Gou learns witchcraft in another world

Chapter 1 Unexpected Discovery

"There was a lot of dust on the windowsill, but no fingerprints were found. It looks like it hasn't been opened in a long time."

"The door was locked from the inside when we came in, and there were a lot of tables and chairs piled up in front of the door."

"There are no ventilation openings here that lead outside..."

"Mr. Stephen, are you sure you heard a gunshot coming from here half an hour ago, and then there was no further sound?"

In the dimly lit wooden apartment, Detective Luo Qiu stared at the landlord, Stephen, with a gloomy gaze.

The incident happened in this apartment half an hour ago.

A tenant who had been renting here for nearly six months ended his life.

The landlord immediately called the FBI for help.

When Luo Qiu and his colleagues arrived, they broke down the door and saw the apartment's tenant lying face down on the wooden floor with a hole in his chest, from which blood was seeping out and flowing more than a foot away.

Luo Qiu and the others discovered the tools used in the crime immediately.

The tenant held a revolver tightly in his right hand. He pushed the revolver open, and found that it was missing a bullet.

The problem is that, based on the condition of the bullet holes, anyone with a little experience can tell that the tenant was shot in the back.

If someone wants to commit suicide, they can't just shoot themselves in the back, can they?

Standing before Luo Qiu, the landlord, Stephen, who had made the phone call earlier, unconsciously swallowed hard as he looked at the detective in front of him.

He was just a small landlord with twelve apartments. Although in Chongqing, these assets would allow him to live quite comfortably, if this matter wasn't handled properly, it might not be as simple as just going bankrupt.

Consider the Bureau of Investigation's operating style...

Do they think they're the murderers?

"Sir... sir, I don't know the tenants here. It's just that today is rent collection day and I happened to be passing by."

"Besides, anyone who has rented my apartment knows I'm a very kind person. Even if they don't pay rent for three consecutive days, I'll just pack up their things and throw them out; I'll never deduct a single penny from their rent."

"Not to mention, this apartment is so far from the city center, the price can't be high. I only charged him nine hundred kroner, even though he told me before that his salary was two thousand four hundred kroner a month."

"Hmm, in that case, it seems Mr. Stephen really is unaware of what's going on here."

Luo Qiu seemed to believe Stephen's words. She waved her hand, finally letting the landlord go out to calm down.

The other party's statement will definitely need to be taken back to the investigation bureau for another copy, but it's clear that he has no more clues to provide.

After he left, Luo Qiu's partner, rookie agent Smith, finally looked up from examining the victim's wounds.

"Senior, this case is a bit strange. I just discovered that the deceased had quite a lot of Lanc on him, and even more Lanc was stored in the drawers in his room... more than four thousand. It doesn't make sense for someone to rob him if he had so much Lanc. Could it be murder? I suggest checking his network of relationships and asking his friends who he had grudges against."

"Is it possible he committed suicide?"

Listening to Smith's analysis, Detective Luo Qiu, who had just been behaving very professionally, now seemed indifferent.

He placed his hand on the stack of Rankines, tapped it twice, and subtly took half of it.

Then, he took the case notes from Smith's hands, glanced at them a couple of times, and wrote in the closing statement at the bottom:

The deceased was determined to have committed suicide by shooting himself.

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Luo Qiu has been an agent for ten years.

He was not originally from this world.

In his past life, he was a devoted fan of detective novels. After arriving in this world where technology was still at the level of the 1950s, as an agent, he also dreamed of becoming a master detective.

But reality is often cruel.

It wasn't suppression from superiors and colleagues; the truth is, these cases really had problems.

Over the years, he had seen bodies burned by flames, but the wooden floors beneath them only had slight scorch marks. There were also those who died from electrocution, but coincidentally, the area experienced a power outage that day.

With more experience, he gradually gained some understanding.

There's something wrong with this world.

Beneath the calm surface of the water, there must be something unknown to the public.

Unfortunately, over the years, he has neither awakened any cheat abilities nor made any major fortuitous discoveries.

Furthermore, because he spent many years investigating these matters, he didn't have much savings left. Now, when he wants to save up for a house, he still has to cut back on the money from these victims.

He felt that he was not far from falling into depravity.

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"No, Luo Qiu, this is dereliction of duty!"

Beside him, five seconds after Luo Qiu wrote down the verdict, rookie detective Smith finally snapped out of his shock.

He couldn't understand why Detective Law, who had acted so bravely when facing a murderer just two days ago, was behaving so strangely today.

His face flushed red instantly.

"How could you jump to such a conclusion... You must have been bewitched by the devil... I'm going to see the team leader and tell him about this! Also, I absolutely must investigate this case..."

Smith was so angry that he could barely speak, and before he could finish, he rushed out.

Luo Qiu did not stop the other party.

Smith's reaction was similar to his reaction when he first encountered this situation.

I remember my senior colleague hastily wrote the case report back then. He remained outwardly calm, but later found an opportunity to meet with the team leader. The team leader simply smiled and said he understood, but that actions must be based on evidence, and hoped he would persevere and find more evidence…

Yes, his current team leader is the senior agent who mentored him back then.

Thinking about it this way, Smith will probably have the same experience as him back then.

Shaking his head, Luo Qiu turned his attention back to the apartment.

He had only taken half of the stack of Rankines earlier, and now that his partner hadn't taken any, the remaining half naturally ended up in his arms as well.

But even after putting these things away and patting his chest to check their thickness, he still didn't feel entirely at ease.

Someone who can carry so many Ranks must have other things with them, right?

Take another look around.

This is an old-fashioned apartment.

In the living room, you can see the fireplace, which has been enclosed. This heating device, which was used in every household decades ago, is now rarely seen in new houses due to the widespread use of air conditioning and central heating.

They dug it open, but there was nothing hidden inside, only some charred marks from years of burning.

Looking down at the floor, the wooden floor is old and worn, with holes from insects and ants in some places. This is likely because the house has been rented out for years, and the tenants haven't maintained it as well as the homeowner.

When you step on certain areas, you can hear a very noticeable creaking sound.

Luo Qiu patiently walked over the floor for several minutes.

To his disappointment, he didn't hear the empty sound he was looking for; the tenants hadn't chosen to hide anything under the wooden floorboards.

At this point, Luo Qiu stopped.

He'd been in this room long enough; after receiving the call earlier, only he and his new partner had come. Now, the other colleagues responsible for handling the body should be arriving soon.

However, just as he was about to leave the room for some fresh air, he caught a glimpse of a light out of the corner of his eye as he passed by the tenant lying on the ground.

It wasn't the reflection of objects; the room was dimly lit, without even a sufficiently bright light source.

But beneath the tenant, in the cracks of the wooden planks, a point of light grew brighter and brighter.

Then, just as Luo Qiu began to find the light too bright, something clattered out of it.

It was a straight, black object, like a ceramic tile, but the next moment, it lit up, and several words even appeared on it:

"3 PM on March 12, 1861..."

It is the latest date.

Upon seeing this, Luo Qiu's eyes widened instantly.

"Hand...phone?"

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