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"Ah? The guest who was taken back to his room twice by Bart?"
The bartender was sitting in front of Ed. After hearing Ed's question, he fell into reminiscence and responded after recalling for a long time.
"As for that guest, he had been drinking at my place for several days except last night. He drank a lot and got drunk to a certain extent every day. When he was in a serious condition, I had to ask someone to take him back."
The bartender recalled to Ed, and Ed continued to ask after listening to his words.
"Is he drinking alone? No one else?"
"As for other people...it seems there are, and more than one. Occasionally, there are other different people sitting next to him and chatting with him, but I can't understand the language they are speaking." The bartender continued to respond to Ed, and Ed continued to speak.
"Then can you still remember what those people look like?"
"The appearance of those people... I'm sorry, sir. I have to receive hundreds of people every day. I really can't remember everyone's appearance."
The bartender finally responded. Dorothy nodded silently after listening to the other party's words.
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"What? Is there anyone suspicious around?"
A sailor in a cleaning uniform was sitting in his chair. After listening to the words of the detective in front of him, a trace of doubt appeared on his face. Ed looked at the person in front of him and supplemented his words.
"Yes, on the floor you are in charge of, did you see anyone you thought was suspicious between 11 and 1 yesterday morning?"
"Well... let me think, if there is anyone with suspicious behavior, then there seems to be only one. It seems to be a young man, wearing brown clothes, walking very fast so that his face cannot be seen clearly, dragging a suitcase, and there is a fishy smell on his body..."
The cleaner told Ed what he had seen and heard, and Dorothy kept it in mind.
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Finally, after questioning more than a dozen passengers and crew members, Dorothy ended the questioning. After this round of intelligence collection, she had gained a lot of important information, and then it was time for analysis.
'The man living in No. 417 often drinks and indulges himself. He makes weird noises like epilepsy at night, which is consistent with some characteristics of the "Cup" cult. And his weird noises are suspected to be the withdrawal reaction of the cup drug. Although this cup cultist is not addicted to the cup drug, it seems that he does not have enough drugs with him...
'After all, this man was not alone. He should have had companions on this ship. Someone came to say hello to him when he was drinking, and there were quarrels in his room. This proves that he had companions on this ship with whom he could communicate, and there were more than one person. Moreover, if they could communicate at the level of quarreling, they should all belong to the same culture. According to the description of the guests next to room 417, the language they spoke should be Igwe. The name of the deceased in room 417 also seems to be from the Igwe culture. The possibility that they are Igwe people is very high.
'Another point is that the death of the 417 victims should have occurred after the quarrel yesterday morning, which took place at 11 a.m., and the ship discharged sewage from the tank at 1 p.m. yesterday. All the victims should have died within these two hours, and during this period, the cleaning staff also happened to see a suspicious figure roaming around.'
Sitting in her cabin, Dorothy carefully analyzed the information in her hands. Not long after, she came up with a corresponding countermeasure.
Dorothy controlled Ed, who was still sitting in the cabin, to stand up, walked to the door of the cabin, opened the door and walked out. The captain, who looked a little anxious, greeted him at the door.
"How is it, Mr. Ed, you have asked everyone. Do you have any results?" Captain William said to Ed, and Ed responded with a smile.
"I have almost figured it out, Captain. I still need your help. I want the passenger registration book. Can you show it to me?"
"Registration book? Of course, please wait a moment and I'll get it for you right away."
The captain responded to Ed like this, and then he immediately went downstairs to ask the waiter to get something. A while later, a big and thick register that looked like an account book was in Ed's hand.
Afterwards, Dorothy asked Ed, who had taken the registration book, to return to his cabin. After closing the door, she asked Ed to put the registration book on the table. Then she flipped through it at high speed, scanning the information on it quickly at a speed of ten lines at a glance.
The registration of tourists on this ship was only carried out for more convenient service, so not much information was recorded and its authenticity could not be guaranteed. The only valuable information was the boarding time, room number, and passenger name, and these three items were enough for Dorothy.
The deceased of 417 came on the ship with travel companions, and the person who killed him might be among his companions. Since they were travelers of the same culture, their itineraries were very likely to be the same. In other words, as long as Dorothy finds a passenger like Nicodo who boarded the ship at Russo and was expected to disembark at Mon Carlo, she can narrow the search scope considerably.
Besides, since Nicodo was not an Ivigre, the people who could communicate with him freely or even quarrel with him were most likely Ivigre. Dorothy could roughly judge the culture and nationality from the style of the names in the register. After finding people with the same itinerary as Nicodo, she could look for Ivigre people among them, which would narrow the scope.
Later, I heard from the waiter in charge of that area that Nicodo tried to change to another designated area when he first boarded the ship, but failed because the area he wanted to change to was already occupied by other tourists. The reason for changing rooms was not because there was anything wrong with his own room, but he simply wanted to live there.
Faced with such a situation, Dorothy thought that Nicodo wanted to move to a room closer to his companions. Generally, when a group of people travel together, they will choose to concentrate the rooms in one area for the convenience of communication. However, due to the complex structure and accommodation conditions of the Xilun Hotel itself, it is not easy for all companions to live together, and they are often forced to disperse to more distant places.
Nicodo might be in this situation, because when he said he wanted to change rooms, he didn't say what specific conditions he wanted to change to, but instead specified an area. The area he wanted to go to was also filled with people who boarded the ship with him, so he could be more sure that his companions lived there.
After understanding this, Dorothy can look for those passengers whose room numbers are connected and live together in the circle of passengers that have been drawn, and further narrow the search scope.
Finally, Dorothy confirmed that Nicodo's companions should be among the thousands of tourists on the ship, those people with Ivigo culture gathered in the room on the Rosso and Monte Carlo. After Dorothy's checking, there were about eighteen of them in total. For Dorothy, this was a small enough search range.
After determining the approximate range, Dorothy immediately drove her small corpse puppets to the eighteen rooms and began to monitor the passengers inside. This monitoring lasted only about an hour, and Dorothy had a harvest.
In one of the rooms on the second floor below the deck, Dorothy used the small corpse doll hiding in the vent to see that two men walked quickly into the hatch that suddenly opened. Both men were dressed in ordinary decent casual clothes. One of them had short, combed light yellow hair and was a handsome young man who looked to be in his twenties. The other was a slightly plump middle-aged man with a moustache and a round hat.
With serious looks, the two men walked into the cabin and closed the door. The slightly plump man at the back looked at the young man and said seriously.
"How do you reply? The corridor on Nicodo's side was blocked by sailors and no one was allowed to pass through. Did they find anything? Did you not clean up the scene? Did those vulgar animals find any traces?"
The plump middle-aged man asked seriously, while the young man spoke innocently.
"Impossible! I have already dealt with it thoroughly. After I slaughtered that impatient beast in advance, I used the alchemy talisman to turn it into blood potion and poured it out in the bathroom. I wiped off all traces. I put the bones in his own suitcase and brought it back. I didn't keep his own things either. Those ordinary seamen at most found out that he was missing. There is no reason to do this."
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