Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 40 - 37 Earth Core Cult
40: Chapter 37 Earth Core Cult
40 -37 Earth Core Cult
Eating melons is a human instinct!
Gossip is etched into everyone’s genes, eating melons does not discriminate between the rich and the poor, nor does it distinguish between nations, professions, or social strata, from royals and nobles to common folk, everyone loves to eat melons.
Especially live melons, the fresh and hot kind, are the most attractive to onlookers.
There was a suicide at the hotel, a geology professor from Lundan poisoned himself in his room and left behind a suicide note.
The professor confessed to his woeful life, having done many wrongs to his friends and students, and hoped that his death would win everyone’s forgiveness.
Approaching noon, the accompanying assistant and students, getting no response from knocking, had the hotel owner break down the door, only to find the professor’s body and the suicide note.
It was just an ordinary suicide case, death by poison in a sealed room with a handwritten suicide note, which almost ruled out homicide.
When the police arrived, they confirmed the scene, went through the procedure, and the case was basically closed.
Coincidentally, a detective from Lundan, Wesley, was staying at the hotel.
He circled the scene and insisted that the professor had been “suicided.”
The perpetrator was an acquaintance, the killer among the assistant and students accompanying him.
Almost at the same time, Hood, the local detective from Enrold Town, arrived at the hotel to deliver an investigative report to the professor and also firmly believed the professor had been murdered.
Hood had met the professor a few times and described him as an arrogant and selfish old thing; the likelihood of such a person suddenly repenting and committing suicide to atone was extremely low.
Lacking a motive for suicide, if the professor had any remorse, he would have ended things himself long ago; there was no way he could have endured until now.
And so, the two detectives locked eyes.
Wesley was a rather famous detective from Lundan, in his thirties, with a decent reputation in the industry; Hood was a local detective from Enrold Town, nearing fifty, widely praised for his professionalism and experience.
Without exchanging a word, they both immediately started investigating, each wanting to solve the case and catch the real culprit before the other.
The crowd of onlookers was excited; they were not interested in the professor’s fate and were indifferent to who the murderer was.
They just wanted to know which of the two detectives would come out on top.
A dense crowd jammed the hotel entrance, waiting for the outcome.
As news spread, more and more townsfolk joined the throng of onlookers, completely blocking traffic and incidentally trapping Wayne’s car.
Hood, playing on his home turf, gained the support of ninety percent of the townspeople.
The betting odds were ridiculously high!
Hood had the townsfolk’s moral support, but when it came to money, they preferred to believe in Lord Lundan’s detective.
A detective who made a name for himself in Lundan was definitely more capable than our local detective!
What, you ask where the police were?
Some were dispersing traffic, some were setting up the betting, that’s just how plain and simple the police officers of Windsor Kingdom were.
The police chief was a lazy man.
Seeing Wesley and Hood duel at the scene, he simply decided to let them have their way.
He detained the assistant and students, waiting for the two detectives to do their job.
All for solving cases, why not let the detectives exert themselves when you’re getting paid full salary?
Of course, that wasn’t how one ought to phrase it, not by the book.
The police chief meant to give the victim the truth, and he would consider the suggestions provided by the two detectives during the case.
It should be mentioned that, with the progress of the times, even in Windsor Kingdom, detectives had no right to enter murder scenes.
Private detectives mainly operated in civil and commercial fields; once it involved criminal offenses, detectives pretty much had nothing to do with it.
Like Wayne’s previous assignment to investigate Dr.
Rayner and his wife, all the following and photographing was okay only because he wasn’t caught in the act, or else he would have faced a rough time.
This is Windsor, after all, where prisons are hardly short of gays; many people couldn’t figure it out, but once inside, everything connected.
Back to the matter at hand, Wayne squeezed through the three layers of onlookers inside and out, stealing the best spot in the front row, happily waiting for the two detectives to clash.
He saw the police chief and the two detectives, who were engaging in a reasoning duel, gathering together, just having stepped out of the crime scene, seemingly discussing something.
With the help of the enthusiastic crowd, Wayne learned who the two detectives were: Wesley, with his pale, beardless face, was a standard Windsor pretty boy; Hood, slightly overweight, sporting a pair of black mustaches.
The atmosphere on the scene was harmonious; to Wayne’s disappointment, the two detectives were not as fiercely passionate as he had imagined.
They were even exchanging opinions and sharing clues they had gathered.
“Tsk, how boring.
Anime really is all lies,” Wayne remarked dismissively, annoyed that the spectacle was too small.
Like Wayne, the townsfolk also expressed their discontent, stirring things up one by one, “Hood, you represent Enrold Town.
Show Lord Lundan what for, let him see the might of a country detective.”
“Hood, all my drink money for tonight is on the Lundan fellow; you better not win!”
“Don’t worry, Hood can’t crack the case.
His shoddy detective talents are no match for Lord Lundan; otherwise, he would’ve gone to make his fortune in Lundan long ago.”
“Hey, I take offense at that.
What about Lord Lundan, huh?
He’s human too.
I’m backing Hood; he’s the people’s choice.” Bored and idle, Wayne joined in on the taunting, engaging in a fiery exchange with a gentleman in a top hat standing next to him.
“Wesley is also the people’s choice in Lundan.
I’ve heard of him.
He’s been in the papers many times.
The Lundan police often appoints him to assist with cases,” the gentleman in the top hat casually remarked while holding a walking stick, his arm clutching a newspaper, showing disregard for Wayne’s comment.
“Say what you will, I’m from Lundan, and I’m a detective too, but I’ve never heard of Wesley, and he’s not in the papers either,” Wayne retorted.
“You don’t even know who Wesley is, and you have the gall to pretend to be a Lundan detective?
If you’re a detective, then I’ll eat this newspaper!” The gentleman in the top hat seemed to be a die-hard fan of Wesley and got excited after just a few words.
Facing such deceitful behavior, Wayne had yet to respond, and the onlookers found it amusing.
The news spread quickly, and the whole street buzzed with jubilation.
“Who’s dueling, and where?”
“I heard some pretty boy slept with the hat store owner’s wife…”
“Funny mud pee!”
“Damn it, who touched my butt?
Can’t you be gentler?”
“Crap, my wallet’s gone.”
“Fcuk you second uncle!”
The chaotic crowd severely disrupted the order, and soon attracted the displeasure of the chief of police, who shouted loudly, asking the onlookers to quiet down.
“Mister Wayne can’t stand those who boast,” yelled the man in the bowler hat.
“Chief, this gentleman is a detective, too.
Why not let him offer some suggestions?”
Another detective!
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A group of people turned to look at Wayne next to the man with the bowler hat, and Wayne’s two colleagues also cast their gazes, the chief of police paused slightly, then had an officer bring Wayne over to him.
“Sir, what is your name?”
“Wayne.”
“Mister Wayne, where are you from?
I haven’t seen you around Enrold Town,” said the chief, whose capabilities were average but not completely useless.
At the very least, he had a good memory and was familiar with every face in the small town.
If he’s unfamiliar, then he’s an outsider.
“From Lundan, vacationing in Enrold Town, and I’m temporarily staying over there,” Wayne gestured toward the direction of a villa.
The chief followed the direction Wayne had pointed to and a flash of insight crossed his eyes.
His tone immediately became respectful, “So you’re Mister Wayne, my apologies.
I’ve heard you’re also a detective?”
“A part-time detective.
I’ve opened a Detective Agency, just for fun,”
Wayne waved his hand dismissively.
With two professional peers and a bunch of officers on the scene, he didn’t want to get involved.
He had already just wandered and made a racket; after relieving his stress, it was time to go back to meditation.
Just then, the covered body of the professor was carried out, and the case was proving to be tricky; forensic experts had finished investigating the crime scene and were currently baffled, preparing to take several suspects back to the town’s police station for questioning.
Both detectives would also accompany them.
Solving cases typically works like this: whether it’s the police or detectives aiding in solving a case, nearly all cases are cracked in the office.
It’s very rare to catch a criminal on the spot at the crime scene through deduction.
Wayne glanced at the corpse, his gaze swept over the suspects and settled on a middle-aged man.
This man had a strong scent about him, tainted from head to toe with a lot of the professor’s smell…
The smell of the professor’s body!
Although the other suspects also carried the same smell, it was nowhere near as strong as that of the man, suggesting that the man had been alone with the professor’s body for a significant amount of time.
Wayne analyzed what he had just heard and deduced the source of the suspects’ smell to have come from their collective intrusion into the study, and as for the man…
Understood!
When they broke in, you were hiding behind the door, weren’t you?
No wonder your nose is so red.
Did it hurt when you bumped it?
You truly have nerves of steel, standing with the professor’s body all night.
Aren’t your legs numb?
Not scared the professor might have wanted a midnight chat?
Wayne identified the murderer, reasoned through the outcome, and whispered a few words to the chief of police before saying goodbye and catching a ride back to the villa.
If it were anyone else, who hadn’t even entered the crime scene but could identify the killer just by looking at their face, the chief of police would have scoffed and not believed a word.
But Wayne was different, his temporary residence was quite unusual.
Mister Lando made annual donations to the police station of Enrold Town under the name of social contribution, allowing the town’s officers to enjoy the same benefits as Lundan police officers.
Would a friend of their provider of bread and butter talk nonsense?
Certainly not!
Back at the police station, the chief of police started the interrogation himself, and the first words spoken turned the middle-aged man’s face pale.
“In addition to the professor’s body, another person was hiding in the room.
He poisoned the professor, left a suicide note, and hid behind the door waiting for others to break in, thereby setting up a false suicide scene.
Correct?”
“You don’t have to speak, but someone noticed that you were not wearing gloves—the wall behind the door might yield your fingerprints.”
The middle-aged man confessed; indeed, he was the killer.
The quick resolution of the case astonished both detectives, especially the local detective Hood, who had the look of someone who had seen a ghost.
WTF, is this really the good-for-nothing police chief I know, or has he been impersonated?
The chief, basking in self-importance for a while, explained to both detectives, “It was Mister Wayne who solved the case.
He identified the suspect at a glance and deduced the course of the case.”
“…”x2
Just one look, how is that possible.
x2
“Wesley, you’re a Lundan detective, so surely you’ve heard of his name, haven’t you?”
Wesley: “…”
No, it’s the first time he’s heard the name of this fellow detective.
The two detectives exchanged glances, both developing an interest in Wayne.
After leaving the station, Hood suggested, “Wesley, shall we extend him an invitation?”
“We can give it a try,” Wesley nodded.
He had been tracking the Earth Core Cult for a long time, and just as he’d touched upon a clue, the knowledgeable professor was poisoned and killed.
