All the body's internal organs were thrown outside, blood was flowing throughout the house, and the strong smell of blood made everyone who came here feel uncomfortable.
"Who is the murderer? His methods are so cruel!"
Gelden frowned and muttered to himself, constantly taking pictures of the situation here and recording every detail here. At the same time, several colleagues were outside intercepting the curious people who wanted to watch the excitement.
Although this is the outskirts of London, it is still London after all, the core area of the entire Britain. How can it not be surprising that such a thing happened now? !
The police from headquarters had not arrived yet, and all Gelden could do now was to maintain the scene and wait for strong police to arrive.
"What did you see last night?"
Looking at the innkeeper who was the first to call the police, Gelden asked without hesitation: "Did any guests come with large pets yesterday?"
"I didn't hear anything last night. It was just like usual. There were no special sounds or movements."
The innkeeper's face turned pale, and he said to Gelden honestly, "Officer, you know, most of the travelers who come to London live in the core area. The people who live here are just trying to make a living. How could anyone afford to keep a large pet?"
"There is a guy who has a stray cat. It's not big, only about three or four months old, and not even as big as my arm."
Listening to the innkeeper's words, Gelden shook his head and said, "Give me the accommodation record book for the past month and tell me about the situation in the past few days. Are there any suspicious people staying here?"
In Gelden's opinion, given that such a large pet was allowed to bite the deceased, the murderer and the deceased must have an irreconcilable hatred, so checking the interpersonal relationships might be fruitful.
This is his only method at the moment.
As for fingerprints, DNA, surveillance cameras and the like, those need to be left to the professional criminal police at the headquarters. He has no authority to deal with them.
Soon, the innkeeper brought the registration book. Gelden took it and began to look through it.
While Gelden was flipping through the book, a cheerful voice suddenly came from a corner of the hotel:
"Hey, young man, this isn't some murderer's revenge. It's just a werewolf hunting for food."
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