"Before I say it, I have the right to refuse to answer, right?"

"Of course."

I'll answer quickly.

Ah~~It’s really...

I have spent too much time convincing this old man.

"I promise, I will only ask questions related to the case."

You want me to find the murderer quickly, but you don’t want to cooperate properly...

If you are not popular, you are not trusted~~

"Oh? Then let me confirm first. You have only taken over this murder case, right? No other tracking work?"

"...No."

"Hey, uncle, trust the detective more."

Even Ferrinold spoke up for me.

"Oh, why should I believe him? Just because the lord asked him to handle the case? Don't be kidding. Based on what he has done in the past, who knows whether he will use this opportunity to make a big fortune?"
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"How is that possible? Hey!"

"What private detective... you are clearly an information dealer. If it weren't for handling the case, I wouldn't let you go to the guest room."

"You——!"

Felinold seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He put up his hands and tried to stand up, but I held him back.

"Okay, okay~~ What are you arguing about? Mr. Wyatt is right. In fact, I have long thought that this shabby profession is no different from an intelligence dealer."

"Detective sir, why don't you..."

"Mr. Wyatt, you can refuse to answer any of my questions."

I signaled Ferrinold to stop with my eyes so that Mr. Wyatt could calm down.

"Hmph, did you hear that? You stinky gangster?"

Mr. Wyatt's tone was full of provocation.

"Of course you have the right to answer or not, but don't forget, the right to decide the murderer belongs to me."

It is not my purpose to just give in, it is to make the other party’s position clear.

"So what?"

"Actually... the officers in the police station are very busy, and they will have to wait a month at the earliest before they can start assisting me."

"Oh? I remember that the time limit given to you by the lord is two months, right?"

"Well, so I have to rely on myself almost half the time."

"...Even if you tell me this, don't expect me to sympathize with you, I will just think that you are bringing it upon yourself."

"No, no, no~~ What I mean is - I am currently responsible for the case alone. In other words, who the murderer is depends on my judgment."

"...Do you think I would believe such outrageous things?"

Of course I believe it.

Although Mr. Wyatt's tone is still strong, his momentum is obviously much weaker.

According to my experience, the older people are, the easier it is for them to follow others’ opinions about things they don’t understand.

What's more, I only added a little bit of lies to the many truths.

As we all know, the biggest victims of fraud are the elderly.

"Police officers can't have all the information, you see——"

I took out Manda's notebook and waved it in front of his eyes.

"This is the information about the attic that the trainee police officer who met you before gave me. As you can see, it is in my hand and not in the police station."

"..."

Mr. Wyatt was silent.

Having a monopoly on the information, he naturally has the greatest say in the identity of the murderer.

"Whoever I identify as the murderer must prove his innocence - this is my right... and coincidentally, I am good at producing 'evidence', and some people who are unwilling to cooperate with me in handling cases will

Maybe the suspicion will be raised.”

"How dare you do this?"

"I have the ability to do this without being discovered."

"You...don't you have any principles for handling cases?"

I felt Mr. Wyatt's anger, and his eyes were like a poisonous snake lurking in the corner of the fireplace.

"Oh, what are the principles for handling cases... Do intelligence dealers also need professional ethics?"

I glanced at him lightly.

After about ten seconds, the other party's eyes dropped slightly - the poisonous snake was dead.

It seems that he has figured it out.

"That's what I said~~ But I don't want to offend others for no reason. In fact, I just want to collect some information and leave the rest to the police officers - after all, my goal is not to find the real murderer but to get the reward.

Gold~~"

After confirming Mr. Wyatt's compromise, I turned to appease him.

"And I also believe in you. You will definitely tell the story of the incident on the day of the incident, right?"

"...I know it without you stressing it..."

"That's really great."

You're done.

I couldn't help but look proudly at Ferrinold, who was observing us the whole time, and at the same time I was glad that I had stopped the quarrel between him and Mr. Wyatt early.

If he had allowed his attack to continue, the situation would have only gotten worse.

Because this is exactly what Mr. Wyatt wants - to anger us with words and take the opportunity to find an excuse to kick us out.

From the disdain that appeared in his eyes from time to time, I guessed that this would happen.

Fortunately, I am not a young man who gets angry whenever I am ridiculed. This is not the first time I have encountered this kind of situation where I can distinguish the stakes as long as I calmly think about it.

I saw through it, Mr. Wyatt.

"Uncle, I have lived much longer than you, an old miser~~"

——I really want to say this proudly.

But I have the heart but not the courage~~

Beautiful.

Fortunately, I borrowed Manda's notebook in advance... It was really helpful. I'll have to thank her properly next time.

Finally, the plot can be officially advanced... No, it's time to enter the interrogation phase!

But... why do you feel a little tired before this even starts?

Let’s ask some simple questions first.

"Miss Schimmel...the deceased, when did she move into the attic?"

"It was probably more than a year ago, and I have moved in since then. I helped buy the furniture."

"Did she have any abnormalities before the incident?"

"Abnormal...no, not at all. Besides, she and I are just acquaintances and rarely communicate with each other. Even if there is anything abnormal about her, I wouldn't know."

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"Then does she have a servant or something?"

"No, she spends most of her time alone...Ah, occasionally she walks with Miss Xue."

"Oh? You know Xue."

"Well, Miss Xue always greets me every time she comes. She is a very polite person."

"Hey~~That's it..."

Does that person actually say hello to others... It's unimaginable.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Detective, could it be that the 'Miss Snow' you are talking about is the young lady from last time——"

"Shut up."

The words that shouldn't be heard were interrupted by me in time.

"By the way, Miss Xue also came to see Miss Schimmel that night."

"Did you see the two of them going upstairs together?"
To be continued...