Fry put down the wood carving and said slowly: "Yesterday morning, Ms. Delicie's cat was lost again, so I went to find Palo and Camille."

"The two were not at their residence, and I left a letter and did not respond. I took Dorini to help Ms. Delisy recover the cat."

"Then the garrison came to report with badges, and their bodies were found in a stinky ditch in the ghetto and had been dead for several days."

There are two clock emblems on the table in front of Fry, which should belong to these two extraordinary people.

420,421…

Martin noticed the number above, which was very close to his 426.

“Is there any clue?”

Martin closed the file again and handed it to Doriani opposite him, but looked at Captain Mike on the side.

“Not yet.”

Captain Mike shook his head and then looked at Doriani, who was quickly checking the contents of the archives.

It seems that he is preparing to use the power of fate again.

That is, divination.

Martin has already learned from the mark of knowledge that Captain Mike's ability can only be traced back thirty-six hours at most.

He had no choice but to do this case that had been dead for several days.

"What's strange is that the fatal injuries on their bodies seem to be left behind by each other."

Fry suddenly frowned and reminded.

"Internal strife?"

Martin was stunned and guessed.

“Not very similar…”

Fry shook his head and said, "Their relationship is pretty good. After all, they escaped from Lance and had just lived in Farelingborg."

"I speculate that it may be because of some kind of hallucination, or because of physical manipulation ability..."

At this moment, Alder hurriedly opened the door and walked in.

The lining under his windbreaker was a little messy and there was a residual alcohol smell on his body. He probably stayed in a tavern last night and did not return all night.

Although Captain Mike didn't say anything about his disheveled clothes, his sharp eyes made Alder feel guilty.

A few minutes later, Doriani performed divination.

Then, she hand-drawn a painting.

In that picture, you can see many tables, chairs and bars. They are so well-drawn that they can barely recognize that it is the interior of a tavern.

"Doriani, you really should learn how to draw with the captain."

When Alder saw the painting on the paper, he couldn't help but frown and said.

Doriani lowered her head embarrassedly, her pretty face turned slightly red, and she tugged her fingers.

"Don't pay attention to him, Doriani, you've already painted it well."

Fry first comforted Doriani, then looked at Alder and said with a slight joking:

"On the contrary, you, Alder, as a person who often regards taverns as your home, you should know this tavern, right?"

Ald stared at his eyes, raised his hands, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Hey, you're joking!"

"I have been to the hundreds of taverns in Farelinburg, and at most I have been to less than one-third. Moreover, these taverns are almost the same, who will remember the specific arrangements."

"Are there any other unique markers? For example, wall decorations on the walls, marks on the floor..."

Martin couldn't help looking at Doriani and asked.

If there are signs, it will be easier to find, otherwise you will be looking for a needle in a haystack and don’t know when to find it.

Doriani frowned and thought hard, then randomly picked up the brush in his hand and added a stroke to the wooden board outside the bar.

"There are black marks twenty centimeters long here, which seem to be burnt, probably at this location."

Captain Mike didn't say anything, but based on Doriani's paintings, he repainted several sketches, and after getting her affirmation, he distributed them to several people.

What you need to do next is very simple, find this tavern as soon as possible.

However, Mike hesitated about personnel allocation.

Because Martin suggested taking action separately.

"Captain, let's just act separately this time, so that the speed can be faster." Martin suggested.

There are so many taverns in Farelinburg, especially in the port area. On the most exaggerated street, nearly half of the buildings are taverns.

It may be an exaggeration to say tens of thousands, but it is definitely more than a thousand.

If you follow the previous personnel, the efficiency is really not high.

After a moment of silence, Captain Mike made a decision, looked at Martin and Doriani and ordered: "Martin, Doriani, you two are in a group."

Martin and Doriani looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"You must pay attention to safety. If you find an abnormality, please notify us first. Don't act without permission! This must be kept in mind!" Mike reminded repeatedly.

"I got it, captain."

The two of them said in unison.

They all knew very well that this task had certain risks.

Doriani divination on the issue of "the whereabouts of the murderers who killed Palo and Camille".

So the murderer is very likely to live in the tavern in the painting.

However, as a newcomer to this team, both Martin and Doriani hope to make some achievements to prove their abilities.

Joining the Shijiang team, they have to bear these risks themselves, and they cannot always be under the protection of old team members.

Martin tidied up his uniform jacket, followed a few people and left Shijiang Hall, and got on the carriage with Doriani...

In the third port, Martin and Doriani will search the taverns around the port.

Its area is the largest of seven ports.

When the carriage stopped, you could already see the sparkling sea water in the distance.

Martin also put down the pen in his hand.

Now he is completing "Basic Mechanics" whenever he has time. This book he "written by himself" is actually more like a junior high school physics textbook.

The preface and directory have been completed, and you need to fill in the contents.

Whenever he has time, Martin will write a little and then organize it when he goes back in the evening.

This will make the content as full as possible and save some time to a considerable extent.

It is the peak shipping season now, and the dock is very lively, with ships arranged shoulder to shoulder on the dock.

Porters with dark and rough skin came and went back and forth on their sampans, with large and small bags of goods on their shoulders.

For Martin, who has seen containers and freighters, these are all trivial things.

On the contrary, the tavern in the morning seemed very deserted.

Fortunately, most taverns are open.

Because many customers are sailors, they have to get up to work in the morning. After finishing their work, they often don’t go back to sleep, but run here to have some business, so there will be some business.

Martin simply planned the route and then started looking for it with Doriani.

Although the two of them were weird, no one dared to say anything.

Because their uniforms look more advanced than those of the garrison, the clock mark on them also shows that they are from the temple and have extraordinary identities.

Moreover, some experienced elderly people also know what this windbreaker represents.
Chapter completed!