Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Mori Yuesha raised her head, made a thoughtful movement with a flat face, and then nodded her chin: "So, doubt? Are there any scars on the body?"

The big-nosed sergeant stared at Sen Yuesha with an unfriendly expression.

"Ms. Atayal is a very gentle lady, although I only talked to her a few words..." Mori Yuesha made a sad expression and said, "If possible, I would like to see Ms. Atayal's body."

The brows of the brown-skinned sheriff stretched slightly: "It was burned, and all we found was a charred corpse. It was dealt with this morning."

That's it.

Mori Yuesha didn't ask what "handling" means. In this country ruled by religion, the status of women is already as low as dust.And the body of a well-known wealthy woman was casually 'disposed', and a little thought shows how many stories are stuffed in it.

The sheriff took two quick steps, bypassing Terrence who was trying to stop him, and stood in front of Sen Yuesha.

The girl raised her head, her cute big eyes could only see the man's chin.

"Tell me specifically, when she came here and when she left, and what books she read."

When inquiring, Evelyn happened to come in with a big bag and her brother pushing the door.The two of them might be talking about something interesting, Jonathan was making faces beside his sister, while Evelyn was trembling with laughter.

This is what the three policemen turned around with sullen faces.

Seeing the police, Jonathan subconsciously straightened his back, stuck his palms tightly to the trouser line and straightened his body.

Stand tall like a soldier who meets his superiors.

Evelyn ignored her brother. She put down the bag in her hand, looked at the sheriff suspiciously, and then at Terrence, who was winking.

"Excuse me……?"

So the steps are repeated again.

Take the ID, look at the photo of the deceased, ask the same question.

Evelyn couldn't remember clearly. All along, Sen Yuesha was in charge of receiving people—this girl seemed to like to communicate with people, sitting on the small sofa at the door and quietly looking at the people who read books.

And I usually bury my head in various documents and historical records, trying to find some possibility of existence between the lines.

Therefore, it is inevitable that some things will be overlooked.

Following Evelyn's eyes, the sheriff refocused on Mori Yuesha.

"Oh, it's true that Evelyn isn't in charge of that part. I can tell you about Thaya."

When Atayal was mentioned, Evelyn was startled. She was about to speak, but was interrupted by Sen Yuesha.

"Miss Taiya started to come to the library a week ago. Basically, before the opening of the library, she would wait at the door—occasionally, she would bring two sheets of bread, a small pot of sugar or honey, and last time I ate her The sweet sauce chicken nuggets made by myself are delicious..."

The sheriff of a certain age didn't want to hear Mori Yuesha talking about what she ate, but she saw the girl staring at herself with wet eyes, while chatting, she put her index finger on the corner of her mouth...

Well, if not much, hear her out.

"Come before the museum opens and leave after it closes. In terms of time, that's it. It lasted for a week until you and your colleagues arrived...that is, today."

Sen Yuesha touched the tip of her lips, her fingers pushed away her upper lip along the raised arc, and her eyes rolled around.

"When reading books... most of them are about geography."

"geography?"

The sheriff's dark and thick eyebrows were drawn together again.

"Are you sure it's geography?"

"That's right." Mori Yuesha nodded affirmatively, her feet started to move, and she led a group of people to the library.

"Let's take a look, Mr. Sheriff, I think you need these 'evidences', don't you?" Mori Yuesha took out the key, and with a 'click' sound, he opened the thick wooden door with the round vault.

A faint musty smell, accompanied by an extremely quiet space, the sunlight shoots down from the round glass windows, and there are dust floating in the light.

This is just an ordinary library, but some of the books in it are a little more valuable and have a certain age.Tall bookshelves are stacked neatly and surrounded by them.

"Geography...Geography..."

Sen Yuesha took out the book from the shortest place on the second shelf: "I finished reading it last time, but I didn't put it back where it was. I thought Miss Tai Ya would continue to read it today."

The sheriff took the handed book meaningfully: "We need to search."

"Oh." Mori Yuesha nodded half-understanding, and curator Terrence flinched aside, his innocent look very much like Jonathan's demeanor when he was caught by Mori Yuesha after every theft.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

In the quiet space, there are only the sound of breathing and the friction of paper when the pages of the book are turned.

It took at least half an hour before the sheriff closed the thick book, and several of his men also came back from other places in the museum.

They shook their heads cryptically at the sheriff.

"Mr. Terrence, and this... Miss."

Mori Yuesha was staring at a certain bookshelf in a daze, when the sheriff's gloomy voice suddenly interrupted her.

"what?"

"I want to ask, did Tai Ya give you... anything?"

"what?"

The sheriff put his hands together in a circle: "A box, a box."

His sharp eyes scanned the two of them.

"No, as I remember, she just asked me, 'Is there any book on geography?' Unfortunately, we only have this modern geography book here."

Mori Yuesha buttoned her green little nails and lowered her head: "The rest depends on history, Mr. Sheriff, understand? The geography of the earth will change with the changes of world history..."

The other party didn't want to listen to this plump noble girl who was not her age talking nonsense anymore. With a straight face, he nodded to Terrence, took a few steps back, and said to the four of them in unison:

"In the near future, you may be asked to take records at the police station. Please don't leave Cairo."

Terrence nodded quickly, "No problem, Mr. Sheriff, you know, I was born here since I was a child, and I am a local. Look, how many years have my museum been open?"

"We have nowhere to go, let alone leave this city. Please don't worry. Look at this girl, she doesn't know anything, and even after a year or two, she has to go back to school for further studies. You know the ones in the West? Place--"

The sheriff suddenly knew who Mori Yuesha's nagging came from, or who Terrence's nagging came from.

Chapter 211 Chapter 9 Moon Fog and Golden Eyeballs

"Damn! I don't care why that woman committed suicide!"

"Where's my box?!"

It was supposed to be the cleaning day today, but the servants were too scared to come in because of Mr. Sheikh.The room is filled with the smell of alcohol, the sweet red wine is sucked full by the thick carpet, and there will be a 'puff puff puff' sound when you step on it.

Mr. Xie He had disheveled hair, his chest hair was exposed from the opening of his shirt, and he stared at the man in front of him with an unkind expression.

The sheriff sat on the couch with a crumpled cigarette.

At night, next to the empty second-floor hall, the french door was opened, and the moonlight and evening wind came in, and the smell of wine hit the brown curtains.

"Mr. Xie He, I have sent people to find all the places Mrs. Atayal passed by. No, no!" The police chief was also a little impatient. A bigger abscess appeared on the top: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?"

"The body is full of traces of sadism. You want everyone to know that our Mr. Sheikh, who is kind, pious, loves giving, and devoted to his wife, a perfect man, is actually a sadist and a psychopath? "

"This is what you want?!"

"The wife couldn't bear the humiliation, committed suicide? And then lost your things?"

The sheriff rubbed his nose unhappily, accidentally touched the pustule, bared his teeth and let out a 'pooh', then picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a few sips.

"If it weren't for me..." The man put down the bottle, and when he raised his head, the big bag appeared to make his nose bigger: "If it wasn't for me having a little bit of power, Mr. Xie He, you would be the one to see it."

The sheriff burned Tai Ya's body under pressure, and used his power to silence the forensic doctor and his detectives, for which he also got a lot of money.

"That's your due, sir. I beg you to note that I am a sheriff."

The Sheikh sneered, put his legs on the table, and pushed the bottle of wine away with his foot: "Yes, Sheriff. So, you burned a body, and the deceased died by suicide. You blasphemed—"

"Who is that for?!"

boom!

wow.

There was a loud bang on the table and a glass was smashed.

"I paid the money!" the Sheikh bellowed.

"The money you gave is not enough for me to take my men to search half of Cairo City!! Sheikh, damn it, you bastard!"

"I don't care about these, I want my box!" Sheikh clasped his chest frantically, revealing red marks: "Do you know how much that box is worth?"

Sheriff 'Teng' stood up!

"I don't care how much it's worth." The man in police uniform was condescending, he opened his hand and nodded to Sheikh: "Let your little lover—is it called Afaf? Anyway, it's the one who has been in contact with Tai Ya Woman, let her come to the police station tomorrow and make a statement."

"I'm at the crux of the promotion, don't make trouble for me, Sheykh. That's your box, not mine."

"In my opinion, the things that can help you cover up Tai Ya are considered to be a deep relationship between us."

"Do you know how many scars and holes there are on her body?"

The two panting men glared at each other. After a while, Sheikh slowly sat upright from the sofa and stood up with his knees. Under the influence of alcohol, the man staggered.

"Come on, what you did..." said the drunken Mr. Sheikh, shaking his head, trying to find a leftover bottle from the carpet.

"Sheikh, you'd better not trouble me." The sheriff took a step back and straightened his collar. "After everyone's confession is submitted and the process is over, I will arrange for the forensic doctor to issue a suicide certificate, and then, please, give me the rest of the money."

"Also, you'd better stop telling me about the box."

The sheriff dodged the glass and empty bottles all over the floor, walked out of the living room quickly with a look of disgust on his face, met two anxious maids at the stairs, and let out another 'pooh'.

"The master you serve is a stinking piece of trash."

Cursing a few words as if venting, the two maids watched the man leave in a hurry, until the loud door was slammed again, and they looked at each other silently.

Without Mrs. Atayal, no one dared to go up.

——That was not a simple suffering. There have been many screams from the second floor over the years.

"Hush... go down first... Maybe he fell asleep..."

The moonlight became thicker from a pale white, and when a good show was over, Sen Yuesha's cheeks were covered with a layer of silver frost that shouldn't exist in this season.

The beautiful silver moon looks at the earth.

The girl sat on the eaves, with a few newspapers under her buttocks, took off her shoes, and hung barefoot on the balcony on the second floor.

"La la la..."