Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 412 Chapter 412 Inquiry

It gave enough illumination to Tom so he could start his investigation and collect evidence for the crime.

Tom hung the lantern in his hand and walked inside the main lobby, which was filled with several boxes. They were scattered randomed, and the smell was coming from one of those boxes.

Reluctantly, he checked the boxes and noticed that the criminal was hiding under one of them. It was a pre-planned, well-executed strategy to kill Nexus. When the victim entered the crime scene, the murderer attacked him in surprise, with the instinct of killing the victim.

Tom took out a bag and put a few items from the box inside the bag for forensic study through magic. It would surely help in finding more clues about the case.

The evidence he collected could be enough, but he went ahead inside the building to find more clues in the case. Anything over eyed could be dangerous and as sensitive as this case was, he cannot leave the option of mistakes.

Walking up to the terrace of the building, he noticed the door with the terrace was open due to some inexplicable reason. He got a deep frown on his face when he noticed some traces on the roof.

His gaze narrowed at the traces and leaned forward to check the traces clearly from a better angle.

Then he found footmarks of random shoes and it gave him confusion at the moment. Other investigators must have left it without noticing it and they dropped the investigation by overlooking the clues present in front of their eyes.

This negligence led to a lack of evidence in the case, thus making it complicated.

Those traces on the roof and the presence of footprints on the marble indicated the presence of another person at the crime scene.

This person would be a helper of Nexus or an observer, or someone who wanted to see the victim dying in a painful death.

Tom came to the conclusion that this case wasn't simple at all. He had to go deeper to find out the truth.

It wasn't the fault of other investigators who did not find out about this other person in the building because whoever that person was; he didn't want to show up at the scene, at least till the time the victim was dead.

He went to check further spots so nothing could be left behind, but found the building in ruins with mold sticking on the walls, paint falling off the roof. Hoping the evidence he collected to be helpful. Tom left the building and came out. Finally, he let out a sigh after holding his breath in intervals to stop the poisonous smell getting into his lungs.

Tom walked away from the building and looked for places nearby, around the building to seek people living around the place. His intention was to get information about the criminal. Surely, the criminal must have run away after attacking the victim. He had been spotted by any of them, and fetching his details would make a lot of things easier to identify them.

There was only one exit and one entrance in this building, which meant the murderer had used one of them to escape. So, he went straight on the entrance pathway and went to the local shops around the place, asking for information about him.

"Hello, I am a police officer. I am looking for a man who attacked a man a couple of days ago in this building. Did you happen to see him?" Tom asked an owner of the local shop, who shook his head and replied.

"Good evening, Officer, but I haven't seen any man that night. Moreover, I don't stay in my shop at that hour. I am afraid I could help you with this." The shop owner got busy with his work and Tom left quickly.

He lit another cigarette in the corner and puffed to calm down his pooping nerves. Putting an end to the used cigarette and littering it in the trash, Tom walked to the road leading to the exit from the building, but there wasn't any shop around the place that seemed desolated. His instinct screamed the attacker had used this road to escape safely.

Su ddenly, he bumped into an old woman who lived there. Tom considered asking the woman about the criminal he was looking for.

"Excuse me, Mam. I am a police officer and I am looking for a man I saw a couple of days ago. He ran after attacking a person, injuring him. Have you seen him? Or saw someone leaving this way hastily? Your little help can contribute to solving a difficult case." Tom tried convincing the woman to give him relevant information.

The old lady appeared concerned about being confronted by a police officer and she seemed to be anxious.

Tom noticed the old lady getting uncomfortable by his presence. He took a few steps back and maintained a distance to calm the lady down. At first she was hesitant to speak, but she gave a little information to him.

"I don't know if he was a criminal or not, but I saw a man running on that way. He seemed in a hurry." She pointed in the direction and Tom took notes.

"Thank you for your generous help, mam." Tom greeted the old lady and walked in the direction she guided him and saw a man running awkwardly. There was a possibility it might be the attacker.

After walking a few minutes on the same road, Tom encountered puddles and potholes in the road. The construction was done poorly.

Now the road had become graveled, Tom noticed puddy footprints and surveyed the area around.

There wasn't any single soul in sight. He was scared too, but the work was important. Solving this case as soon as possible would leave a window to find about his friend Charlie.

At first, the muddy footprints seemed normal and Tom didn't give much attention, but one of them was clearer than others. Tom's shoes do get covered in mud as well. When he noticed his footprints in the mud, the other footprints were found to be similar to the new ones.

Tom looked closer at the prints and compared the print with his boots, assuming they were police boots. A realization dawned upon him.

Matching the footprints of shoes with his, made him doubt that someone from the police department was either helping the criminal or the man himself was the criminal. An unknown terror flashed across his face when his mind wandered at the thought of a spy in the police department.

There were a few higher chances of someone from the organization helping a criminal or the criminal himself working as a spy in the department. The case was now getting further complicated. Lack of evidence, no solid proof, or baseless clues which lead nowhere, this case had become a mystery in itself.

Not only Tom got concerned about being a victim in such a conspiracy, but the chances of someone known to be turned out as a criminal increased. His headache was bad, and he badly carved a bitter liquid to gulp down the frustration he got now.