If you want to find someone along the row of footprints, it may be possible if you are in the jungle, after all, there are few other external factors involved.

But in Demingham, when the villa area was out of the villa area, there were residents coming and going everywhere, and the murderer's footprints would soon be stamped with the footprints of others.

However, this does not mean that the clues are cut off. There are so many people and eyes. This sentence is somewhat derogatory, but now it gives Donald the opportunity to continue tracing.

It is true that the murderer chose to assassinate very special. Most assassinations were chosen in the late night, but he chose breakfast time for some reason.

The breakfast for the Irving couple was between 7:30 and 8:00. However, when the murderer was over and he pulled away, the time had already reached nearly 8:30.

At this time, most shops in civilian areas have to open for a new day of business. The streets are filled with wage earners who are going to their respective companies or chambers of commerce.

After completing the assassination, the murderer may want to use the crowd to cover up his whereabouts, but Donald had the powder to track down and chased him here and knew his approximate figure, so there was a great chance of finding someone through some other channels.

For example, the gentleman sitting in the newspaper booth in front of him obviously had to sit here half an hour in advance in order to ensure that he could catch up with the first batch of office workers.

"He is about six feet tall, he is relatively thin, wearing a long gray windbreaker..."

The man in the newspaper booth frowned and kept his memories. He was surrounded by a small stove, a mechanical shell, and a little red coal could be seen in it. He was holding a bowl of corn soup in his hand, which had been warming on the top of the stove before.

"Oh, sorry, I happen to want to read a newspaper, Stephanie, I bought your one for you."

Realizing that the other party had been recalling it for a long time, Donald immediately realized that he had not expressed his words, put a shilling on the counter and took two of the latest newspapers.

"I remember that there is indeed such a person. I saw it from this small window when I was making a fire inside and sorting out newspapers. His walking posture was a bit strange. He always jumped around and turned around after two steps. I looked at it and thought it was a guy who ran out of the mental hospital. I looked at it because of curiosity."

Pointing to the glass window in front of his counter, Donald glanced at it. If it was a window that was pulled up before, it would be very hidden.

The murderer who just killed a viscountess became a guy who looked a little nervous in his eyes.

Donald raised his eyebrows and looked at Stephanie, each of them smiling.

"Where did others go?"

Stephanie took a step forward and handed the umbrella in her hand to Donald, then pushed him behind her and asked with the initiative.

The man who had leaned against a chair and crossed his legs immediately put down the soup bowl in his hand, straightened his back, and probably showed his figure.

"I saw him go there."

The newspaper booth is located at a fork in the road, and he refers to the road to the east.

"Did there anything else that impressed you except for the strange walking posture that person was walking?"

I didn't rush to leave. I finally found a witness, so I naturally had to ask carefully.

"The brim of his hat was pressed down very low, and I couldn't see his face clearly. By the way, he seemed to have stopped by that corner and threw something into the trash can."

This answer made the two of them speed up their pace to the trash can, which was actually an iron can with a half-covered lid.

"I don't need to reach out and dig it out, right? This... I won't do it anyway."

As a woman, let Stephanie reach into the trash can and search for clues about what it is, which can make her sick for many days.

"As a wizard, it's time for me to stand up at this time. Please help me watch the wind and don't let ordinary residents pay attention to this."

Put your hands in your pockets, control your mental power and pick out the top-level things in the trash can at an extremely fast speed, floating under the iron cover, to prevent scaring passers-by.

Putting aside some bags, fruit and melons, and some bamboo sticks, Donald finally found a crumpled piece of paper.

“Flower Hotel.”

This is a name written on the note. Donald looked at some other garbage one by one, and there was no noteworthy one. After a brief silence, he continued.

"Sterfanie, contact others and find a place, let them come over quickly."

While Stephanie used a communicator to contact others, Donald stopped a taxi on the side of the road and leaned against a shilling to find out the location of the Flower Hotel.

Just at the end of this street.

Sitting down at a cafe opposite the Flower Hotel, they were waiting for the rest of the Rose Squad to come. In order not to be suspicious, Donald began to read the newspaper.

The hot topics in newspapers in recent times are not unexpectedly airships.

"The test flight ceremony of the airship is next weekend...Wow, is this the airship?"

Looking at the pictures that occupied most of the newspaper's page, the contents were an airship that was still parked in a large factory.

This is a strange product that is different from the bloated balloon that Donald imagines is hanging below, which is somewhat similar to a train car.

On the contrary, the latest airship is undoubtedly very eye-catching.

Although its power source still comes from a streamlined balloon above, this part no longer accounts for two-thirds of the entire airship, but has reduced to one-third. Below it, it looks like the hull of a large ship. The collision angle in front looks like it has been transformed into a tourist attraction, with glass on both sides, and on both sides of the hull, there are two more jet structures that look a bit like the ship I was riding on before...

"It should be that recent newspapers have used it as a page. This is the airship that the people of Demingham are thinking about. As long as the test flight is successful, it will definitely become the iconic existence of Demingham in a very short period of time."

Stephanie was not interested in things like airships, but it was of far-reaching significance. Anyone who lives in Demingham would involuntarily pay attention to it.

In a few days it will appear overhead and cruise the entire Demingham. Then it will be true that you will bow your head and see it.

"Donald, Horn and the others are here."

After waiting for about ten minutes, he was not too far from the villa area. Horn and others arrived one after another, and the arrest naturally began directly.

Stephanie takes the lead.

That's right, she went first, but not for the fight, but to confirm whether the murderer was in the hotel.

"What should I do if there are other guests around the second floor, room 16?"

There are other guests in the hotel, which is a bit troublesome. If you start to take action later, it will be easy to get into trouble if you cause casualties to ordinary people.

"The second floor must be cleared first, otherwise it will not be able to exert any leverage. The previous method of the murderer when he killed someone proved that his melee ability was good. Once the fight started, it would be difficult to keep his hands."

Pence sat at the table behind Donald, facing the counter of the coffee house, but the discussion had nothing to do with coffee.

At this moment, someone from behind the counter of the coffee house looked up at them.

It seems to be strange why these guests clearly know each other but don’t sit together.

Soon he lowered his head again and saw no face.

"Clear the second floor...it's too difficult to implement, let the boss in the hotel shout it out alone? This behavior is too obvious. The murderer who dares to attack the Irving couple is absolutely not low. Any changes in the surrounding environment will attract his attention."

The discussion here continued, and he raised a finger and shook it. Boglo denied Pence's proposal.

"What should I do? I can't let that guy go just because I care about the lives of ordinary people."

"I suggest waiting, when he comes out, now he doesn't know that his hiding place has been exposed, and he always wants to come out..."

Boglo stopped halfway through the words, because a waiter next to him was walking over the counter with a few cups of coffee.

Donald turned his eyes to the newspaper on the table, and everyone remained silent, and some words were not suitable for ordinary people to hear.

"Sir, your coffee."

It was still bitter coffee, placed in front of Donald, the brewing temperature seemed a little high, and the heat kept rising up.

"Thank you...hehe, you guys are quite particular. You have to wear gloves when serving coffee?"

With his fingers passing through the cup ear, Donald noticed the waiter wearing gloves.

"This is to prevent the liquid from splashing, otherwise it will be more troublesome to wash."

Putting the coffee cup by cup in front of the other people, the waiter said with a smile.

Turning around and leaving, facing his back to the store door, his figure looked a little thin, nearly six feet tall...

Donald had been rude all the way, and he was already a little thirsty. He picked up the coffee and wanted to deliver it to his mouth.

The same was true for Boglo on the other side, his lips were already pursed on the edge of the cup, while the other people were thinking about how to arrest the prisoners in the Flower Hotel without raising their glasses.

Meow ~

Finger, who was lying on Donald's leg, suddenly screamed. Donald's hand stopped and looked down, and found that it was licking its paws with its tongue.

"Hungry? The waiter, come over with a milkshake."

Put down the coffee cup and call the waiter who has not yet returned to the back of the counter.

"Wait! Don't drink coffee, it's poisonous inside!"

Boglo, who has a toxic talent, can digest various venoms to convert them into poison gas for release.

Just now, he drank coffee into his stomach for only a few seconds, and his talent suddenly activated!

Before he finished speaking, all the eyes of the Rose Squad were already gathering on Boglo, and even Donald was a little confused.

Is coffee toxic?

"Who are you!"

Boglo turned around and looked at the waiter who had just walked a few steps, his hand resting on his waist.

"It's really troublesome. I didn't expect that there was a poison expert. It turns out that the strange adjustment bureau also likes this kind of trick?"

Cold voice.

Twist the clockwork with your fingers, three circles, no more or less.

Put the mechanical monkey on the table next to it.

Bang~bang~bang~bang~

The iron cymbals hit, making a crisp sound.

At this moment, a large amount of white mist suddenly rose from the waiter's body!
Chapter completed!