Chapter 1289 – Stolen Goods
How to embed a corpse into a wall without damaging it might be a difficult problem for normal people, but it’s not a problem at all for a murderer. Shadow Magic can penetrate matter, and the Hand of Glory can do something similar.
“As for her starting to kill and hide bodies, it shows she’s starting to get scared, afraid that we’ll find her. And that attack of yours earlier did injure her severely, forcing her to kill to replace organs to save her life,” Sebastian analyzed again.
Indeed, my Destruction Ray usually lands a killing blow. The fact that she survived after being hit in the heart is quite impressive.
This doesn’t mean it’s rare to survive a shot to the heart. Many beings in this world don’t have their weakness in their heart. I’ve seen several monsters with multiple hearts, and even I can survive for a while with my head cut off if I’m prepared.
The key is that after being hit by my Destruction Ray, the Destructive Power would erode her body, eventually destroying other parts. This is the power of a Demon God, and it’s very difficult to resist.
The fact that the murderer survived and even cleared the Destructive Power that was eroding her wound indicates that all her organs were indeed blessed by a god, which blocked the erosion.
“As a result, we finally found her, only to miss again.” I stomped angrily on the bed beside me. We had gone to such great lengths, only to get this outcome.
“But she must have just fled. The carbon in the fireplace is still hot, and the bedding and cups haven’t been cleaned up. I even suspect she just discovered us and fled… Huh? What are you looking at?”
Sebastian trailed off, looking at me in confusion as I pulled a chest from under the bed. Opening it, I found it filled with gold, silver, and jewelry.
“What is this? Is it the treasure of this house’s original owner?” Lorna asked curiously, looking at the valuable items.
“It doesn’t seem like it. A family living in such a small house couldn’t afford such expensive gems and jewelry. Besides, these things are quite messy. If they were valuable, they wouldn’t be piled in a box like this. This is probably…” I thought of something.
“This should be the murderer’s stolen goods. The Murder Church encourages believers to take the belongings of their victims after killing them, but she left in too much of a hurry to take them,” Via said, having some understanding of the Murder Church.
This chest of stolen goods further proved from another angle that the murderer had left in a hurry, not even having time to take her spoils.
“That’s strange. The murderer only kills girls, right? But many of these treasures don’t look like they belong to a girl,” Sebastian said, rummaging through the chest.
Indeed, most of the treasures didn’t look like they belonged to a girl. There were some large diamond rings, lacquered seals with noble crests, and finely crafted fountain pens.
These items mostly seemed like valuable possessions that men would carry. However, that murderer only killed young girls, and usually didn’t break into houses to kill. This was an exception.
“Perhaps she killed more than just girls, but only took organs from girls. So, even if she killed others, if she didn’t take their organs, no one would know it was her, right?” I said casually.
“That would be troublesome. We don’t know how many homicides happen in Cando City every day. It would be impossible to determine how many cases the murderer has committed,” Sebastian said with a headache.
“We’ve alerted her this time. After escaping, the murderer will definitely be more cautious. And now she’s started hiding bodies, making it difficult to even track her by homicides.”
Indeed, our failure this time would make the task of capturing the murderer even more difficult, especially since Sebastian had made so many preparations, only for it to end in vain. It was no wonder Sebastian was so dejected.
Seeing Sebastian’s despondency, Via comforted him, “It’s not necessarily that she got these from killing people. Maybe she stole them. There are quite a few thieves in the Murder Church anyway.”
What was said carelessly, struck a chord. When I heard Via mention that they might have been stolen, a thought suddenly sparked in my mind.
It’s like saying you haven’t eaten pork, but you’ve seen pork cooked. Although I’ve never stolen anything myself, I’ve seen Older Brother Jayad steal many times, especially how he’d organize his loot when he got home.
The items in this chest, while valuable, weren’t the most precious things, like heirlooms. Those were usually larger and inconvenient to carry.
However, the items in this chest seemed like the kind of portable valuables people would carry around, such as rings, watches, and jewelry.
They were indeed likely stolen, and more like street-snatched items. This was a pattern I had summarized from Older Brother Jayad’s numerous stolen goods after spending a long time with him.
But logically speaking, such a powerful murderer shouldn’t be interested in such trivial wealth anymore. They weren’t magic artifacts or valuable artworks, so why would she still steal?
I thought of Older Brother Jayad again. When his urge to steal kicked in, he might steal insignificant little things from others just for the thrill, but those weren’t valuable; it was purely for fun, which is quite different from the murderer.
“Never mind, don’t disturb the scene. I’ll call the police to investigate and collect evidence. Although the murderer has likely left no traces, and even prophecy spells can’t track her, really!” Sebastian said with some annoyance.
Logically speaking, Sebastian used to strongly dislike using divination spells, like fortune-telling for case investigation, because he believed it would diminish the value of the investigation. Although they were often accurate, relying on them too much would leave him helpless if the spell failed.
But now, after repeated setbacks in his investigations and all his preparations coming to naught, he couldn’t help but feel a bit impatient, wishing that a prophecy spell could work at this moment.
But that was impossible. The Murder Church was skilled at covering their tracks, and Shadow Magic could conceal them. Coupled with that artifact that seemed to have a memory-erasing pen function, the murderer’s counter-reconnaissance skills were flawless, making even metaphysics helpless against her.
At this moment, I thought again that absolute flawlessness couldn’t exist. No matter how careful the murderer was, there should still be traces of her having lived here, as she had indeed lived in this hiding place for a period of time.
“Sherris, give me the External Brain. I need to analyze and think carefully,” I said to Sherris.
After connecting to the External Brain, I carefully examined every corner of this room, constantly analyzing, trying to find every clue and commit it to memory.
