Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 137 - 94: Press F to Enter the Tank Directly_2

Chapter 137: Chapter 94: Press F to Enter the Tank Directly_2

"Wayne, your sense of aesthetics is too mundane. If you discard the artificial standards of beauty imposed on the public, that lady is quite excellent," Kell rebutted. "We are detectives, possessing a pair of eyes skilled at uncovering the hidden, try looking at that lady from a different perspective, she’s practically a work of art."

Wayne: (눈_눈)

Sorry, I just can’t help being common!

Wayne usually doesn’t criticize others’ tastes in aesthetics, after all, to each their own, but if someone were to attack his taste first, then sorry, today he had to make things clear.

Wayne opened his mouth, prepared words reached his lips then he swallowed them back down...

He tried, tried to see her from another angle, his fondness for Kell went through the roof, so handsome yet not liking beauties, Wayne needed such a brother!

"Kell, if you’re busy, I don’t mind waiting for you for ten minutes."

"Okay, I’ll be back in five minutes."

...

Seven minutes later, Kell came back to his seat looking refreshed and unsteadily ordered three glasses of milk.

Wayne was incredibly impressed; reality is not a game, there’s no pressing of the ’F’ key to jump straight into a tank. To walk back alive after being run over back and forth by tracks was enough to be considered strong and sturdy.

"How do you feel? Do you need to rest for a bit?"

Wayne turned off his sensitive sense of smell, facing a true brave, his heart held nothing but respect.

You must hang on, don’t ever get normalized by society!

"No need, let’s... talk about the case. I’ll... tell you the clues I have."

"But you’re still gasping for air, are you sure you’re okay?"

"No, no problem."

Kell gulped down a glass of milk and said, "We are already late. We couldn’t find useful clues in the study, even the body of the deceased has been cremated, the ashes scattered into the sea."

"If we want to crack this case, we must start from personal relationships, analyzing the murderer’s motive..."

Kell hadn’t found any evidence, but a detective’s intuition told him there was more to this suicide case than met the eye, digging deeper would yield unexpected findings.

"The deceased, Myron Bart, inherited the family business thirty years ago. He was very ruthless, in order to gain the whole estate, he brought down his two older brothers..."

Kell narrated the history of the deceased who made a fortune for himself and thereby inherited the estate.

"He hired a hitman to kill his two brothers and often bragged outside that his brothers were eager to commit suicide due to lack of money, so he kindly helped with the finances."

Wayne listened with his eyes wide open, learning anew, praying that Austin had never heard such outrageous boasting; otherwise, he would surely think he also longed for self-destruction.

"The reason the deceased was so brazen, often talking about this matter, boils down to lack of evidence. Without evidence, even the truth sounds like nonsense."

Kell’s breathing eased a lot, he continued, "Madam Marina’s background is very interesting, she might be the deceased’s niece, who became his wife for the sake of revenge."

It was a bolt from the blue, shocking Wayne so that he took a sip of juice to calm his nerves.

"The grudges of this family could fill several novels, everyone has a motive, the lady, the young master, the young miss, they all could be the murderer, including the maid in the study."

Kell lowered his voice, "One night, I saw her carrying a lamp to the study and secretly followed her. She might have sensed me and left directly past the study. The next day I asked her, she claimed to have somnambulism."

"Moreover, her temperament is very peculiar, keep an eye on her..."

"Besides this family, the deceased had many enemies in society, we can’t rule out the possibility of someone hiring a professional hitman..."

Speaking to the end, Kell looked into Wayne’s eyes, "Additionally, do you know about Magic?"

Wayne nodded calmly, Kell smiled slightly, "In the face of Magic, any place can become a secret room, the study backing onto a cliff doesn’t mean no one could sneak in."

"By what you’re saying, all the clues have been cut off, there’s no way to start investigating this case," Wayne frowned.

"No, there’s still a way."

Kell’s voice went even lower again, a mysterious, light smile on his face, "Right in front of you happens to be a Mage."

Wayne was surprised for a moment, forgive his dull eyes, but he truly hadn’t noticed.

"Using magic to solve a case, is like using magic to commit a crime, I personally am very averse to it, I admire high-IQ criminals more. They commit murders that are almost magical in operation and can be considered art," Kell praised.

Wayne rolled his eyes; this friend was a no-go, dangerous thoughts, might turn dark any day.

"I know an elegant female Mage in Lundan, she’s a believer of the Naturalism Church, gave me a magic tool, tonight I plan on picking a lone family member to start, and you’ll provide me with an alibi at that time."

Wayne: "..."

Elegant female Mage, believer of the Naturalism Church, Magic Tools, these words linked together, he immediately thought of Hefei and Veronica, but judging by Kell’s taste, his definition of elegance might not withstand Hefei and Veronica.

"So, you’re curious about who the murderer is too, right?"

Kell was confident, Wayne had been investigating in the manor’s study upon arrival without a moment’s rest, a detective like him, thirsty for knowledge, unable to refuse the temptation of the truth.

Wayne truly didn’t plan to refuse; to his shame, he was carrying two bottles of Magic Tools himself.

He updated his journal additional times, Veronica rewarded him with mushrooms, no emotions, all business, neither getting the better of the other.

"Kell, who are you planning to pick on tonight?"

"The maid, her somnambulism is too suspicious; even if she’s not the murderer, she must be hiding some secret."