The muzzle was pointed in the direction of the bedroom door and then shook slightly.

However, this situation did not last long and the pistol moved again.

It flew directly back to the right drawer of the desk.

Snatch. Before hitting the desk, Alder seemed to have expected it and pulled the drawer open just in time.

The pistol flew in without any obstacles and lay quietly in the drawer.

Ald's eyes moved to the bedroom door, took out a magnifying glass from his waist, came to the door, squatted down, and looked carefully little by little.

Seeing this, Martin probably guessed Alder's ability.

He should be able to trace back the motion of an object.

The pistol just now should have repeated the movement trajectory before it fell to the ground.

It's just a reversal.

Martin looked at the Quaternary History Book that was opened on the table, and a scene appeared in his mind...

At night, Edith was sitting at the desk reading a book when she suddenly noticed some movement.

Alert, she took out her pistol from the drawer and pointed it at the bedroom door.

There should be something that scared her. She was trembling uncontrollably but failed to pull the trigger.

However, the confrontation with guns seems to be not short, so why didn't she shoot?

Martin couldn't help but be confused.

Then, the gun fell to the ground and Miss Edith was controlled.

There were no traces of fighting or struggle at the scene, and even the chairs did not fall down, everything seemed in order.

Miss Edith seemed to have completely given up on resistance.

In other words, the other party's strength is far superior to her, which makes her unable to resist at all and is directly subdued...

Martin was analyzing carefully, his eyes accidentally drifting through the drawer, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He saw a stack of newspapers in the drawer where he put his pistol.

A stack of extremely familiar Faralin weekly newspapers!

The recruitment information was densely packed with recruitment information, allowing Martin to recognize the type of newspaper at a glance.

You know, the content of Faralin Weekly is timely and has no meaning to collect.

Considering that Edith is a young woman again, she is unlikely to have the quirk of collecting newspapers.

Then, there is only one answer.

Miss Edith is a ritualist!

Moreover, it is one of their five ritualists!

六官网 Wanbar.net 六官网. Only with this identity can she collect this Faralin weekly newspaper that is useless for ordinary people after reading it.

Thoughts are connected instantly, and they are connected into a complete clue in the mind.

Edith is very likely the "Miss Doer" who sent a message to ask for help!

After getting the answer and looking back at the process, many details became clear.

The reason why Miss Edith did not shoot is probably because she was afraid of her identity being exposed.

In addition, she is not an extraordinary person herself, so she is easily subdued by the other party.

In the morning, Edith should have stayed there for a while in the bloody building on Maple Street.

So, was the remaining ritual patterns on the scene from her?

Where is she now?

As he asked another question in his heart, Martin quietly brought the drawer.

Turning his head to look at Alder at the door, he was squatting on the ground and fiddling with something.

After discovering it, Martin carefully examined the details in the room again.

As a wild ritualist, there must be places specifically used for rituals in Miss Edith's residence.

Just like the basement of his own home.

Moreover, due to the confidentiality requirements, such places will definitely be very hidden and cannot be easily discovered.

Once this idea appeared, Martin began to look at every detail in the room with a more careful look, silently looking for any suspicious clues.

Hard work pays off.

After some hard work, he really realized something abnormal.

There are very subtle friction marks on the floor next to the bookshelf.

Martin looked at the tall bookshelf and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Could it be that there is something behind this bookshelves?

Secret room...

Martin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a hint of curiosity rose in his heart.

But, should I report this discovery quickly?

This thought went around in his mind twice, and then it was dispelled.

If it was really as he guessed, Edith was the missing Miss Door, and she wouldn't want to be exposed to the official view.

In addition, as a ritualist in the same small circle, Martin doesn't want this secret contact information to be exposed.

In this way, he would not say another source of information, and would probably become the target of wild ritualists, causing unnecessary danger.

Ritualists have all kinds of abilities, and it is very dangerous to target someone.

To take a step back, the title of whistleblower is also disliked.

Even if it is not rejected, it will be disgusting and even alert to a considerable extent.

Looking at the heavy tall bookshelf, Martin had some other thoughts in his mind...

"There are only the mistress's footprints here except us."

Ald shook his head and stood up, and after making a helpless judgment, he couldn't help asking Martin.

"How about it, have you found any clues?"

Martin didn't say anything, but reached out and pointed to the bookshelf gently.

He was betting that Alder could not find Miss Edith's secret, and he was also protecting himself to some extent.

After all, so far, the various extraordinary powers displayed by these teammates around him are not simple.

Once there is a mistake, the foreshadowing he carefully laid can show their value.

He expressed his doubts. If you didn't realize it, of course you wouldn't blame him.

"This Miss Edith is probably a history enthusiast, and most of these books are historical documents."

Half an hour later, Alder flipped through Edith's personal belongings again, but did not notice the abnormality behind the bookshelf, and he spread his hands helplessly.

"Is there no other clue?"

Martin frowned slightly, half doubting his discovery, half showing off.

"You can't say that."

Ald shook his head, spread his hands and said, "It's just that I can't find the clue. When we encounter this situation, we have many ways."

"For example... I asked the captain to come. He is Sequence 7, and his ability is more suitable to solve the case. He can see some clues that I can't see. However, the captain is busy and probably has no time today."

Martin asked hesitantly: "Then we now..."

"Go back first!"

Alder waved his hand and said, "Although there is no clue, it is basically certain that the disappearance of this down-and-out noble lady involved extraordinary power."

"It's so pitiful, Miss Edith! Tsk tsk!"

When leaving, Alder glanced at the golden chrysanthemums in the yard, sighed softly, and murmured to himself: "Fararin hasn't been very peaceful recently!"

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