"Dip! The analysis is complete. The deceased committed suicide by shooting. Through ballistic analysis, the gun used by the deceased to commit suicide was the revolver he was holding in his right hand!" Connor did not wait for a long time, and the chip quickly gave Connor's thoughts as before. The answer you want.

　　 Hearing the results of the chip analysis, Connor's face changed strangely. This result really coincides with what he guessed. Valverde actually committed suicide!

Although he didn't know that Valverde had shot himself in the evening after extorting himself during the day, Connor did not think much about this issue. Instead, he immediately began to search the entire detective office to determine whether Valverde had any. Leave a written record of his affairs.

　　 After half an hour, he searched Connor, who found nothing, and took a deep look at Valverde in the bedroom, still with a serene smile on his face, then turned and left Valverde’s detective agency.

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　　 "Connor, did you not rest last night? You are in a bad state of study today!" Ms. Denise, a lecturer in Byzantine History at Green University, frowned slightly and asked the students sitting in the first row with concern:

　　 "I'm sorry, Ms. Denise, I rested a bit late last night, sorry!" Connor, who was dozing off, quickly stood up and explained with an apologetic expression:

　　 "Young man, pay attention to temperance!" Ms. Denise said meaningfully:

　　 "Hahahahahaha!" Connor's classmates roared with laughter in the classroom. Among them, Connor's good friend George laughed loudest.

　　 "Teacher, I..." Connor looked embarrassed and just wanted to open his mouth to explain, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Okay, okay, the body of the young person is your own. You can borrow the notes for this class from other students. Don't do this tomorrow! Sit down!" Ms. Denise was very tolerant and forgave Connor. Waved his hand to signal that Connor could sit down.

Sitting back in his seat, Connor shook his head insignificantly. Ms. Denise said nothing wrong. He didn’t have a good rest last night, but it was not just the day before. That night from Valverde’s detective affairs. In the three days since his return, Connor has not had a good rest. He has been thinking about a question, why did Valverde commit suicide?

　　 He only blackmailed himself during the day, and there was no reason to commit suicide at night, and his suicide was so strange that Connor can still remember the serene smile on Valverde’s old face.

　　From the standpoint of human nature, Connor doesn't think that such a greedy, cunning, and despicable detective would use suicide to end his life.

　　 If Valverde committed suicide, then from the point of view of logical reasoning, it would be impossible to explain it anyway!

However, if Valverde’s homicide ~www.readwn.com~ caused the suicide by the murderer, then maybe everything can be explained. Although his assistant chip confirmed that Valverde committed suicide, the serenity on Valverde's face Smiling, Connor, who was already a junior wizard apprentice, thought of another possibility!

　　 That is extraordinary power! The power of wizards!

　　 If the truth is true, then everything has a reasonable explanation!

　　 "By the way, Connor, your tutor, Professor Reyes, asked you to visit him after class. He seems to have something to tell you." The bell rang after class, and Ms. Denise reminded Connor:

　　 "Thank you!" Although I didn't know what was going on with Reyes, Connor smiled politely and nodded to Ms. Denise.

　　Walking on the way to the villa where Reyes lived, Connor was hesitant to take this opportunity to tell Reyes about his other hidden worry, the green light spot, and seek his help.

In the past few days, he tried to use his own mental power to remove the green light spots on his arms, but all failed without exception. This made Connor recognize the reality. He has no ability to be alone now, but Drop the green light spot.

With the passage of time, the possibility of spiritual worshipers finding themselves through the green light spots will increase. If you want to prevent this from happening, the most practical way is to seek his mentor, Reye. Si's help.

　　 walked to the door of the villa, knocked gently on the door of the villa, hesitating Connor made up his mind, choosing a day is not as good as hitting the sun, it’s today!

　　 The door of the villa slowly opened, but the person who appeared after opening the door was not the mentor Ferguson that Connor was familiar with, but an old man with a somewhat rickety figure dressed as a butler.