Owl Detective
The next day, a servant knocked on the door and signaled William to come downstairs for dinner.
William yawned loudly. His sleep-deprived brain was hazy and he couldn't tell whether the scream he heard in his half-awake state was real or an illusion.
"Mr. Detective, did you hear anything?" In order to get a positive answer, he couldn't help but ask the owl at the bedside, "I always felt that I heard a strange scream... Did someone in the villa have an accident?"
After guiding humans to the crime scene in time several times and receiving generous food rewards, the owl gradually understood humans' needs and began to actively pay attention to similar movements and respond whenever there was a situation.
But at this time, facing William's questioning, the eagle owl just closed its eyes lazily and ignored him.
This reaction...probably nothing happened.
Well, that should be an illusion caused by his poor sleep.
Seeing this, William was relieved.
To participate in the event, the detective naturally could not be left alone in the room, so the young man stretched out his arm in front of the eagle owl and requested gently several times, which made the sleepy big bird reluctantly move, raised its claws and stepped on his arm, and then climbed up the human's shoulders little by little, shrank its neck and closed its eyes to take a nap.
William didn't want to disturb it, so he waited until the noise outside died down before leaving the room and listening to today's activities in the corner.
Surprisingly, Mary did not show up today, and it was Jones who came out to communicate with the detectives.
"According to yesterday's arrangement, you will stay in the villa to search for treasure."
"Except for Lady Mary's room, you are free to explore all the places."
"Just remember, you can't leave this place early, otherwise the opportunity will be invalid."
Jones stood on the stairs and informed the detectives of the rules of the game.
For some reason, the look he gave the detectives was particularly cold, even more hostile than yesterday.
After saying these words, he left in a hurry.
"How strange..."
"What is this guy in such a hurry for?"
"That look is so annoying!"
After Jones left, the detectives whispered to each other, quite dissatisfied.
They were not blind and could certainly see the change in Jones' attitude.
Did you find that your expenses were particularly high when you counted your bills at night? Or did you feel that you were undervaluing yourself by talking to a private investigator?
...No matter which one it is, can't you show some basic etiquette?
After a few angry conversations, the detectives became more and more eager to uncover the treasure of the villa, so they dispersed and explored everywhere in the villa.
Apart from anything else, this villa is still a bit mysterious.
Soon a detective discovered the connection between the overhead chandelier and the stair railings. There were also countless small and hidden mechanisms, which greatly increased the credibility of the treasure being here.
Looking around, William was not interested. He himself was not a person who valued material wealth. He came here only because of Owl's interest in the invitation.
He reached out and poked the eagle owl's thick chest feathers, and asked quietly: "What do you want to do now, Mr. Detective?"
"Goooooo!"
Go back to sleep.
Who works during the day.
Just now, the owl squinted its golden eyes, and its head slid down slowly, almost falling into the thick feathers, like a pool of solid that was gradually liquefying.
But suddenly, the noise made by the detectives around it figuring out their tricks would wake it up again. After repeating this, it lost its patience and sat up with its feathers puffed up, feeling unhappy.
What's the point of clanging and touching things all over the place!
Can't you tell where the hole is just by listening?
You are deliberately making it sleep badly, right?
Like an irritated cat, the eagle owl looked around angrily, trying to find someone unlucky enough to vent its anger. Fortunately, the understanding William took the initiative to talk to it.
"Hey, are you sleepy, Mr. Detective?"
"Coo, coo, coo!"
"Oh... let's go back to the room first."
"Coo."
Seeing that the detective on his shoulder had entered attack mode, William guessed the reason for his temper after a quick thought. He quickly stroked his fur to comfort him and walked into the room.
The narrator explains:
"When the competition officially started, the detective did not play by the rules. While the other detectives were working hard, he lazily asked the detective to go back to the room to rest."
"Everyone just thought that he was not worthy of his reputation and that he was just escaping by returning to his room. Little did they know that he had seen through all the traps that everyone had been trying to figure out."
"Moreover, he also noticed something about what happened in the dark..."
[Hahahaha, you're so pretentious, what do you want to do if you just go back to sleep!]
[It feels like it's just a normal owl feeling sleepy during the day ()]
[Owls have very good hearing. Their ear holes are not on the same level, so they can determine the spatial location just by listening to the sound. The detectives are groping around to trigger the mechanism. The owl may have already known it...]
[I am dying of laughter. Is this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person? ]
[Hmm? What do you mean by something that happened in the dark? Did any case happen? ]
William gave up exploring and went straight back to his room, which naturally attracted the attention of other detectives.
"Oh, are you giving up, Owl Detective?" The young man who provoked yesterday spoke again, with mockery in his eyes, "It seems that you are the ones who are just showing off. You don't even dare to look for it."
His voice was always so high pitched that it was simply noise to an owl's keen hearing.
The eagle owl, which had closed its eyes after being comforted by William, suddenly opened its eyes again, and its dark brown wings spread slightly, ready to move.
youth:"……"
Thinking of the two slaps he received yesterday, he suddenly fell silent.
William didn't intend to pay attention to him. He just nodded politely, said "I wish you success" and continued walking forward.
The young man was silent. He felt like a clown.
Turning his grief and anger into motivation, he continued to study the mechanisms in the villa, trying to be the first to find the treasure and avenge himself.
Among the many detectives who explored the villa diligently, Jon was another exception.
It looked like he was exploring the corridor by feeling the wall, but in fact he was absent-minded and was paying attention to William's situation in the hall.
When he found that the young man returned to the room with the owl without any reluctance, his expression was slightly complicated.
If the other detectives were smokescreens called in by Mary to cover up his arrival, then this pair of owl detectives were a landmine.
Yesterday he thought the owl's gaze was just an accident, and even if it stayed in the frame, it could be explained as coincidence.
But when he found that they had no interest in the so-called treasure hunt, he became more suspicious of what they already knew.
Um……
Do you know that the so-called treasure hunt is just a gimmick?
Or go a step further and know about his and Ms. Mary's commission?
So they are Jones' helpers?
With no idea what to do, Jon could only give up his suspicion and concentrate on completing his task.
“Knock, knock.”
When he was sure that there was no one around, he bent his fingers and tapped lightly on a brick at a distance outside the frame. After making sure that he got a response, he spoke to himself:
"Mr. Jones left the villa in a hurry, a little anxious."
"He doesn't look very happy."
"I heard from him that Ms. Mary caught a cold and is resting in bed. Maybe that's why. I hope she gets well soon."
After saying this, Jon walked away naturally.
As an employer, Ms. Mary is suspicious of everyone to a certain extent, including Jon, who was hired by her. He doesn't know what she is trying to do and can only do things according to what was agreed before.
However, now that Jones has left the villa, who can he keep an eye on during this time?
On the other side——
The eagle owl returned to the room and immediately flew to the head of the bed, found a place with a clear purpose and prepared to sleep.
"Mr. Detective has a really good attitude. He's not afraid of strangers at all."
William just closed the door and turned around to see the eagle owl with narrowed eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.
Coo coo.
The detective at the bedside opened his eyes and glanced at him, with a hint of contempt in his half-round eyes.
No one died, it's just that people are drilling holes in the wall everywhere, and they are still drilling. What's there to be excited about?
Of course, if it were a mouse it could be a little more excited.
The eagle owl moved its paws and let them sink into the warmth of the long feathers. In such comfort, its golden eyes narrowed again.
Forget it, I’m not excited. Eating rat will make me vomit hair and bones, which is uncomfortable.
The pure raw meat that my little brother gave me is still delicious, gulu gulu gulu...
"Okay, I'll follow your instructions."
Seeing this, William smiled, relaxed, took off his coat and shoes, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep unknowingly.
In this way, they slept until almost evening.
William was awakened by the pressure of the furry detective. He knew from its urging cry that the detective was hungry, so he got up quickly and prepared to ask the kitchen for some raw meat to feed the bird.
However, before he reached the kitchen, he heard a commotion outside.
Jones, who had left in the morning, returned with a large group of police officers.
He led the police to guard the door, pointed at the detectives in the villa, and threatened that one of the detectives had killed his grandmother Mary.
Detectives:?!
What? !
This is simply alarmist!!
How could they become suspects just for accepting an invitation and earning a bonus?
It’s unfair!!
Shocked and angry, they began to suspect that the so-called detective invitation was not a pie in the sky, but a fishing trap.
William was also shocked and didn't understand what was going on.
But then, the focus of the argument unconsciously shifted to him.
Because he often left early according to Owl's schedule and had plenty of time to act alone, people began to suspect him.
"I was wondering why he went to sleep at this time..."
"What did you do last night that made you so sleepy?"
"I've been with Jack the whole time, it can't be me!"
Jones was adopted by the noble lady Mary, so he was half a noble, so his identification was strong. He believed that the murderer was a detective, so the incompetent police would most likely arrest the detective directly, not for the truth, but just to appease the noble.
Fully aware of this, the detectives in the hall reached a tacit consensus and planned to sacrifice William, the most unsociable and the most famous.
"No, guys, if this is a murder case, I think we need to talk about evidence before we can arrest anyone."
William took a few steps back, frowned, and rationally analyzed the people who seemed eager to rush over to arrest him: "From the perspective of investigating the case, the murderer should be analyzed from multiple dimensions such as motives and intentions."
Among the detectives, only Jon spoke up to help: "That's true."
He was also surprised when he first heard the news of Mary's death, and even felt more horrified than others, but when he saw that William was almost wrongly arrested, he still stood up and spoke out.
"It's best not to arrest people randomly." He seemed to be well versed in the art of language, silently putting pressure on the police on the other side, "Officer William is the current spokesperson for the popular Owl Detective. If he is arrested without any clear reason, it would be unacceptable, right?"
"Won't Mr. Jones tell us detectives what's going on?"
This statement was more effective than William's rational analysis. Several policemen looked at each other and silently looked at Jones, the leader.
Jones said in a cold tone that one of Mary's personal maids came to his door this morning to wake him up and told him in a panic that Mary was dead.
He rushed to check and found Mary lying on the bed, her face pale, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and a dagger on her chest.
Afterwards, Jones ordered several maids to protect the scene and not allow anyone to enter Mary's room. After laying out the rules to calm the detective, he immediately went out and called the police.
The incident happened on the first night the detective arrived, so the murderer must be one of the detectives.
William shook his head: “No, such simple reasoning is baseless.”
Jon agreed: "After all, the detectives' arrival was also instructed by Ms. Mary. Before that, I believe most of the detectives had no connection with Ms. Mary, so they naturally had no motive for committing the crime."
The eagle owl said impatiently: "Cuckoo, cuckoo?" Why haven't you started eating yet?
The two spoke with reason and evidence, and the other detectives gradually gained confidence, adding to their credibility:
"Yeah, didn't Mary invite us to treasure hunt? If she didn't invite us, we wouldn't even be able to contact her."
"Based on my many years of experience in accepting murder-for-love commissions, maybe the real murderer is using us to hide himself? We are just a shield!"
"What about the maid? She was the first one to discover the scene, so she's a suspect too!"
So the detectives called the maid in to question her.
Several maids have been gathering together today, and the detectives thought they were sacrificing their own space to take care of the detective activities. Now they think it's strange.
The maid Jones mentioned was called over, but her reaction was a little strange. She hesitated and did not dare to respond to Jones.
People found something wrong and asked:
"What? Is there something hidden?"
"You know, there are a lot of people here."
"The murderer will be caught, you don't have to worry about anything else!"
The maid avoided looking and hesitated for a long time before she seemed unable to bear it and spoke, but what she said was extremely shocking.
She said that it was actually Jones who killed Mary, but he went to the police hypocritically in order to frame the detective.
Otherwise, with them taking care of her, who could get close to Mary?
Jones, the adopted son, was the only one who could get close to the suspicious and sensitive old man.
The maid lowered her head and stirred with her fingers, looking uneasy.
Jones's originally indifferent expression cracked inch by inch, and his voice was filled with disbelief: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
The situation took a dramatic turn and everyone was shocked.
But to be fair, Jones' motive was much greater than that of the strange detective.
He was Mary's adopted child. Mary had a lot of property, but she was old and had not yet made a will. The only thing she was sure to give to Jones was this villa. It made perfect sense if Jones killed people for money.
"That makes sense. I've taken on quite a few commissioned investigations into murders for money..."
"Rich families are all like this. No wonder wealthy old people make multiple wills and divide them among different people. Rich people are always suspicious."
"Didn't you just cause a scandal not long ago where your adopted son tampered with your will and stole your property? Didn't Ms. Mary learn from her mistakes and become wiser..."
The private investigators talked about it and seemed to have identified Jones's murderer.
Only William and John did not say anything, remaining isolated as usual.
William stared at the maid. For some reason, he always felt that she was hiding something. However, after the maid finished recounting what she had said before, she lowered her head and the detective could not see her expression.
Jon was overwhelmed by the absurdity that his employer was dead.
Damn, who was that person who responded to him inside the wall during the day? !
Is it a ghost?!
The hall was so noisy that one could not distinguish each other's voices.
And the Owl Detective's patience has run out.
"Gu!"
It turned its head and bit William's ear hard, trying to threaten its younger brother to quickly offer raw meat. But at this critical juncture, even if William knew what it meant, he couldn't be satisfied.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Detective." William whispered amid the commotion, "You might have to go hungry for a while."
If they had quickly examined the body and identified the murderer and closed the case, they might have been able to have dinner earlier. However, Jones seemed to be out of control. After the maid said a few words, he almost fought with the maid and began to indiscriminately hate those who tried to stop the fight. It was estimated that the procedure for inspecting the scene would have to be postponed.
At present, William does not think Jones is the murderer.
Because they haven't even seen the body, and the case is just one-sided statements from two people. How can this be used as a basis for solving the case?
Well...it would be even more ridiculous if Jones didn't lie, or even if it was just the maid's testimony from beginning to end.
William vaguely realized something and fell into deep thought, and he no longer paid attention to the owl that was so angry that it swelled.
owl:……
It doesn't understand why its younger brother is so rebellious today.
The eagle owl half-closed his eyes with a gloomy look, wondering how to make his rebellious little brother become as obedient as before.
Suddenly, amid the noise, it caught a familiar sound.
“Gu——!”
This is the sound of a big reward!
The originally lazy owl cried out excitedly, and under everyone's surprised gaze, it spread its dark brown wings and flew straight to the second floor.
Gu!
Someone is finally going to die!
Classic three choices (?)
Two hundred chapters already! So excited! Sprinkle flowers!
It’s the first time I knew I could write something so long!
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