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Chapter 117 Death of Liu Yonglu

General Norman has been in a really good mood recently. The Continental Expo is approaching, and although there are still a few cases piled up in the headquarters, the royal family will obviously focus on the Expo in the short term. He can relax and deal with them calmly.

Investigator Richie has just uncovered a gathering of occultists in the Sabines Forest, which not only avoids a series of subsequent troubles, but also allows him to gain a firm foothold in the Blue Rose Project.

In the future, the captains in the department will have a few direct subordinates of their own, and Gregory should be more restrained from now on.

Humming a soothing jazz tune, Chief Norman pushed open the door of the switchboard room. This was a work habit he had developed over a long period of time. In the morning, he would handle important matters based on the latest intelligence, and in the afternoon, he would review those boring procedural materials.

"Have you confirmed his identity? Yes, yes, I found his ID on him.

Have the ID and the body's physical features been matched? It's confirmed to be one person. Okay, I'll send someone over to verify it in a few days. Please help us preserve the body and any personal belongings that can be found at the scene.

Let me confirm with you again, he is a male in his 20s, about meters tall, with brown hair, freckles on his face, and a thin build. "

Director Norman heard Oliver answering the phone but did not disturb him. He watered the orchids on the windowsill and made coffee.

It looks like the call is from another department. Is the body involved in the case related to a special event? The characteristics of this body sound familiar. It feels like it matches someone around me? Who is it?
General Norman drank coffee while admiring the scenery outside the window.

"Okay, thank you for your timely notification... We will definitely do a follow-up investigation. Goodbye."

After Oliver hung up the phone, he did not make a record of the call as usual, nor did he report the situation to Chief Norman beside him. Instead, he lay on the table with his head buried.

Yesterday she had a phone call with Investigator Richie, who told her in a relaxed tone that he was about to board the steam train to New Newland, but now...

Closing her eyes, Oliver felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in the darkness. She had been aware of the dangers of the investigator's profession since she was very young, but it was not until this moment that she personally felt the loss and sadness brought about by the disappearance of a familiar person.

The ace of the department had just completed an extremely difficult investigation mission and died in an abandoned factory in New Newrent on his way back, so suddenly, like a dead insect that could be seen everywhere.

Gradually, she recalled every detail of her time with Richie over the past month. Although the two of them only contacted and reported on work over the phone, they were also comrades-in-arms who supported each other from a distance.

Many times I sneered at his not-so-serious tone, and sometimes I even lost control of my temper and made sarcastic remarks to him on the phone, but he never got angry with me.

Always so polite and calls myself "sister" intimately.

If you were really my brother, I would never let you complete dangerous investigation missions again. You are still young, and there are other positions in the headquarters where you can display your talents.

As he thought about it, Oliver actually burst into tears.

As soon as the tears rolled out of my eyes, I couldn't control the sadness. At first I just kept sobbing quietly, but gradually I burst into tears.

Chief Norman was stunned. What happened today? Was he in a bad mood? Or was there something wrong at home?
"Oliver, is this your grandpa?"

"No... Chief, it's Investigator Richie, he..."

Oliver, who usually paid great attention to his image, didn't care about the smudged makeup on his face and looked at the general manager while sobbing.

"what!"

Looking at Oliver's expression, can't Chief Norman guess what he means?

"Clap."

He lost his grip on the coffee cup and it fell to the ground. The brown coffee stained the red velvet carpet, and Chief Norman looked ahead with a dull look.

How could this be possible? There were so many pagan leaders in the Sabines Forest, and the occultists had failed to capture Investigator Richie, but he had died on his way back inexplicably?

"Oliver, calm yourself down first. Let's confirm and see if it's Ricky."

Even at this point Norman was still unwilling to believe it. He put a chair and sat next to the desk, looking at Oliver's previous communication records while listening to her intermittent retelling.

Ten minutes later, General Norman had given up.

Really dead.

The evidence was clear, with ID and physical features that matched. The sheriff also gave an approximate time of death, and based on the testimony of the two secret sheriffs, his movements were determined to be at King's Cross train station, taking the train from Novidon.

"Hey!"

I really hope I am dreaming, Norman sighed. He was still laughing at Gregory a few days ago, but he didn't know that he is now the biggest joke of the entire investigation department. The most valued investigator did not die in the special event mission, but died in New Newland inexplicably, on the eve of taking office as captain.

His whole body was trembling, filled with regret and anger.

"What was the situation at the scene? Can you give me more details about the cause of death?"

After all, Chief Norman was older and had experienced a lot, so he lowered his head and relaxed for more than an hour before he felt better.

It is useless to be sad and upset now. The most important thing is to find out the cause of Ricky's death and see whether it was the revenge of the pagans or he just happened to be involved in other accidents.

Oliver's mind was blank when she answered the phone just now. She just mechanically typed down the details of the scene described by the other party on paper. Now, under the guidance of Chief Norman, she gradually calmed down.

"The scene is in an abandoned factory next to the Tess Canal."

Oliver's tears fell again after she finished the first sentence. She quickly wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm and took a few deep breaths before continuing:

"There were two undercover sheriffs following Mr. Rich because there had been three similar incidents in the same month. A mechanic from Calder County had been killed in New Nurent.

I think it might be that the train Mr. Richie was on happened to be within their detection range.

But they were still a step too late. When they arrived at the scene, Mr. Richie had already been killed, his chest had been peeled open, and the murderer had taken his heart.

A message was written on the body in blood."

"What?"

"Arrogance is both a tool for blasphemers to eat sin and a symbol of usurpation."

"I remember this is a motto from the Holy Virgin's Canon?"

"Yes, Book 5, Chapter 1, Line 5 of the Book of Mercies."

There was also a copy of the Holy Virgin Canon in the wiring room, and Oliver quickly found the source.

"The Saint's Sect... The Saint's Sect..."

Chief Norman nodded slightly, and his heart was relieved a little, but then his headache started again.

The reason why he was so nervous just now was because he had guessed an extremely absurd possibility in his mind.

That means it was Millie Tang who killed Investigator Ricky. There was only Ricky's body at the scene, so where was Millie Tang?

Combined with what Ricky said to me on the phone before, "He managed Millie Tang perfectly, and the two of them were as close as one person."

General Norman had sufficient reasons to believe that Millie Tang could not bear Ricky and killed him, and this possibility was not small.

But now that these evidences have been found on Ricky's body, it proves that Millie Tang didn't do it, but where did she go?
The Holy Maiden Sect was indeed a difficult matter, and General Norman intended to contact the local bishop of Mosessade tactfully to sound out the issue first.

But he suddenly thought of Richie's outstanding contribution to the Investigation Department in the past month.

No, this is not the right way to handle it. Ricky's soul is still in heaven watching us.

"Contact Bishop Bernard of the Saint's Sect immediately and ask him sternly for me! They must give an explanation for Ricky's death!"

Hey, have a nice weekend everyone. In fact, I have already started working yesterday.

Some people may have guessed the direction of the story later, but this crosstalk is not very popular, it is performed by Li Jindou and not many people tell it. But it’s okay, I feel more comfortable writing it without anyone digging into it.

Many old viewers asked me why I didn’t write about my daily life. I’m just looking for the right state. The last big chapter was written very compactly. I can feel it myself, just like I was in a hurry, and I was working non-stop.

So in this chapter, I want to loosen the tension a little bit. We will do enough to push the work forward, but we just don’t want Lao Liu to be so tired anymore.

Well, he has become a model worker after coming back. Even the young Justice Bao is not as busy as him.

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(End of this chapter)