Owl Detective

The audience was startled by this shout.

[Wow, what's going on? So scary! ]

[It also has an echo, which makes the atmosphere very comfortable. 】

Narrator:

"When the young detective arrived at the detective's address with great expectations, he found no trace of the other party."

"Did he arrive late? Or was he deceived?"

"The young detective searched the empty house for a long time in frustration, but to no avail. He turned around and prepared to leave in disappointment."

"And just then, he heard some special sounds."

In the camera, William turned around with a look of confusion on his face.

Perhaps out of curiosity, he held the oil lamp and walked towards the stairs where the sound came from.

The warm orange light gradually invaded the originally dim corners, reflecting the nearby furniture and carpets, and reflecting to every corner of the house.

Suddenly, William heard a very small sound, as if from high above.

He looked up following the sound and lifted the oil lamp to see more clearly.

Then, he looked into the pair of golden eyes on the chandelier.

Big, round and full eyes, the hooked beak unique to birds of prey, fine feathers radiating outward from the cheeks, and slightly raised feather tufts on both sides of the head, like a cat.

The furry bird was wrapped in dark brown feathers with dark black and light yellow patterned feathers, just like wearing the most popular long dark brown cloak nowadays, elegant and dignified, and even the two claws tightly grasping the chandelier frame did not seem so scary.

This is an owl.

"Goooooo!"

After staring at the human silently for a few seconds, the guest in the dark narrowed his eyes, suddenly opened his mouth downwards, grabbed a small curl of hair on the human's forehead and pulled it upwards fiercely -

"ah!"

Before William could recover from his confusion over the owl, he was attacked mercilessly and fiercely by Mr. Owl the next second. His hands trembled and he let go of the lamp, and he could only raise his hands to protect his hair.

Click.

The oil lamp fell to the ground and quickly went out. The room returned to darkness. Only the faint moonlight coming through the window allowed people to vaguely make out what was going on in the room.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'm so sorry. Please let go..."

William covered his hair roots and apologized repeatedly. Just when he thought his hair was gone, the owl above his head suddenly let go. The downward inertia made him take a few steps back, and he was a little dizzy for a moment.

Ah, my head hurts. Could his hair have been pulled out?

I thought seeing an owl meant good luck, but I didn't expect it to mean bad luck.

William smiled bitterly, groped his way down, and planned to pick up the oil lamp and leave.

However, just as he touched the handle, the back of his hand was bitten hard by something. If it weren't for the protection of the gloves, he suspected that a piece of flesh would have been bitten off.

"ah!"

William wrinkled up most of his face in pain and gasped. After he finally recovered and looked around in the dark with tears in his eyes, he found that the owl seemed to have landed next to his hand.

The owl's flight was almost silent. He thought it was still in the air, but he didn't expect it to fly down.

"Alas..." William was not angry after being frustrated. He just sat down and spoke helplessly to the pair of eyes that were still shining in the dark night with a negotiating attitude, "I'm sorry for entering your house by mistake, Mr. Owl."

"Coo, coo, coo!"

"I'm a police officer, and I came here to investigate a case. I heard that there's a great detective living here, and I came here hoping to work with him to protect the safety of the people."

"Coo, coo, coo!"

"Yes, that's right. I just went the wrong way by accident. I don't have any ill will towards you. Please forgive me for the offense just now. If possible, I can leave here now."

After speaking a few words tentatively, William felt that the owl had no intention of attacking, so he relaxed his guard and reached out his hand again.

"Oh! You, you haven't forgiven me yet?"

The strange owl did not respond, but continued to stare coldly at the human in front of it with its large, bright golden eyes in the darkness. It was not until the human gave up picking up the oil lamp and left reluctantly that it mercifully retracted its large wings that had been inflated and alert, and flew back to the armrest leisurely.

Narrator:

"Following the sound, the detective found a strange guy."

"He was in the house the whole time, hiding in the dark, watching the detectives searching the house."

"When the detective tried to greet him in a friendly manner, he was attacked without reason and his equipment was damaged."

"He is moody and has a weird temper. This is the first impression he gives to the detective."

"I tried hard to explain my purpose, fearing that this weirdo would attack me again. After negotiating with him, the detective found that the equipment could not be retrieved, so he had no choice but to leave."

Audience: Hahahahaha!

Unlike the dim reality, the live broadcast room specially recorded the scene with night vision perspective, so the audience saw more details than William.

As the young detective approached with the lantern, they saw the owl on the handrail.

As the orange light gradually expanded and was about to invade the dark territory where it was, the owl tilted its head 60 degrees to the left and 60 degrees to the right, and its sharp beak opened and closed repeatedly, as if it was trying its best to endure something.

He managed to suppress his murderous intent and simply flew to a high place to hide. However, the human below was so tactless that he raised his light and shone it upwards.

The owl was silent and dazed for a few seconds when they met, and the audience suspected that it was dazzled by the sudden direct light.

Hiss, wouldn’t this make me angry to death?

As expected, the raptor, having recovered from its shock, began its fierce revenge.

Take a look!

Why light a lamp so late at night!

I’ll bite you to death!

[I didn't expect it to be an owl. I thought it was the murderer lying in ambush. I got scared.]

[Logically speaking, the detective should be a rookie now, and not that famous, so it shouldn't be that serious.]

[Hahaha, so cute! I saw the owl staring at the oil lamp for a long time. It must be pecking at people because it doesn't want to see the light at night! ]

[Detective lost his property +1, be more careful next time hahaha. ]

[By the way, why is there an owl here? ]

[It should be that they came to the human house to prepare for hunting, but the detective walked around in the house for a long time, and the prey must have been scared away. ]

That's true.

The following shots unexpectedly keep the audience in the house, recording the series of changing expressions of the owl on the handrail.

After the people left, the room became quiet.

But the problem is it's too quiet.

Where is the rat?

What to eat?

The owl in the camera opened its mouth slightly and turned its head in all directions, probably listening carefully to the movements of its prey.

There was no result from listening. It looked a little angry, and the black feathers on its face, like inverted eyebrows, stood up, just like a person frowning.

Then, I don’t know what the owl was thinking, but it suddenly spread its wings, flew out of the window into the street, and flew to no one knew where it went.

[Hmm? Why is the camera playing like this? ]

[I thought a person would come out, but it turned out to be just an owl? ]

The audience was full of questions.

But obviously, the narrator does not intend to reveal the answer now.

The camera switches again to the scene of William returning home.

Standing at a fork in the road, the young man hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to patrol that street first.

Although he was very tired.

William is a new police officer.

Not long after he took office, a murder occurred in the alley.

The unknown suspect killed the girl Mary, robbed her belongings after raping her and fled the scene. When people found Mary at dawn, the blood from the girl's wounds had dried up.

Although the East District has always had security problems, vicious incidents like this one targeting innocent passers-by are still rare. Previous cases were all conflicts within families or between lovers, so the police were more concerned and attentive at the beginning.

But at this time, the newspaper took notice of this matter.

Especially when the suspect committed crimes again and began to consciously manipulate the bodies and leave marks, a group of news editors swarmed in like sharks smelling blood and began to discuss the emergence of a new serial killer in the East District.

The wording was grandiose and the newspaper sold well.

Amid such heat, his boss reached some kind of cooperation with the newspaper executives.

They began to hype the matter together, deliberately exaggerating the murderer's ability and deliberately concealing and delaying the progress of the investigation.

William couldn't understand this behavior at all.

Although he has always known that newspapers like to publish eye-catching stories, he does not think that a murderer at large is something that can be hyped up. Wouldn't it cause panic among the public?

"How could that be? They really enjoyed watching it!"

His boss, a middle-aged man with a mustache, twirled his proud mustache with a look of arrogance and contempt: "For the bored people in the city, this is just a grand theatrical performance."

The middle-aged inspector stirred the silver spoon handle nonchalantly, watching the sugar cube slowly dissolving in the coffee, and smiled a little: "As part of the performance, we split the ticket money, so it's not a loss even if we get scolded a few times."

He seemed to think that William was so bothered by the investigation because of the public opinion issues.

But no, that's not the case.

In a sense, William is a very law-abiding and conscientious person. When he learned about the duties and responsibilities of a police officer while in office, he thought he should fight against evil in order to protect the people.

As a result, the general environment is like this.

Perhaps because the young police officer did not try to hide his lost and dazed expression, his superior also comforted him: "The crime happened in the East District. It has nothing to do with you and me. Don't worry, just wait a few more times."

"Unless you can find other big news to replace it, let's take our time."

But in fact, even the people in the East District may not all feel panic. Their dull lives need exciting news to embellish them. The only ones who are frightened are probably the real potential victims.

William tried to bring it up a few more times, and finally his boss got annoyed and told him to go alone if he wanted to investigate privately, as they didn't have the time or energy for it anyway.

And then, it's like today.

William visited the streets alone to conduct investigations and was occasionally scolded by residents. After much thought, he found that only Lucy's family was the most gentle to him and even gave him advice.

…Although it didn’t work, it was still a relief.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.

William walked slowly under the dim street lights.

With him on patrol, hopefully nothing will happen tonight.

“Puff, puff—”

But for some reason, he occasionally heard strange sounds of wind along the way.

No, it wasn't really the sound of wind, but he didn't know how to describe it.

Frowning, he looked around the dim streets, searching in vain, so William could only continue walking.

Then--

Suddenly, a short "coo" sound came from above his head.

The voice sounded particularly prominent in the dark night. It came out of nowhere, like a needle, directly waking up William's slightly sleepy and tired nerves.

He looked up in confusion and saw a big bird flying over his head.

With just one glance, he saw the familiar pair of golden eyes.

It's the owl from before!

Why is it here?

William's heart beat faster, and he suddenly thought of something strange.

In their culture, the owl is a symbol of the goddess of wisdom. Naturally, the owl, which can fly freely in the dark and see through everything, is also revered by them as a bird of wisdom.

And the owl flew over his head... as if leading him through the darkness shrouding the truth and gaining a clear consciousness.

Perhaps he was too tired after a whole day and needed some stimulation to stimulate his nerves. Although he was not a person who was very keen on myths, at this moment, William could not help but be inclined to this mysterious conjecture.

Driven by this thought, he looked up in the direction of the owl and started running.

"Da! Da! Da!"

The sound of leather shoes on the rough ground startled the mice in the dark and people who were active late at night.

The man in the alley looked at the half-finished corpse with some regret. When he heard the footsteps getting closer, he was startled and turned away without any more attachment.

He didn't know that before he turned around, an owl had already flown into the alley.

"Gu! Gu!"

Seeing the corpse here, the owl tilted its head as if slightly surprised, paused for a moment, and saw that the only moving human below suddenly ran. For some reason, it followed silently.

After a while, William finally arrived.

The smell of blood and the faint outlines of limbs visible in the moonlight had already made him anticipate what was happening here.

"…I'm late. Sorry."

His steps gradually slowed down, and the young detective took off his hat and expressed silent condolences to the victims in the alley.

The symbol of wisdom showed him the way in the darkness, but he was still one step late.

Narrator:

"The detective who left the detective's cabin couldn't let go of the dangerous streets, so he dragged his tired body to patrol."

"During the process, the detective accidentally ran into the weirdo he had just encountered in the cabin."

"The other party moved in a hurry, as if he had encountered something, and ordered him to join them. There was no courtesy or logic at all."

"The detective was hesitant, but he followed subconsciously."

"And just like that, the detective stumbled upon the serial killer's third crime scene."

The audience was shocked.

[Wait, what's going on?! ]

[Oh my god, how come someone died... Someone died just because an owl hooted, my ancestors never lied to me...]

[Hey, hey, don't be superstitious! ! It's normal for owls to hoot at night! But it's a bit of a surprise that it leads people to a murder scene...]

[The East and the West view owls differently. In the West, owls are even a symbol of wisdom and knowledge, and there is nothing unlucky about them.]

[Although, I have always wanted to say this, don’t you think this shot and this narration fully hint at the detective’s identity? ]

[I feel the same way... I feel like there is no one else except that person. It seems a bit strange at first glance, but after thinking about it, I can accept it. This detective is indeed someone I have never seen before, hahaha. ]

Some viewers have guessed the rationale for the live broadcast room's settings, but some are still confused.

[What? What did you realize? Just tell me!]

[Who is the detective? No one shows up! ]

Amid the chaos, the scene turns to the investigation scene on the second day.

William happened to run into the crime scene. Although he did not see the murderer, he became an important subject of investigation.

Of course, because William had an alibi for the previous two incidents, no one suspected him of being the murderer. They were just surprised that the rookie police officer actually caught the murderer through his own efforts.

"Alas, he hasn't set up the scene yet."

But William heard several editors of the newspaper whispering:

"What a shame. If it had been a little later, there would have been a third perfect scene."

"Did the murderer also read our newspaper? I remember someone previously speculated that he was using a myth to carry out divine punishment, so he had to hang the lamb upside down on the third day..."

"If that were the case, I would have written a big post about it! But it's a pity that I'm stuck in this awkward situation, stuck in the middle."

"Then what can we write in this issue? If we write the truth, it will definitely reduce the reputation we have accumulated before...ah, it must be Officer William who discovered the scene!"

They rushed forward and surrounded William, trying to get some interesting information from him.

For example, how the police officer battled wits and courage with the criminal, how he carefully analyzed and deduced the scene, and it would be best if the previous victim had some relationship with him, so that he could make a big deal about the romantic scandal between them.

Revenge for love seems to be a good topic of conversation.

William: ...

The young man's eyes were filled with fatigue. For some reason, he was more tired of communicating with these media people than his body after a day of hard work.

But he still cheered up and responded very politely, hoping that these media people would truthfully record his busy investigation throughout the day yesterday, so that residents near the street could feel a little more at ease knowing that the police were working hard to investigate.

But for some reason, these people didn't seem interested in this and just kept asking for other details:

"Then why are you still patrolling outside late at night? Did you receive a provocative letter? Or some kind of telepathy?"

"Neither. I just acted on a whim and hoped that patrolling would reduce the possibility of a crime happening that night."

"Oh, what about before the patrol? What did you do that gave you the idea to patrol? As far as I know, you left there before dark. You couldn't have wandered around for so long for nothing, right?"

"Phew—actually, I was looking for a detective at the time."

After being repeatedly questioned, William was too lazy to cover up, so he concealed the information about Lucy's family and briefly described the matter of finding a detective.

It is not uncommon for the police to cooperate with detectives nowadays, and the fact that the actual detective did not show up made several editors a little disappointed.

Oh, so it's all coincidence?

Coincidences don't look good on paper.

Someone was unwilling to give up and asked again: "Are you sure you only found an empty house with no one inside?"

"No." William said firmly, "If owls are not considered people."

I thought this reply would disappoint these chattering media people, but I didn't expect them to like this answer so much that their eyes lit up:

"Owl? Oh! So it was this wise bird in the dark that awakened your confused brain, officer, and that's why you were able to catch the criminal by surprise!"

"Mythology Battle Bible...haha, interesting! And I can even get those believers to buy into it!"

"Did you see the owl again, officer? Or did you hear its guiding cry?"

"I understand! That owl is a detective! It is the embodiment of wisdom that finally can't help but come to help people figure out the truth!"

William: ...

At that time, it was indeed the owl that led the way for him.

The young man rubbed his temples and felt a throbbing pain there.

But what these people said really made him feel overwhelmed.

He was obviously an eyewitness, and although he felt a momentary palpitation, he did not associate it with anything. Why did these people look as if they understood more than he did?

Unable to resist, William told several people about the owl's guidance. Sure enough, the expressions of these people became even more fanatical.

"Ohh! The bird of wisdom has arrived!"

“Okay, let’s write this next!”

"Write it down quickly!"

William felt his head hurt even more.

He finally got rid of these people, and after finishing recording his testimony, he asked his boss for leave somewhat helplessly, hoping to rest at home in the afternoon.

"Of course!" The boss with a mustache gave him a big hug, his eyes were particularly sincere and enthusiastic, as if he saw a rough gem, and whispered in his ear, "I didn't know you had such a good story-telling ability! You are amazing!"

William:?!

William: “I don’t…”

"Indeed, indeed. We can't just let the murderer get away with it forever. This will also affect our budget and reputation." The middle-aged inspector walked back and forth, clapping excitedly from time to time. "And you! My Owl Detective! Your reputation can be developed from this. Even after the case is closed, it will still be at its peak! There will be no shortage of news and stories!"

Regardless of the young man's hesitation, the boss with a mustache patted him on the shoulder again, with a serious expression and a loud voice: "Keep going, I'm rooting for you!"

William: ...

He is really tired.

Dragging his tired body back to his little home, William first took a nap, and only got up reluctantly in the evening and opened the window to get some fresh air.

The young man's handsome eyes and eyebrows were a little melancholy as he stared at the familiar direction of the sky.

However, no matter how the entertainment is embellished, it cannot cover up the fact that someone has been killed again.

Close your eyes, and the blood in the alley and the twisted limbs of the victims seem to be right in front of you.

Why should we pay attention to those things?

Or does it mean that as long as it can provide entertainment to the masses, it doesn't matter even if it involves death?

"well……"

With a deep sigh, William turned around and went into the bathroom to wash and change clothes, intending to go on night patrol after it got a little darker.

Actually, this is not his responsibility...

But since he couldn't do the detective work he was supposed to do, this was the only way.

After staying in the bathroom for half an hour with mixed feelings, William came out again and unexpectedly discovered an uninvited guest in the room——

"Coo, coo, coo."

A familiar owl stood upright on his clothes rack, looking at him with its head tilted.

I feel like this one is a bit too Di-hua... After all, the owl detective can't really speak and make judgments ()

What's going on? What's going on? I can't stop writing words lately and I'm starting to fuck again (covering my head)

After looking at it, I think it’s time to start collecting extra stories. I’ll post a pinned comment after I finish the details. You can leave a comment under the pinned comment about the animals or plots you want to see (not limited to animals)