Chapter 228 Agni and the Great Detective
Aiwas hid the gun, put on the same clothes as on the previous floor, pushed the door open and went out, and saw the couple in room 204 arguing again.
It was still the same strange posture - the woman had one foot halfway inside the house, holding the door handle from the outside, with her body twisted outwards.
Because of his previous experience, Aihua paid special attention to her center of gravity this time... and found that her center of gravity was on the foot that left the room.
There are two possibilities when a person stands at a door: either he wants to enter or he wants to leave.
And this woman obviously wanted to leave.
But the last time she saw Aiwass, she immediately went into the house. Not only that, after she entered the house, no sound was heard...Apart from her, even her "husband" in the house did not speak.
how so?
——Now it can be figured out.
"...If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this point..."
The woman was halfway through her speech when she looked up and saw Aiwass approaching quietly.
"Agni" looked at her with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, smiling as was his habit.
Although he had never looked in the mirror, it seemed that Agnes's face was not as friendly as Aiwass's own - the smile should have been exactly the same, but the woman shuddered in fear.
She immediately stopped talking, smoothly retracted her right foot that was about to take a half step forward, and planned to go back to her room.
There was genuine fear and dread in the woman's eyes.
But at this moment, Agnes took half a step forward and blocked the door that was about to close with his foot.
The fear on the woman's face became even stronger. She subconsciously wanted to close the door harder, but she didn't dare to hurt Agnes.
"Do you know me?"
Agnes asked with a smile.
Without waiting for her to answer, Agnes extended her broad, calloused hand. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Agnes, and I'm a teacher. I live next door to you."
"Oh, I'm Jane..."
The woman said timidly, reaching out her hand and gently grasping Agnes' fingertips, then immediately letting go as if she had received an electric shock. "I'm a... uh, small businessman, sort of."
"oh?"
Agnes kept smiling and asked politely, "That's great. Do you have any medicine for colds and fevers? My daughter is sick and needs some medicine."
The woman turned around and looked at the man in the room with a questioning look.
A skinny man had been pacing the room. Upon seeing Agni enter, he didn't question her for coming in like that. He didn't greet her or approach her, but simply stood there motionless, as if frozen.
Compared to the relatively youthful-looking, plain-looking woman, he must be at least a decade older, at least in his forties.
The man's face was flushed, as ugly as a monkey's—not out of shame or anger, but rather like some kind of inflammation or allergy. If Agnes hadn't smelled the alcohol, she would have suspected he was drunk.
"Cold medicine... I think you have it. Let me look for it..."
As he spoke, he began to rummage through a backpack in the corner of the room.
He looked left and right, and hesitantly found a bottle of pink alchemical potion.
"This... maybe."
The skinny man who looked like a monkey came over and looked at Agnes with some fear.
He looked a little nervous, but his words flowed smoothly. The man skillfully introduced, "This is the 'Hibernation' potion. Drink it and get some sleep. It will repair any damage to your body, leaving you refreshed when you wake up!"
"Bring that, too."
At this moment, Jane took the initiative to speak.
She reminded him, "It's 'that'."
"Oh, I forgot!"
The man slapped his head and said, "You must want this!"
As he spoke, the man took out another small box from his backpack.
——A small round metal box about the size of medicated oil.
Looking at the familiar object, Agnes's gaze immediately focused on it.
"You must be familiar with this, Dream Intoxication Tincture. Just a lick of it will give you a peaceful and sweet dream. Many times, fevers and discomfort are caused by poor sleep and nightmares. Just a sip of this will make you better."
"...This thing is very expensive, right?"
Aiwass picked up the Dream Intoxicant. It was etched with a crescent moon with a human face, and below it was a line of small words: "1811-01-022, Living Silver Workshop."
"...This is from a batch from ten years ago. Is it expired?"
Seeing the Dream-Intoxicating Tincture in the dream ritual made him feel a little weird.
He still didn't use the Dream-Intoxicating Tincture in this ritual. The Temple of Silver and Tin was still quite safe, not to mention that Aiwass's ritualist, Iben, was watching over him. He'd save the Dream-Intoxicating Tincture for the next advancement.
The next time he advanced, he would most likely still be in Eagle Head Village. In such a chaotic and unstable sleeping place, he needed the Dream Drunken Tincture to prevent himself from being woken.
"It's okay. The date on it is fake. This thing has only been out for less than two months. No one would buy it if it wasn't marked like this..."
As if understanding Agnes's hesitation, the man explained, "This is a replica—it's not as effective as the original, but it's definitely useful. Don't worry, it's absolutely harmless to your body. You see, it's still storming outside, and I can't escape, right?"
"Thank you so much then."
Agnes smiled friendly again. "I wonder how much it will cost?"
"Please cure your daughter's illness first. There's no rush to talk about the money later."
The middle-aged man laughed.
"Thank you very much."
Agnes nodded politely in thanks.
As the two of them watched him smilingly, he took a half step back and closed the door.
He strode away, his tall and heavy body making a thumping sound as he faded away.
But Agnes stood in front of the stairs, expressionless, and waited for a while before tiptoeing back and standing in front of the two men's door.
"...You sold that thing to Agni, what if he found out?"
A man's low, urgent questioning voice came from inside the house: "He's carrying a gun, do you want to die?"
"You don't know shit," a woman's vulgar voice came, "Do you really believe that's his daughter? He must have recognized us, so he came here to ask for some medicine to calm the little girl down..."
Just then, two gunshots were heard downstairs.
Agni stood at the door this time. He was finally sure... with the soundproofing of the hotel, everyone must have heard the gunshot.
He still stood quietly at the door, listening to the movements inside the house.
The woman screamed subconsciously in fear, but as soon as she screamed, someone covered her mouth.
"Stop making noise, do you want to die?!"
The man's voice turned fierce: "Just pretend you didn't hear anything, got it?"
"...Is it Agnes? That psychopathic murderer..."
The woman's voice trembled.
"——Don't guess, don't talk!"
The man was alert to the point of being a little neurotic, completely different from his previous friendly demeanor: "Maybe someone is listening outside right now!"
The corners of Agnes' mouth rose slightly, and this time he left quietly.
He walked down the stairs and found the reporter who played "Jacob" in the lobby on the first floor.
It was different from last time—this time in the hall, besides the reporter and the corpse at the front desk, there was also an old man wearing a vest-shaped iron armor.
The old man had skin as dark as coal, and his eyes were blue. He looked at the reporter warily, his right hand resting loosely on the hilt of the elven dagger at his waist. He was clearly a veteran Overseer.
The two of them were now facing each other, silent. Or perhaps they had already said everything they needed to say and were waiting for something.
They noticed Agni's appearance almost at the same time, and the reporters immediately breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.
The old man also shifted his vigilant gaze a little, but he didn't seem to be too aggressive, just standing there watching without saying a word.
The reporter greeted Aiwass: "You are finally here - are you too late this time?"
"I came down right after I was resurrected. I think it might be because of the different flow rates."
Agnes said in a deep voice. Every word he said was a lie.
The reporter just nodded, as if agreeing with something.
He turned to the old man and said, "Can you trust me now? I am the detective, and that strong man is the fox."
The old man dressed as an Overseer simply shook his head and said seriously, "To be precise, we can only be sure that at least one of you is not Merlin."
"You're pure white, right?"
Agnes suddenly spoke in a very affirmative tone.
The old man slowly turned his head and looked at Agnes in surprise: "I only said one sentence... How did you know that?"
"I guessed it."
Agnes said with a smile.
His face showed this kind of smile, but it looked a little scary: "There are only seven people in total. Excluding me, Detective, Lulu, and Jacaranda. You are definitely not Topa. The only ones left are Pure White and Living Silver.
"It's just a choice between two options. No matter how you answer, I will use your reaction to determine who you are."
It doesn't matter how you guess. What matters is the other person's reaction.
"As expected of a 'fox'."
The old inspector admired him, but he did not loosen his hand on the dagger at his waist: "But I still can't rule out the possibility that one of you is Merlin."
"Oh, no need. He's the detective."
Aiwass said with a smile, looking at the reporter: "Right?"
"Have you confirmed your identities in some way?"
"I guess so."
The smile on Aiwass's face faded a little, becoming a half-smile: "The way he responded to me was undoubtedly the way a 'detective' responded to a 'fox'.
"That means there are two on your side. We also have two on our side. We've already identified four people, so there are three left."
"—Lulu, Huoyin, Topa."
The reporter continued, "The remaining characters include your daughter, the husband of the couple, and the dancer."
"Why not the gatekeeper?"
The old supervisor, played by Junbai, asked in reply, "It's possible that the fox's daughter is the superfluous person. Then the rest are the men, the dancers, and the receptionists."
"Let me be clear," Aiwass said, not even glancing at the reporter. He simply looked at the old inspector. "My mission requires me to protect my 'daughter.' So I won't let you do anything to her."
"Unless there is irrefutable evidence that she is Merlin, I will never attack a little girl. Even if it's just in a dream."
Pure White answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, Aiwass smiled slightly and said, "That's great. We've participated in so many promotion ceremonies, and finally met a group of normal teammates."
He said, looking at the reporter: "Isn't that right, Detective?"
"Indeed, it's so hard to find normal teammates."
The reporter nodded in agreement. "They only think about betraying you. They have no morals at all."
"I don't know how Lulu is doing..."
Aiwass sighed, "I'm actually a little worried about her. It looks like she's either at the bottom or at the top... If she's at the bottom, she might die accidentally. If she's at the top, she might be scared."
"Don't worry too much," the reporter sincerely comforted Aiwass. "You have to make her strong, right? She can't rely on you forever. Growing up in a dream is always better than living in reality. Most people don't even have that chance. Instead of pointlessly worrying, let's go check on the remaining people first."
"Now that the three of us are together, we can at least confirm that two of them are not Merlin. With multiple witnesses present, collecting evidence at this time is meaningful."
"……really."
Aiwass smiled, looked at the reporter, nodded, and said meaningfully: "Then I'll listen to you first...
"My great detective."
(End of this chapter)
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