Owl Detective
The city is always foggy.
Even though it was afternoon, the sky looked gloomy and dark. It was gray all year round, making it difficult to tell the exact time.
However, for the residents in the city, they have long been accustomed to not seeing good weather for ten days or half a month. Only the women in charge of laundry will feel distressed by this.
for example--
"Damn the weather! I really hope there will be a gust of wind to blow away all the fog!"
Lucy angrily threw the dirty clothes in her hands heavily into the water. The splashing water hit her face, which calmed the girl down a little. She sulked for a while, but finally bent down and continued to rub the clothes resignedly.
It doesn’t matter if the weather is bad, since other people can’t bask in the sun anyway.
She is still young and can wash clothes much faster than those old women, so she can earn more at least.
Lucy said these words to herself in a self-comforting way, but there was still an lingering haze in her heart.
I don’t know if it’s because of the weird mother in the house, or because of the murderer who killed two girls on the nearby street and is still at large.
Damn it!
A bunch of useless policemen!
Lucy gritted her teeth and rubbed the clothes with such force that it seemed as if she wanted to kill someone.
This was the second crime committed by the unknown murderer. All major newspapers were celebrating the emergence of a serial criminal in the East District. For several days in a row, the daily newspapers excitedly reported the incident in the largest section of the page, describing the crime scene in an extremely bloody and explicit manner, including how high the blood splattered on the wall and how many times the victim's skirt was torn.
The only thing he didn’t say was what stage the investigation had reached or whether there were any clues about the murderer.
What about the residents nearby?
Waiting to die?!
Perhaps other people can close doors and windows at night and use cabinets to block the door to gain a sense of security, but for Lucy, who often needs to cross several streets to deliver clothes in the evening and can only rush home at night, she has no sense of security at all.
There is only a crazy mother in the family. If something really happens, no one may even claim her body, and she can only let the painters hired by the newspapers depict her unwilling death.
"thump!"
Lucy gritted her teeth and threw the heavy clothes into the bucket again. She felt the soreness in her arms and back, and her expression became a little confused.
If even safety cannot be guaranteed, then she should stop thinking about unrealistic things and just find a husband as soon as possible.
Or, to be a little freer, she might not need a husband.
She had observed that a recent batch of dirty clothes also had some good quality materials. If she could use this opportunity to find an opportunity to hook up with some respectable gentleman, becoming their mistress would be better than marrying the rude laborers here.
However, let alone those noble ladies, she seemed not even as good as their maids.
Lucy looked down at her flat chest in distress, pondering the feasibility of wearing clothes to disguise herself while doing that.
As she was thinking, a pair of pointed leather boots appeared in front of her.
Looking up, she saw an extremely unfamiliar handsome young man.
The man was wearing a blue coat and a tall round hat, and his polite demeanor was out of place in this narrow alley.
Huh?
Lucy blinked, the thoughts that had just been circulating in her mind made her ignore the familiar clothing on the young man, and she only unilaterally judged that this must be a gentleman of a different class from her.
She was a little excited for a moment, but her vigilance prevented her from speaking. Instead, she looked at the young man cautiously.
"Oh, hello." The young man was unexpectedly polite. When he met her gaze, he took the initiative to greet her. His grammar was very standard and steady. "Are you a resident here? I hope to ask you something. Are you free now?"
"Hello, hello!"
Lucy hurriedly pulled her wrinkled hands out of the bucket and wiped them vigorously on her apron. Then she stood up and stared at the strange man with shining eyes, saying softly, "Ask anything you want!"
She subconsciously thought that the other person was here to do laundry, and asked in a particularly considerate manner: "Is there any piece of clothing that is not clean?"
Recalling her inner fantasy just now, she didn't feel nervous at the moment, but rather excited: "Sorry, as compensation, I can go to your house to wash it again!"
"Um……"
The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise and did something that Lucy didn't expect - he raised his hand and touched Lucy's head, then looked directly into her eyes and asked a question: "Child, how old are you?"
Lucy's eyes opened as wide as they could.
What, you still want to ask this?
She counted in her mind, somewhat worried that the other party would reject her because of her age.
However, since the factory can accept her, then it should be okay for her to say she is a little older, right?
"Fifteen, sir."
"But you look only 10."
The young man rubbed the girl's head helplessly, handed her a few candies from his chest pocket, and then asked in an elder's tone: "Are your parents at home? I think I should chat with them."
Lucy was a little anxious.
"Can't I, sir?"
"You are too young, child. What we are going to talk about is not suitable for you to know."
She doesn't fit in!
She really understands!
To prove herself, Lucy loudly said several words of sex that she heard through the poorly soundproofed walls, and then watched in surprise as the young man's fair face turned red little by little as she narrated.
"No, no, no, stop it, ladies shouldn't talk about this..." The young man subconsciously tried to stop her in a panic, but then he suddenly realized, "Wait, you're still a child, how did you know this? Don't talk about this!"
He pressed the brim of his hat painfully, finally realizing that Lucy seemed to have misunderstood something.
"Child, I'm not here for anything!" After a deep sigh, the young man took off his hat and performed a gesture that Lucy couldn't understand. Then he put on his hat and introduced himself to her politely, "I'm a police officer, and I'm here for a murder case nearby."
Lucy: !!
Lucy: "You're a police officer?!"
In the live broadcast room, the picture very cunningly stopped at the moment before the young police officer opened his explanation, showing the audience only the young man's helpless and blushing face.
The narrator spoke at this time, with an unexpected accent from a dubbed film:
"The Fog City, this foggy city, while glamorous on the upper level, is also a hotbed of crime, no exaggeration."
"Just like the sky that is always gloomy and gray, people struggling at the bottom of society are always facing invisible dangers."
"Recently, a serial killer with vicious methods appeared in the East District."
"Just when Lucy was terrified by this, she met someone who came here to collect information..."
Detective? Definitely a detective!
Considering the theme of the live broadcast room, the audience started cheering when they saw the first half of the sentence.
[Ahhh, so handsome! This is the first time I see such a polite and non-arrogant detective! ]
[He doesn't seem to have any quirks at all, he's a gentleman and gentle, although he doesn't quite fit in with the genius detectives in ordinary literary works, but he feels pretty good, just treat it as a change of taste hehe. ]
[But I feel like this would be a bit boring. This guy seems to be a very rule-abiding person, so I don't think it would have that kind of dramatic effect.]
[Yes, it feels like it has become normal.]
[…No, didn’t you guys notice his clothes and hat? Which detective wears this kind of clothes?!]
"The young detective of..."
Almost at the same time as the last rebuttal barrage appeared, the narration in the dubbed film accent slowly spoke the second half of the sentence, which immediately caused a lot of barrages.
【Ah? ? Narrator: Did you do this on purpose? 】
[I'm so scared. Why is there a lawful detective here?]
[It’s so funny. Since he’s not a detective and he’s the first to make an official appearance, I bet this young detective is an assistant detective! ]
[Oh, it's this combination. That's also classic! ]
[The assistant is so handsome, I am even more looking forward to the protagonist detective hehe! ]
"Yes, I am a police officer."
Seeing the girl's eyes wide open in surprise, William stressed again with some distress: "So, I'm here to investigate the criminal. I don't think a little girl like you can participate in the discussion when it comes to such a bloody case."
Lucy was only surprised for a short while before she was hit hard by these words.
She doesn't think of herself as a little girl.
You have to know that she has a job and has to earn money on her own every day. The police's inability to catch the criminals made her so frightened that she almost wanted to get married. And she made such a joke in front of the police she had just scolded.
So angry.
After holding it in for a long time, when the strange police officer in front of her tried to call the adults in the house behind her, Lucy finally came up with a few words she had heard from passers-by, and said fiercely: "So you can do it? You take the money and don't do the work. You can't catch the criminal. You are not as reliable as detectives!"
William, who was waiting for Lucy's parents to show up, stopped in his tracks.
“…Uh, uh.”
In fact, Lucy regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth, fearing that the police officer would get angry and do something to her.
But now she couldn't take it back, nor could she think of any words to cover it up, so she could only stammer and ugh a few times.
"It's hard to say, but you're right. It seems that we are like this now... I'm sorry."
After a moment of silence, William turned around and admitted it generously.
There was an extremely sincere apology in those deep eyes.
This reaction stunned Lucy, and she didn't know what to say.
She stammered, and was anxiously trying to say something to ease the overly sharp words just now, but was interrupted by a voice from the room:
"Little Lucy—ah! here comes a gentleman!"
Lucy's mother walked out of the house in an extremely casual manner, wearing a top and trousers that were out of place among today's women. When she saw the visiting police officer in blue, she seemed surprised.
But then, she skillfully switched to a smiling face, put her arm directly on William’s shoulder, and waved at Lucy: “Okay, little Lucy, go out and play.”
The woman glanced at the foggy sky and pouted in distress, probably because she was worried about how to tell the time.
To no avail, she could only casually say a time: "You can come back after dark."
Before Lucy could react, William quickly pulled the woman away, and emphasized again with a helpless and serious expression: "Ma'am, I'm a police officer, and I'm here to investigate the recent murder case."
"Just investigating, really."
In fact, William was very surprised when he saw the woman's trousers, but he did not say anything about it, but quickly looked away, only thinking about the case.
The carefree and innocent expression on the woman's face seemed to fade slightly. She looked at the young police officer in front of her with her misty blue eyes before speaking again: "Please go ahead."
William breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the investigation was finally on the right track, and then businesslikely asked the mother and daughter for some information about the incident.
In fact, it's all very simple. It mainly depends on what they were doing that day, whether they heard anything, whether they saw anything...
As expected, there was no useful information.
As a vulnerable group, both mother and daughter know how to protect themselves very well, and probably would not show up even if they heard any noise.
Then let’s continue looking for the next one.
William sighed in his heart, and when he stood up and prepared to leave, he seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly turned around, took out a few coins from his pocket, and handed them directly to Lucy.
"As a reward for cooperating with the investigation." He rubbed the girl's head again and reminded her gently like an elder brother, "Also, don't say those words to adults casually in the future, Lucy."
Lucy's mother came over and said, "Hmm? What did little Lucy say?"
Lucy took the coin in confusion, and came back to her senses when she heard her mother's question. She glared at her and replied "Nothing", then looked up at William. After a few seconds, her eyes dodged and she thanked him in an unnatural tone: "Thank you, kind policeman..."
William politely clicked the brim of his hat and turned to leave.
"Mr. Policeman."
Just as she was about to leave, Lucy's mother suddenly called out again.
When William turned around, he saw the woman holding the girl's head with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. She didn't care about the girl's struggle at all, and just said to him with a smile: "I just mentioned it casually. If the case is very distressing to you, why not try to seek help from a detective? Unfortunately, I know a detective. She lives in..."
Detective?
William was stunned for a moment, silently wrote down the address from the woman’s mouth, and nodded to express his gratitude: “Thank you for the suggestion, ma’am. If I have a chance, I will try it.”
He walked away hurriedly.
After the young man left, the suppressed Lucy suddenly raised her head and said in an aggressive tone: "What detective do you know?! Why lie to him!"
Her mother smiled and scratched the girl's chin, as if to comfort a furry kitten: "What's wrong? Little Lucy likes him?"
"Who would like these useless policemen?"
Lucy said this subconsciously, but some psychological reason made her mutter and add: "I'm just afraid that he will be angry because you cheated him, and he will come to retaliate against us tomorrow..."
"Mom didn't lie."
"Do you think I will believe it? I'm not a child anymore!"
Lucy was like a puffed-up pufferfish. Although she didn't know what she was angry about, she was just very angry, so she pushed the woman away and ordered loudly without any courtesy: "Hurry up and cook. I want to eat after I finish washing the clothes!"
The woman responded obediently: "Okay~"
But before returning to the house, Lucy could still hear the other person's whispering words: "Little Lucy is getting more and more fierce..."
Who can be blamed for this!
Lucy wrinkled her nose and snorted.
Even when Lucy returned to the place where she used to do laundry, she still couldn't calm down.
She sat there for a few minutes, but finally couldn't help but carefully examine the coins she had just received.
This is enough for her to wash a lot of clothes. It is indeed a decent job. You can get this much money by paying poor people.
Picking up a sixpence and raising it, she saw the moon gradually rising in the sky.
After watching quietly for a while, she put all the coins away and continued to bend down to wash clothes.
Forget it, I don’t want to find a husband anymore.
This police officer seems to be reliable, and maybe he can catch the person soon.
So she should hurry up and wash more clothes and earn more money.
Save some money, and then... she can go to the school in the factory next door to learn something. Although she doesn’t know if it will be useful, it’s always good to have more knowledge in her head.
Thinking of this, Lucy rubbed the clothes faster.
It's already evening.
William searched the streets in vain, and walked towards the address provided by Lucy's mother in disappointment and without hope.
Narrator:
"The young detective did not get any information about the murder from Lucy and her daughter, but unexpectedly learned about the existence of a mysterious detective from Lucy's mother. When today's investigation did not yield any results, the helpless detective could only go to that address and try to seek help from the so-called detective."
The audience expressed understanding.
【Oh! Standard routine! 】
[The next step is to ask the detective to come out and kill people! ]
[I am looking forward to the way this mysterious detective solves cases. The way different detectives solve cases is the watermark of their identities. I wonder if this one can break out of the framework of his predecessors? ]
[It’s very difficult~ I’ve written all kinds of deductive reasoning thinking palaces, and I can’t think of how a new detective can jump out of this framework and start a new one. ]
[As long as you are charming, it's fine. Detectives always have their own unique personalities.]
By the way, when Lucy's mother gave William a brief description of the detective's characteristics, she emphasized in a particularly mysterious way that the detective had a strange personality and should not be easily touched.
The audience ended well with this.
Can you still be called a detective if you don’t have a quirk these days?
Any detective with a little fame must have some characteristics!
The reading characteristics and writing quirks are highly accepted by everyone.
[In short, Mr. Detective, as long as you are not an antisocial personality, it’s fine. ]
[Hahahaha, has the requirement become like this? ]
[After all, the previous works have laid a good foundation. I wouldn’t be surprised if this detective spent his free time researching how to commit a perfect crime. ()]
[I laughed so hard. I pray for this police officer that the detective won't be too difficult to deal with.]
While on the road, William passed by a young man who was half a head shorter than him. For some reason, he suddenly turned back.
The young man who hurriedly left behind him showed no reluctance at all, his slightly long cloak rising and falling as he walked, as if he was rushing to an extremely important appointment.
…or just got over from a date.
William sniffed again and caught a hint of fragrance in the air that had not yet dissipated.
He originally wanted to remind the gentleman to be careful, but seeing that the other party was in a hurry, he probably didn't listen to his reminder.
However, since he is a man, the security threat outside is smaller.
Thinking of this, William continued to walk towards the address mentioned by Lucy's mother.
However--
He found only one empty house.
William frowned slightly and walked around the room hesitantly.
He had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, but the doors and windows of the house were not closed tightly, so he could see that there was no one in the house, and even the things inside had been basically cleaned up.
"Hello?"
After knocking on the door symbolically again, William apologized in a low voice and held the door handle: "Excuse me."
He opened the door and walked into the empty room.
However, as he had observed from outside, the house was indeed empty.
There was no information or mysterious number left to contact the residents. It perfectly fit the image of an empty house that had been uninhabited after a move. Either he had found the wrong place or he had been cheated.
"……well."
William sighed and subconsciously thought of the second option.
I think it was the pressure of acting alone that made him anxious and confused. He was actually attracted by the identity of a detective and wanted to cooperate in solving the case. He is still too young.
After wandering around the house and finding nothing, William sighed and prepared to open the door and leave.
But at this moment——
"Goo-goo."
There seemed to be some sound coming from the stairs not far away.
About the quirks of genius detectives——
Narrator: (Seriously) A genius who is afraid of light and is lonely. He doesn't like to communicate with others. He only likes to be active at night. He is lazy and listless during the day. He looks harmless but is actually extremely lethal.
Audience: That’s it? That’s it?
Narrator: …
Narrator: He likes to eat mice.
Audience: That’s it…
Audience: What?! Eating rats?
The background is all imaginary. I don't write a very sophisticated drama, so please be gentle if it's not rigorous qwq
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