Mystery: The Stars Returner

Hey!

Hasta's eyelids twitched twice, his blood flowed faster, and his heart beat rapidly.

He really didn't expect that Bud's head would appear in front of him in such a bizarre way!

Who killed Bard and threw his head to him?

Hastur's thoughts were racing in his mind, and he held his cane tightly, with great vigilance.

Is he really dead?

Is this head really Bard's head?

Thinking of this, Hastur drew out the sword in his staff and pierced the eye of the head with the sword to confirm whether he was really dead.

At the same time, he turned on his spiritual vision and scanned the surroundings. He found nothing strange, which made him feel relieved.

He stepped forward and flattened the note with the tip of his sword.

"A friendly gift." A big letter A was written at the end of the signature.

"Mr. A..."

The expression on Hastur's face became strange.

This kind of behavior is indeed in line with his understanding of Mr. A as a lunatic.

Who in their right mind would give a bloody head to show kindness?

And it’s still in the middle of the night!

This magical brain circuit is truly worthy of the crazy beauties from the Aurora Society!

"What exactly does he want to do?"

Hasta thought a lot, but it was difficult to figure out what Mr. A’s purpose was.

After all, he is not a madman, and it is difficult to be on the same page as a madman.

Judging from the current situation, Mr. A seems to be showing favor to himself?

Does he really want to join the Aurora Society?

Or is there some characteristic in him that deserves his attention?

"Could it be that when Earl Richard held a ceremony last time, he appeared there because he wanted to protect himself?"

Another terrible thought came to Hastur's mind.

According to Mr. A's level of madness, if he really wanted to take action, he would never give up because he was afraid of Miss Sharon.

He really didn't want to take action that night, so he and Miss Sharon could always get along peacefully.

Hastur frowned slightly, and the more he thought about it, the weirder he felt.

Is Mr. A's behavior simply the behavior of a lunatic, or does it have a deeper meaning?

Can't figure it out.

Hastur sighed, put away his messy thoughts, and looked at the head in front of him with a headache.

Mr. A killed Bud, no matter what the reason, it was a good thing for him, but Mr. A wanted to send this head to him!

What can he do?

It’s impossible to pretend that nothing happened, right?

After thinking for a while, Hastur destroyed the small piece of paper, called Butler Neil and others in panic, pointed to the head on the table, briefly explained what had just happened, and asked them to go to the police station to call the police.

Pretending that nothing happened would be the easiest option, but he was a noble and had a clean fortune. Facing such a ridiculous thing, calling the police was the most normal option.

In addition, the Nighthawks have been watching here. Although they don't know where they were led by Mr. A, they will definitely come back to investigate afterwards.

He couldn't show anything too unusual.

The police were called, and it was Sergeant Reed who came.

He simply asked a few questions, took notes, and then asked the accompanying police officers to leave the room first, leaving him alone with Hastur.

"The murderer who secretly sent the head is most likely trying to intimidate you through this crazy behavior. You need police protection recently."

"Well, you're right, I do need protection, this was a really bad night."

"Carefully think about what happened during this period and see if there is any grudge against anyone."

"I don't think so. I rarely go out, let alone make grudges with others."

Hastur did not tell anything about Mr. A. He was going to wait until the night watcher fell asleep to explain everything.

Only the truth and lies can deceive those night watchers.

Sometimes, appropriate deception is to better win people's trust.

After Chief Reed understood everything, he asked the two police officers to stay and placed several hidden sentries around the house.

At three or four o'clock in the night, Hastur was sleeping.

Suddenly, I felt that a figure appeared in my sleep.

He was wearing a black trench coat and was about 1.75 meters tall. His face was blurred and his facial features could not be clearly seen.

The Nighthawks are coming!

Hastur suddenly woke up, but he quickly put on a confused and confused look.

Peter walked over slowly, transformed into a sofa and a seat, and raised his hand to signal Hastur to sit down.

Hastur walked to the sofa and sat down blankly. Peter was startled for a moment. He clearly invited him to sit on that chair, and the sofa was reserved for him.

"Baron Hastur Campbell, I want to ask you a few things. I hope you can answer truthfully and don't be deceptive."

Hastur just nodded blankly.

Peter sat on the chair and spoke calmly, "How did you find out that Dean Bard is a demon?"

"I once came into contact with some extraordinary knowledge, and I know that demons like to use human sacrifices... There are so many children dead there, what else can he be if he is not a demon!"

Peter raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What I want to ask is how did you find out that Dean Bard had a problem?"

"I have never trusted him. Dean Dahn is stupid and greedy for money. He cannot be a cunning devil. Only Vice Dean Bard, who likes to pretend to be a good guy, best fits the description of a devil."

When Hasta said this, he paused, smiled blankly and said, "Actually, I'm not sure if he is a demon, but I think you should have a way to identify his true identity."

Is this using our Nighthawks team as a tester?

It is really in line with the consistent style of the nobles.

Peter went on to ask, "What exactly happened tonight?"

"I was sleeping. I didn't know who opened the window and threw a big box into the house. Inside the big box was a head, Bud's head. I was very scared and asked Butler Neil and others to go to the police station to call the police."

"Did you lie about anything in this matter?"

"Yes, there was originally a small note on the big box. I didn't want to ruin the small note by causing trouble."

"What's on the note?"

"This is a gift, signed with an A."

Peter suddenly became more vigilant, "A word? Do you know who the other party is?"

"I once saw a special party. The organizer of the party was called Mr. A. I thought it might be him."

"Why did Mr. A give you this gift?"

"do not know."

Hastur showed a puzzled expression. He had no idea what Mr. A’s purpose was.

"Why did you hide the note when you called the police?"

"I'm afraid of getting into trouble. It's better to do less than to do more."

Peter then asked a few more questions, and Hastur tried his best to cooperate with him in completing this interview.