Enforcer Manual
Chapter 447: Detective Safron_1

Chapter 447: Chapter 447: Detective Safron_1

Professor Myles was dead.

Song Lan had found out where the incident took place, right in Professor Myles’ own residence. According to the teaching assistant, the professor had returned to his apartment alone after class. When he went to discuss the content of next week’s lecture with the professor that evening, he discovered the professor’s body.

"I think one of us must have the Jinx Star Physique."

"It’s not us, it’s you," Lu Xiang replied without hesitation. During Song Lan’s trip to the town, she had concluded using the control variable method: That week, the Law Enforcers department hadn’t encountered any answers; instead, a series of problems had emerged in the town.

She was certain that Song Lan was the one with the Detective Physique.

Song Lan was speechless.

In the face of ironclad facts, any rebuttal seemed pale and powerless.

After a brief silence, he finally said, "But this time, it’s Professor Myles who’s died. Don’t bottle it up if you have something to say. You can talk to me."

From Lu Xiang’s descriptions of Professor Myles, it was clear she had always held great respect for the elderly gentleman. Knowing about the professor’s death, he had already prepared to provide psychological counseling for Lu Xiang.

"Don’t worry about me, I’m fine," said Lu Xiang, in her ever calm tone, "Let’s go take a look at the professor’s residence."

As a Law Enforcer, what she could do for the professor was to find the killer and bring him to justice.

However, this thought was dispelled as soon as they arrived at the professor’s residence because the person responsible for the investigation had already reached a conclusion before their arrival.

Professor Myles had committed suicide.

There were no signs of struggle in the room, nor any signs of an encounter. That afternoon, the professor had just returned to his residence as usual, locked the door, and sat down at the desk facing the door.

The desk was piled with books related to the study of Psychic Abilities and the latest news in the field.

In the drawer to the right of the desk, there was an old-fashioned silencer pistol. It seemed that the professor did not want his act of suicide by swallowing a bullet to make too much noise.

The suicide note on the desk was stained with splattered blood and upon verification by the teaching assistant, it was indeed written by Professor Myles.

After examination, it appeared that the suicide note had been written a long time ago. From the content of the note, it was evident that Professor Myles had harbored thoughts of suicide for quite a while, having never been able to recover from the events of that year.

From the perspective of forensic science, the professor had a sufficient motive, with regret and self-reproach tormenting him over the years.

Aside from various news articles and research books, there was also a clear plastic basket filled with glass marbles on the desk. According to the teaching assistant, it was the professor’s habit to hold a glass marble in his hand and gaze at its patterns while contemplating problems.

After understanding the situation at the scene, Lu Xiang had also basically arrived at the conclusion of suicide.

But she did not share the most crucial deduction leading to the conclusion of suicide with Song Lan.

Just then, the "detective" responsible for investigating the case had finished searching the bedroom and came out.

"Lu Xiang, what a pity, I didn’t expect that we would ultimately meet in this way," said the newcomer.

He was a tall and thin man.

Dressed in a familiar vintage-style black trench coat and wearing a top hat, he looked like a famous detective who had stepped out of the medieval era at first glance.

The man’s left eye was fitted with an obvious mechanical eye. He was speaking to Lu Xiang, yet his mechanical eye was incessantly scanning Song Lan, emitting faint sounds of gears turning. He took a few steps forward and, smiling, extended his metallic right hand.

His body had undergone extensive Prosthesis Modification, but all the modifications looked like they were from the quality technology that was not yet mature two or three decades ago. Their distinctive feature was that they left very vivid marks on the human body, making them seem more like machines than bionic humans.

"Pleasure to meet you."

After greeting Lu Xiang, the man deliberately approached Song Lan, showing a great deal of curiosity, "I presume you are the renowned Mr. Holmes."

"Song Lan."

He corrected while shaking hands.

"Mr. Song Lan, I actually think it’s quite obvious from the scene."

Having greeted both, this unknown "medieval detective" strode purposefully to the desk, "According to the autopsy report, Professor Myles died at 6:13 p.m. today, less than 20 minutes after his class on Psychic Abilities ended. The surveillance videos during that time show that no one visited the deceased. At 9:31 p.m., the teaching assistant came to discuss the class content with the deceased and found his body.

"Besides the deceased’s long-term mental state and the various clues left at the scene, the testimonies from the apartment’s surveillance and security guards all corroborate that Professor Myles could no longer bear the torment in his heart and chose to end his life with a silenced pistol he had prepared in advance. It is worth mentioning that the guards of the apartment were artificial intelligence, so the possibility of them lying can be excluded... Given this, do either of you have a different opinion?"

"Not at the moment."

Lu Xiang said. This case seemed to have no gaps in motive or evidence, and any investigator arriving at the scene would reach the same conclusion.

"But why today?"

The teaching assistant with red, swollen eyes couldn’t help but ask. Professor Myles was the person he respected the most. To him, the professor was not just a superior but also his life’s mentor.

"Coincidence."

The "medieval detective" adjusted his bowler hat with his right hand clad in a black leather glove and said, "For someone with long-term psychological issues, he could choose to end his life on any given day. Whether or not he was stimulated by external factors or something triggered a painful memory, it doesn’t change the conclusion of suicide."

His words had an implication.

While addressing the assistant, his mechanical eye still rested on Song Lan, making it evident he had heard about the incident in the classroom.

"What a pity, not everyone has the courage to face their past."

This statement seemed to offer consolation to the assistant but also appeared to be meant for Song Lan.

"Since it’s ruled a suicide, there’s no need for the Law Enforcers to get involved."

Lu Xiang cut off the telepathic dialogue between the detective and Song Lan. She had recognized his identity from the insignia on his lapel pin, or rather, this man had never intended to hide his identity from the start.

But other than his affiliation, she knew nothing else about the man in front of her.

"Of course."

The man nodded and said, "This is my personal action, unrelated to the Enforcers. Now that a conclusion has been reached, I will be leaving shortly."

Incidents where people chose suicide due to an inability to face the past were not uncommon and naturally did not garner the attention of the Law Enforcers.

However, he was well aware that once the news of Professor Myles’ death spread, Lu Xiang would surely rush here at the earliest opportunity.

This case could serve as the perfect occasion for their meeting.

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself."

The "medieval detective" suddenly thought of something and just as he was about to walk past Lu Xiang and Song Lan, he stopped at the perfect moment.

With his voice intentionally lowered, one eye on Lu Xiang, his mechanical eye continued to persistently observe Song Lan’s reaction.

From the first moment they met, Song Lan realized he was incompatible with this man.

— "My name is Angla Safron; I’m a detective."

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