The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"I thought you would put a gun in his mouth and force him to cooperate."

Leaving the police station, Ashley asked with some doubts.

"It's not necessary. Now is a critical period. I don't want to make it difficult for the captain because of the trouble here."

For the Demon Hunters, Bennett's death has created a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but at this time they have to be more cautious.

It may be nothing on weekdays, but if the Oracle Church seizes the opportunity, then the good situation created before is likely to be in vain.

"Now, do you plan to go back just after you've received the money?" Ashley smiled, "I'm afraid the sheriff won't let you go easily in the next investigation report."

"So what? I borrowed the money, and I didn't say I wouldn't pay it back." Sigmund was righteous.

"Of course it's impossible to go back just like this. This is my first time performing a mission, so I need to be more successful."

"You can follow Corden after you separate for a while, I'll investigate around, and feel free to contact me if you have any questions."

"Ok."

Ashley nodded. She carried a pen on her body. Through this magical and extraordinary item, the two could exchange information anytime, anywhere.

The sea breeze was blowing on his face, Sigmon found a carriage, and it didn't take long to come to the shanty area in the west of the island.

This matter is a bit strange. It was Gwen Town who applied for support, and now they are the ones who gave up support. Sigmon knew that something must have happened in the middle.

In fact, he can ignore it now and go straight up the mountain to find Will, but this is a bit too reckless, and let's not talk about the possible dangers.

The terrain here is low-lying, and the buildings look dilapidated. It is not as prosperous as the center of the town. After stopping and asking a few passers-by, Sigmon arrived at the destination.

In front of them was a row of wooden huts of fishermen, and next to the wooden tubs at the entrance, two children, one big and one small, were washing the clothes in the tubs.

See Sigmon approaching. The older boy raised his head sharply.

"Who are you looking for?!"

"Is this Dam's house, um, what about the adults in your family?" It was the family of one of the deceased that Sigmon visited.

Dam Roslyn.

"Go away and stay away from my mother!"

Hearing Sigmund's question, the boy stood up abruptly, grabbing a wooden stick beside him and waving it with fangs and claws.

"Go away, you dirty bastard!"

"Who's here?"

With a creak, the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and a haggard-faced woman came out.

Immediately seeing the situation on the field, she couldn't help shouting: "Come back, Colin!"

"You are not allowed to come near my mother!"

The boy was still shouting loudly, looking at Sigmon with hatred in his eyes.

At this time, Sigmund also saw the mess in the room through the open wooden door.

"It's your first time here, I haven't seen you before." The woman pulled her hair together, surprised at Sigmon's handsomeness and decency.

"come in!"

"Wait a minute."

Sigmund interrupted the woman's next movement by raising his hand, and he took out his badge from his pocket.

"I'm a police officer, and I have a few questions I'd like to ask about your husband's death."

"I'm sorry sir, I don't know you." The woman looked embarrassed. She seemed to open her mouth to invite Sigmon into the room, but when she turned around and noticed the mess in the room, she changed her mind instantly.

"Go to the beach over there."

Sigmund said kindly.

Her husband is dead, and a woman with little energy wants to support herself and two children, which is not an easy task in modern society, let alone here.

At this time, Sigmund also understood the boy's hatred for him. His age was not too young, and he could understand some things.

No boy can endure his mother being humiliated, even if he is forced to make a living.

"Look at my sister, I'll go out with this police officer."

The woman entered the house and put on a coat and a hemp skirt around her lower body. The wind was strong at the seaside, and there was nothing under her overskirt.

After instructing a few words, the woman cautiously walked to Sigmon's side.

She is very uncomfortable.

The trench coat and top hat on Sigmon's body made her feel the oppression of the class.

From the beginning to the end, the women tried to keep a distance of more than two meters. From the messy remarks of the other party, Sigmon also roughly clarified some ideas.

"You mean that there was no grudge between you, just an ordinary quarrel in the tavern, and that Will killed your husband and his companions?"

"Yes sir, a lot of people in the pub then saw that my husband drank too much and spattered on him when he vomited and then they got into an argument."

"And then he killed them."

The woman lowered her head, with no fear on her face, she was numb as if she was telling a story of a stranger.

Perhaps for her, living is the hardest thing.

"Did you know anything about this Will before?"

The woman shook her head, "I used to go out to sea a lot, and I could see him occasionally, but it seems like two months ago, he sold the fishing boat and went to work on the pier."

"And then I don't know."

Two months ago ~www.novelmt.com~ Sigmund wrote down this time. Although the woman's description was messy, he also gained a lot of information.

It's not a friction, it's a kill, like a wolf that happens to bump into two rabbits that have intruded into its territory.

During the whole process, Will was very calm. Even after brutally killing the two fishermen, he was still in the mood to wash off the blood stains on his hands, sat down and drank the beer in the glass, and then left with a big swagger.

This is beyond the scope of ordinary criminals.

If this guy is not a lunatic, he is very likely to be a superhuman.

And it is clear that either his contract path is very evil, or his mental state is very unstable.

He had a vague guess, but needed more information.

"Change your way of life, for your children." Sigmon left a little money before leaving.

This money is not enough to completely change the life of the family, but it can get them out of the abyss of falling.

The Kingdom of Elam is already a country with an extremely developed economy, but even so, there are still a large number of poor people at the bottom.

This is the sadness of the times.

Leaving the beach, Sigmon took out a pen and wrote his guesses on a piece of paper.

It didn't take long for him to receive a message from Ashley.

"They found Will's whereabouts. Judging from the information in the conversation, this Will seems to have found a treasure hidden on the island, which is of great value."

It turned out to be so.

Sigmund smiled, obviously the sheriff was worried that he had joined in and took their treasure.

After eating a little something, Sigmon took a carriage across most of the island and came to a dense residential area.

He needed to question several wounded police officers so he could figure out what was going on in the woods.