The two safely arrived at the police station, and nothing else happened on the way.
Probably because Igris’s appearance when beating back the flames was quite frightening, causing no blind anomaly to want to approach her again.
And walking into the police station, Igris also saw an acquaintance.
“Mr. Derrien?”
“Oh, what a coincidence, Miss Igris, you came too.”
Derrien sat on a chair, still holding the unlit pipe in his mouth.
He said he was very surprised, but in reality he seemed to have foreseen Igris’s arrival.
“So what is the situation? Can you explain it to me?”
Igris was not surprised that Derrien was here.
After all, he was first her boss, and second, when Chrisuna disappeared, he was also the first person to discover it.
Pasa had also mentioned Derrien’s matter earlier.
“Very simple. Chrisuna’s disappearance is not simple, and you are the prime suspect. Even though we know you could not possibly be the killer, we need your help.”
Just then, another female officer walked over, casually tossed a stack of documents onto the table before Igris, and extended her hand to her.
“First meeting. My name is Ling, Special Task Force operative.”
Igris did not answer, nor did she shake hands.
Instead, she turned her head to look at Pasa.
“Are you very short-staffed? Or is there something about me worth noting that makes you particularly value me, specifically using this kind of framing method to drag me into this?”
“Watch your wording, miss. You are still the prime suspect in this disappearance case. There is no so-called framing.”
The female officer who called herself Ling tapped the table and reminded Igris in a less than friendly tone.
“And who is this aunt?”
“Aunt… Aunt…?!” Ling, who had at least maintained some politeness just now, instantly flared up, but Pasa beside her cut in first.
“Special Task Force Intelligence Division operative, Ling. She is skilled at the collection and organization of intelligence. Those documents before you are all the relevant intelligence about Chrisuna during this period.”
Afterward, he casually glanced at Ling behind him and pretended to say casually in a low voice.
“Do not call her aunt. Even though she is already 26, she still cares very much about this.”
“I am only 25! I have not had my birthday yet!”
Unfortunately, the intelligence operative’s ears were very useful.
Even Pasa’s deliberately lowered voice was heard.
“All right, officers, I came here according to your request to cooperate with the investigation, but you are now telling me that in reality I was only dragged here under the identity of a suspect to help you solve the case? I probably have the right to refuse, right.” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Igris was very resistant to this, because she did not like being forced by others to do things, especially using her freedom as a bargaining chip.
“Do not worry, Miss Igris. This is precisely the reason I am here. We have taken this commission.” Derrien spoke at this moment, smiling as he interrupted Igris’s protest, no one knowing what he was thinking.
“Mr. Detective, forgive my bluntness, but this is not a good idea.”
“We will pay.” Ling spoke lightly at this moment, and added.
“Ten gold notes.”
“Let us talk about the intelligence matter.” Igris pretended to be relaxed as she picked up the paper documents before her and very dutifully entered reading mode.
She was very short of money, so you could not threaten her, but you could lure her with profit.
No one would not wish to have too much money.
Igris was no exception.
She even always felt her money was not enough to spend.
“…According to our investigation, Chrisuna’s flower shop has been open here for three months. During this period, she commissioned Derrien Detective with one request.”
Ling looked toward Derrien, and Derrien also took over the topic and continued.
“Miss Chrisuna once told me that a strange old man often appeared at the flower shop entrance. His clothes were tattered, his whole body dirty. He often appeared near the flower shop in the square, and only watched from afar, yet refused to enter. Talking to him would also make him run away, and no response could be obtained. I took this commission and launched an investigation into this man, ultimately discovering that he was the father of the previous owner of this flower shop, but because of memory decline and mental illness and other reasons, he mistakenly believed that it was still his son’s home. Appearing there every day was only to look for his son.”
Speaking of this, Pasa also continued to add.
“Ultimately, after our search, we discovered that his son had already left this city, and intentionally abandoned him, not planning to fulfill the obligation of support. This old man lived every day on rotten food from trash cans. At present, he has been sent to a welfare home, and is expected to be euthanized in one year.”
Because of mental illness, being abandoned by his own child was actually entirely foreseeable.
Most families would not have the awareness to treat mental illness, nor would they have the funds.
In addition, he was already very old, so even if sent to a welfare home, illness and physical problems could not be nursed back to health.
Carrying out euthanasia as soon as possible was the best method.
“Besides that, because Miss Chrisuna has a pretty appearance, people often go to her flower shop to stroll around, but according to what we know, the number of people who actually spent money to buy flowers was instead not very large. In addition, Chrisuna’s personality is gentle, and she almost never has conflicts with others, so the possibility of an enemy making a move is also very low. Most worth mentioning is that Chrisuna’s identity is not simple. Her father is a famous painter, who once became a very famous wealthy man through a painting called City of Sea and Sky. This shop was a gift he bought and gave to Chrisuna personally, but he himself is not in this city, so he also does not know Chrisuna’s current specific situation.”
“Why not tell him?” Igris tapped the table and said with a serious face, “A wealthy great painter with connections never lacks helpers. Or rather, do you plan to conceal it to avoid being implicated, even though Chrisuna may very well be in danger?”
“Use your brain and think. If it really is because of our concealment that Chrisuna falls into danger or even loses her life, do you think the consequences we suffer will be lighter than telling him directly?” Pasa unhesitatingly scolded Igris for talking nonsense, but Igris was already used to it and only planned to find a chance to fiercely get back at him.
“So why not tell him?” Igris asked again.
“It is not that we do not want to notify him, but his current situation is also not optimistic. Because of mental problems, he is now receiving treatment at a specialized institution. Any stimulation may worsen his condition, so he is currently in a fully sealed state. Our people have no way to notify him of the news.” Ling explained very patiently, but Igris only snorted coldly, not knowing what she had thought of, and for some reason felt somewhat like laughing. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
Rich people more or less all have some mental problems.
Does that sound absurd?
But it would not hurt to think about why these people are rich in the first place.
“…Chrisuna believes in a religion?”
Looking at the documents in her hand, Igris noticed the content recorded on them and looked somewhat curiously toward Ling.
“She does not believe in God, nor does she believe in Jesus. This city also has no church she could go to worship.”
“So she is a heretic. What about the specific content?”
Ling shook her head.
“There is no detailed record. She did not talk much about this faith. What can be roughly understood is that this faith largely originated from the inheritance of family atmosphere, that is, from her father. But unfortunately, we also have no ability to contact her father.”
Igris nodded thoughtfully, but her gaze could never leave the document in her hand that recorded this information, as if it had possessed some kind of magic and was constantly attracting Igris’s line of sight.
Slowly, she felt the black text on the document in her hand begin to swim.
They walked around everywhere like irregular lines, wandering back and forth, making one feel annoyed.
But the next moment, the black lines suddenly became neat and uniform, arranged as if aligned, and slowly froze on the paper into a string of characters.
Faith, church, invitation.
“…Invitation.” Igris’s vision suddenly became clear, and everything before her eyes just now disappeared.
“Is today some special day?”
Igris looked toward Ling again.
Ling, who clearly noticed the change in Igris’s tone, thought for a moment and slightly frowned.
“…Today…”
“Today is Flower Leaf Festival.”
Pasa answered Igris’s question and explained.
“This is a festival unique to this city, a custom other cities do not have. Various plant enthusiasts gather together and bring out their best results to exchange and compare with like-minded people.”
“If there is any festival Chrisuna would be interested in, then the most likely one is Flower Leaf Festival.”
Ling also felt it made a lot of sense, but they had not failed to think of this aspect.
“Unfortunately, according to our investigation, the Flower Leaf Festival activities had already ended by noon, and according to the people present, they did not discover Chrisuna there.”
Pasa poured a basin of cold water, which also made this clue itself become even more uncertain, and the case became even more confusing.