Owl Detective
"Oh? What a coincidence."
Hearing the voice, Jon turned around and was a little surprised to see William outside the door. The next second, he took the initiative to walk out of the house and greeted William with a smile: "I didn't expect to see you here, Detective William."
"Where's the mysterious owl detective?" The red-haired young man poked his head out and tried to check behind William. When he saw that there was nothing behind him, he seemed a little disappointed. "...Isn't he by your side?"
William nodded: "Well, Mr. Detective is a little tired today and is still resting in the room."
Lucy, who had peeked in out of curiosity about the adults' conversation, was taken back into the house by her mother. The owner of the place never showed up again, and instead the two guests started chatting among themselves.
"Ah, I see."
Hearing this answer, Jon curled his lips and said suddenly: "I thought the detective realized that there was a case, so he specially called you here."
William: "...case?"
Perhaps because the last villa incident brought the two closer together, Jon generously shared the case he was investigating recently.
Not long ago, a priest from Whitechapel in the West End was hunted down for deceiving the young son of a noble. His whereabouts continued to the East End and then disappeared.
Because the matter involved the honor of the nobility, they did not conduct a public investigation, but instead commissioned a detective to search for it.
Jon accepted the commission.
However, since he had not lived in the East District some time ago, he came here specifically to inquire about Lucy's mother's recent intelligence in order to obtain information.
"By the way, if we can catch the person, they offer a reward of this amount—" He gestured mysteriously, and seeing that William was unmoved, he shrugged and changed his expression to a more serious one, "Well, even if it's not for the reward, it's necessary just to maintain social order."
"He was the most popular priest in the Whitechapel... You know, people like them are always good at talking, and there are many special people in the East End. Well, there are dangers everywhere."
That's true.
William thought about it briefly and agreed to help Jon hunt down the priest.
"However, I'm not sure if Mr. Detective will help." In the other party's surprised eyes, William said helplessly, "It always does what it wants. I can't represent its opinion."
"However, since I have accepted your invitation, I will work hard on my own."
Jon curled his eyes and said, "I am very grateful for your joining. As Anne said, Detective William is a very upright person."
Anne is Lucy's mother's name.
The fact that they can call each other by name proves that Jon and Anne have a good relationship.
Although it seems difficult to connect these two people in terms of social status, it seems understandable when you think about Anne's dress and personality that are out of tune with other women. After all, she is a unique and mysterious lady.
Maybe it’s a romance, or maybe it’s a past commission?
If it's a commission, then Ms. Anne seems to know quite a few detectives...hmm.
These thoughts flashed through William's mind in just a few seconds, but basic gentlemanly etiquette prevented him from asking about these interpersonal privacy issues. He just silently asked Jon about the appearance of the fugitive priest.
Jon seemed well prepared, and he even handed William a sketch directly.
The portrait shows a thin man with calm and gentle features. From the annotations on the side, we can know that he has brown eyes and hair. Apart from the special clergy attire, he looks no different from ordinary people.
"Oh, since we have reached a cooperation, let me update you on my current investigation progress!" Jon took out a city map from somewhere and pointed to specific locations for analysis. "At present, I think he will be active in these two areas for the following reasons..."
The two men got closer, and William smelled a familiar scent from the red-haired young man who lowered his neck.
“Do you use perfume?”
Jon was stunned: "No."
He lifted up his cloak and sniffed it, then suddenly realized, "Maybe it's the smell of soap? My clothes are all washed by someone special."
William fell into a brief silence. He recalled the scene when he first went to the empty house and suddenly asked, "Excuse me, do you have a waist-length cloak with dark brown and violet patterns on it?"
"Hey, is this what you deduced?"
Jon's expression gradually became a little horrified: "So not only is Mr. Owl, William, you are also a detective?!"
No, it's because we passed each other by then.
At this moment, the detective was actually more panicked than Jon.
Just now, he combined all the information and suddenly came to a horrifying conclusion.
That is, the detective Anne recommended to him at that time, perhaps Jon who left in a hurry, was not the owl in the empty house.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he frantically denied it.
No, no, how could this be possible? Mr. Owl had indeed guided him many times and revealed the truth to him many times. Even in the villa, he was the first to discover Ms. Mary's danger.
Could it be that he had found the wrong one? Could it be that?
Mr. Detective, it’s Mr. Detective, right…?
"Hello, William?"
Jon patted William, whose expression gradually turned blank. "Why do you look frightened? I'm the one who was deduced the secret!"
The young detective came back to his senses, his blue eyes rolling around helplessly, as if he had not yet recovered from his incredible thoughts: "...No, sorry."
He was clearly incapable of thinking rationally in his current state.
Jon was still very understanding. Seeing that William was not in the right state of mind, he did not continue with his reasoning. Instead, he stuffed the portrait into William's arms, agreed on the time and place for the next meeting, and waved goodbye.
Seeing this development, the audience vaguely guessed something.
[Did the detective recognize the identity of the female detective? ]
[I feel like something is wrong. Is it necessary to doubt my life so much? ]
[Oh!! I understand! Did William finally realize that the detective recommended by Lucy's mother was not Owl!!]
[…Hiss! No wonder I’m doubting my life! ]
In the camera, William walked home in a daze.
It was not until he reached the door that he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to remind Lucy's mother about the child's education.
Lucy seemed to be in a bad state. Although children were at an age when they were good at fantasizing, her fantasies seemed to have a specific goal, which made people worry that someone had led her astray.
Well, let’s talk about it next time we have a chance.
William thought distractedly, looked at the door in front of him, took a deep breath, and paused for a long time before pushing it open.
The moment the door opened, a shadow rushed over.
"Goooooo!"
Perhaps it smelled the fresh scent of flesh and blood, this was the first time the eagle owl took the initiative to greet people.
The big brown bird landed on the young man's arm, poked its head out, and looked at the slightly open bag, as if it wanted to put its head into the bag.
Even though he was in a complicated mood, William was still amused by this scene: "Calm down, detective... sir, you know that you can't accomplish anything in a hurry."
Cuckoo?
Are you teaching me how to do things?
The furry detective arrogantly tilted his head and glanced at everyone with his bright round eyes. Then, he accurately identified the bag containing raw meat among the bags, and then he reached out and bit it, successfully flying back to the shelf with two or three pieces of meat in his mouth.
William: ...
William: “Well, you are the exception.”
Seeing this scene, William's originally complicated mood improved slightly.
After all, the owl looked listless before going out, but now it is energetic enough to come up and grab food, which proves that there is nothing wrong with its body, which is a good thing anyway.
After putting the purchased items in order and feeding the owl, William took a deep breath and finally got to the point, tentatively describing today's new case to the other party.
"He is said to be a very deceptive priest."
"Perhaps he has heard too much in the confessional. He knows the weaknesses of the human heart very well and can easily weave beautiful dreams based on people's deepest desires."
"If he was just lying, it would be fine, but he actually had evil thoughts towards the child and even took action. It's disgusting!"
William tentatively placed the portrait in front of the owl, his heart beating fast, and asked word by word: "So, Mr. Detective, are you interested in helping to catch this person?"
The eagle owl blinked.
The portraits of this period were realistic enough that it recognized the person in the painting at a glance.
Isn’t that the person it saw in the factory last night?
It tilted its head: "Gu."
According to the previous process, the next step is to take it out and ask it to identify this person, right?
Facing the pair of big round eyes, William's eyes wandered, and he didn't know what his mentality was. He asked a strange question: "Are you really listening to my question?"
He took a deep breath, slowed down his tone, held the owl in both hands, and asked again: "Or, do you really understand what I am saying?"
He didn't realize that he was holding down the owl's wings and claws.
The staring, the physical suppression, the low and repetitive calls were an open provocation to the naturally proud birds of prey.
The eagle owl looked at him quietly for a few seconds.
After a moment, the great detective, whose patience had finally run out, suddenly leaped up, stretched out his wings and slapped the human in the face, broke free from the human's hands and flew to the ceiling light, breathing angrily at him, the sound as sharp as a boiling kettle.
“Hiss—!”
Are you sick?
I don’t know if they were scared or had confirmed some idea, but the humans below looked a little lost, even in a trance.
The narrator said this:
"A new case has occurred again and detectives are taking it very seriously."
"He worked with a fox detective he knew, hoping to get the detective to join him, but was rejected with a bad attitude."
"The detectives began to suspect each other."
"This pair is about to have their first official cold war."
[…On the harmfulness of language barriers.]
[Wait, wait, wait, I just remembered when I saw the owl, isn't the person in this image someone at the round table last night? ]
[Oh! So the Owl Detective has already solved the case? ]
[Ahhh, they're arguing and fighting! Detective, why are you suspicious now? Owl Detective already knows where the criminal is!]
[It's bad, is it even reaching the level of a cold war? ]
[Partners need to get used to each other... After overcoming the differences, there will be no more doubts (confidence)]
In the next few days, William began to seriously investigate the priest's affairs. After the night patrol, he would get up earlier every day, take time in the afternoon to meet up with Jon for investigations, and sort out the priest's traces in the evening.
With a faint hope, he would progress in sync with the owl every time, but unfortunately, whether because of anger or as he expected, the owl did not show its magical powers like in the previous times.
Alas, after all, it is still...
But it doesn’t matter. They have made some progress now, and after some time, they should be able to catch the priest.
It was another evening, and William was sitting at his desk sorting out documents.
rustle.
rustle.
The eagle owl originally didn't want to pay attention to people.
But when it was awakened for the eighteenth time by the sound of a human pen scratching across paper, it finally couldn't bear it anymore.
With a swish, the big brown bird landed on the human's desk, held down the human's hand with one claw, and slapped the pen out of his hand with the other claw.
The eagle owl raised its head and looked at the people, its golden pupils slightly lowered, looking particularly fierce.
It made a rare, threatening sound from its throat, a sound that represented an ultimatum: "Da! Dada!"
Do you want to rebel?!
Are you going to let the birds sleep?!
"Sorry, Mr. Detective, was my voice too loud?" William was still used to calling him that, but his tone was more casual. "I promise I'll be quieter next time... eh?"
Snap!
As he looked in amazement, the owl suddenly lowered its head, grabbed the envelope next to him, and mercilessly threw it under the table.
There are always various friction noises when an envelope is opened, which is very noisy to the ears of an owl with sensitive hearing, and there is no regularity at all, which is annoying.
Get out! Get away from here!
"Mr. Detective, this is my information..."
The human bent down to pick up the envelope, but the eagle owl was faster and swooped down to the ground, flying around the room with the envelope in its mouth, refusing to give it to the human.
William: ...
He found himself increasingly confused about the furry creature's temperament.
Perhaps because of its cat-like face and ears, its personality is as unpredictable as a cat's.
Mingming had just told himself repeatedly in his heart that maybe this was just an ordinary bird, but when he saw this spiritual scene, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.
"Mr. Detective, you know, I'm solving a case..."
So, he carefully considered his words and pointed at the portrait on the drawing board, trying again: "This prisoner is very dangerous, I need to catch him as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if I can't ask you to help, just don't make trouble."
He tried his best to communicate with the owl, and the owl became quiet just as he expected, tilting its head as if trying to understand his words.
William suddenly remembered something.
In the minds of some farmers who know animals well, the smartest animals are definitely not those that complete various instructions perfectly, but those that act like they are lazy and refuse to be trained.
What this means is that it can understand, but it will pretend not to understand.
But in the eyes of superficial humans, it has become evidence that it is not smart enough.
When this thought came to his mind, even William himself was shocked.
Because this situation was exactly the same as his thinking a few days ago when he asked Owl but failed and really thought that the other party didn't understand.
But he knew from the beginning that the detective was moody...
What if it was just pretending to be stupid and didn't want to work overtime?
His mood suddenly became extremely uneasy, and William's voice gradually became weaker as he spoke.
“…Gu.”
On the other side, following the human's direction, the eagle owl finally paid attention to the person in the portrait.
It looked at the portrait and then at William.
Big eyes, big confusion.
What? Are you rebelling because of this person?
He was reluctant to give up this useful little brother, but was also troubled by his recent indifference. Looking at this portrait, the Eagle Owl finally found an outlet for venting his emotions.
Without hesitation, it spread its wings and flew out the window in the direction it remembered, ignoring the calls of the humans behind it:
"Wait! Mr. Detective!"
Another night of teaching ends.
Danny sat at the round table and watched everyone leave with a smile, letting the candles on the table burn out bit by bit, and the factory fell into darkness.
No one could see such darkness clearly. He could finally let the corners of his mouth rise, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a joy that didn't match his appearance.
Sure enough, just as he thought, the mixed East District was more suitable for his survival.
Although the living conditions were not as good as before, the lambs here were so ignorant and confused that with just a few words, they easily regarded him as a messenger from the mysterious world, scrambled to cover up his identity, and desperately wanted to hold on to the rope of hope.
Of course, this is normal.
In this rapidly developing city, the class gap between people is widening. The upper class is indulging in a life of luxury, while the lower class is spiritually empty.
If you can't see the future, you will place your hopes on the illusory other side.
And now, in just a few weeks, he has become a teacher in the school of this factory, and can easily manipulate the future of this generation.
The child was as cute and pure as ever. No matter what he said, she would look at him longingly with her eyes that were not tainted by any filth.
They are also easier to bribe and appease, all it takes is a piece of candy... Of course, he will also ask for his due reward.
As if he thought of something, the smile on the man's face became a little ambiguous.
To this day, he has not heard any news of pursuit.
Perhaps, his new life is about to begin, haha.
“Hehehe…”
Thinking of this, Danny couldn't help but laugh softly, with a morbid satisfaction on his face.
But just as he was about to get up and leave, something suddenly grabbed his face in the darkness.
Wow——
Blood flowed out.
Accompanied by the human reflex scream - "Ah!!"
Detective exposed! (?)
It should be acceptable for Owl Detective to catch a pedophile () It is justice!
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