I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 478

“That’s too slow. There are countless unidentified missing bodies. Every day, hundreds, if not thousands, of people mysteriously disappear throughout Britain.”

Alice shook her head.

"Realizing they can't fight us, they'll quickly move to a different location. By the time you finish investigating the case file at the police station, they'll have enough time to escape Britain."

"Why don't you share the information you've discovered? Brainstorming is always better than thinking alone."

Alice agreed after only a moment's thought.

"Okay, but I didn't find much either. There were only a few useful pieces of information."

"All ears."

"First, based on the unnatural contraction of the waist and abdomen, it can be inferred that the corpse lived in the late 18th or 19th century when chest binding was popular."

Secondly, the oil stains on her ankles confirm your suspicion. The school bus driver did indeed hide the body in the school bus.

Furthermore, the woman's fingernails contained a black, soil-like substance.

"and many more……"

Jamie quickly asked.

"You just crushed her fingernails. Is there any dirt left in your palm?"

"...Unfortunately, no."

Alice was a little embarrassed. She had clapped her hands unconsciously just now, and even if there was anything there, it would have been shaken off and onto the ground.

“But through profiling, I saw that the female corpse seemed to be digging something with her hands somewhere.”

Jamie suddenly looked up.

“There is no real black soil in this area. The substance found under the female corpse’s fingernails may not be soil, but peat.”

"But there are no peat pits near London. They are mainly located in Scotland, Ireland, and northern England."

"That's true, but don't forget the most important use of peat."

Jamie's speech grew increasingly rapid, tinged with the excitement of discovering the truth.

"The smoky flavor of Scotch whisky mainly comes from peaty toasting... What are you doing?"

He couldn't help but interrupt before he could finish speaking, because Alice suddenly broke open a car parked on the side of the road, entered it, and started it on fire using special means.

His technique was as skilled as that of a seasoned master thief.

"The reasoning process is too time-consuming; let's get to the conclusion first."

"To the Motlake district!"

With the roar of the engine, the vehicle shot off like an arrow.

"Okay! Drive safely!"

Jamie gasped in surprise at the unprecedented feeling of being pushed back in his seat.

"I know it well."

Even if I get into a car accident, I will be safe and sound.

Alice added in her mind.

"Explain it."

Jamie adjusted to the car's speed and began to explain his reasoning.

The essential smoky flavor of Scotch whisky comes from peaty barley, a process typically performed at the malt distillery, but occasionally by the distillery.

As the capital of Britain, London's main industries have long since shifted from manufacturing to finance.

The modern factories have long been replaced, but combined with what Alice said earlier, there is a region that matches the era in which the female corpse lived.

“The Motlake district, located on the south bank of the Thames, had a malt manufacturing and brewing business from the late 18th century into the 20th century. It is highly likely that the female corpse was discovered and excavated there and used to spread the curse.”

"Brilliant reasoning."

Alice was full of admiration when she heard this intricately linked reasoning.

Jamie's conclusions, drawn from the available information, are quite reasonable. Finding any relevant clues in the Motlake district would confirm everything.

"You take care of dealing with the enemy, I'll just stay here."

Jamie knew very well that he was of no use at the moment and could not provide any off-site support, so he might as well stay put. As long as he didn't cause any trouble, given the strength he had shown before, taking down the female corpse would be a piece of cake.

Just as he was pondering how to obtain more information about Tantric Buddhism, the sudden jerking of the vehicle startled him.

In a panic, he turned to look at Alice in the driver's seat, only to see that she looked serious and her lips were tightly pressed together, as if she had lost all the ease she had just felt.

Jamie assumed it was just tension before battle, unaware that a strange image had suddenly appeared in Alice's mind.

In the scene, Alice walks down the street with a blank expression and a long trail of blood behind her.

The bloodstains did not come from Alice herself, but from a severed head she was holding.

The man's face was filled with horror and disbelief, as if he never imagined that he would die at Alice's hands.

Because this is Jamie's head...

A bone-chilling cold enveloped Alice.

She knew that this was not profiling, nor was it an illusion caused by external interference, but a premonition!

If we don't take action to reverse the situation, the scene will become a reality.

Jamie, as an ally, will never become an enemy.

The ability to foresee oneself in the scene clearly indicates that one is being mentally controlled by some entity.

Why? How could this happen?!

How could the opponent possibly break through the protection of the talisman?
Or did something else happen in between?

Alice suddenly realized that the pursuit to the Motlake district was far more dangerous than she had imagined.

Behind the school bus driver's murder case involving spreading curses, there exists something even more evil and profoundly dark.

What exactly is that? !

What should I do now?!

No, perhaps it was precisely because of my own wrong actions that the future depicted in that picture came to be?
Should we abandon this pursuit?

Alice felt a turmoil within her that was difficult to quell.

The more I try to calm down and think things through, the less I can concentrate.

The scenes I had seen earlier kept flashing back in my mind.

Alice could almost smell the blood emanating from the severed head...

Dark and evil things cannot stand in the light, therefore they are very good at disguising themselves.

Don't overlook any character involved in the incident; those seemingly insignificant background figures might actually be the real masterminds.

Calm down and find it.

A gentle voice seemed to come from beside her ear, and Alice felt as if she could see Su Fan's figure again.

After a wisp of pale blue incense smoke, the long-haired young man leaned lazily against the rocking chair and slowly began to speak.

"Alice, you still need to remain calm in the face of important matters. Your professionalism is still lacking."

His mischievous smile instantly dispelled Alice's anxiety and panic.

As her reason returned, she carefully recalled the scene she had witnessed while profiling.

After a while, I grasped the key point.

That dark, blurry shadow.

Her figure was completely different from the unidentified female corpse we saw today.

She seems a little smaller...

(End of this chapter)