Not far from Antiha's residence, crossing the open streets, behind the flat meadows is a small blue lake. The frontline executive drowned in the lake water that was not as good as the kid's knees.

The body had been removed, and the scene was marked by the first investigators, leaving some gendarmerie guards. Antiha's struggle made the grass mess. The investigators marked his footprints, with traces of his toes on several soft mud fields.

"But there is no footprint behind him," Miss Ranger pointed to the waterside. "Look at the position where he fell. If someone pressed him or stepped on his back, there should be obvious footprints nearby."

Halandil turned his sight and did not see anyone else's footprints there. The dead elves tiptoed here late at night, buried themselves in the water, and drowned themselves in desperate struggles.

This is almost impossible, neither the investigator nor Halandil believed it. There are many incredible powers in this world with mysterious powers.

Halandil said: "He escaped from his residence and fled all the way here, leaving only the marks of his toes left behind by running in panic, and someone was chasing him. His enemies might be suspended in the air, or they might destroy him with thoughts and hints."

"There are many ways," Miss Ranger gently stroked her long hair in her ears. "It may also be that she cut off the communication when she needed support and help the most, leaving him alone in fear and despair waiting for death, and heading towards destruction in madness."

"emmm..." Halandir nodded, "I understand your hint."

"That's not it~" Miss Ranger finally looked at the scene, pulled her companion's arm and turned away, unlike going to see a messy scene again. "The White Death is not a monster that is good at hiding. He is an extraordinary wizard. Even if he can create effects similar to hiding and interference with the power of magic, the fluctuations of magic are very obvious.

"But he said nothing, leaving us to death on that desolate battlefield..."

Harandil nodded silently. If there were no monsters who entered the battlefield, both of them had now become names that were cut off on the table.

...

I have to say that investigation and visiting is really a laborious task.

Harandir and Miss Ranger first asked passersby by the lake. Their investigation did not have clear clues, but were looking for clues, just like distinguishing different grasses on the grass and finding flowers of the same color.

They took a carriage and went to the Veterans Commission to continue their investigation. If possible, Halandil would like to go back and take a nap before conducting a long investigation.

However, Miss Ranger was very active and he couldn't go back for a nap. The two of them came to the settlement area where the half-elf veterans were located and found a food rationing center for lunch.

On this clear and comfortable morning, the two of them were jogging in the grey neighborhood. The bright sunlight cast a faint halo. As part of Canaan, this should not have been the case. This is the settlement of half-elves and some humans, and to the magnificent city, it was like a cancer on the face of a beautiful girl.

They came to a neat building, and used the psychic crystal on their wrists to pass through the mirror on the long table, and the human servants took out the food from behind the counter and handed it to them.

The big plate contains colorful paste, and it looks like purple potatoes, carrots and vegetable puree in the mouth. The taste is really not very good. What is stronger than the dry food in the trenches on the front line and the ruins is that the food is hot, and there is no need to soak the hard biscuits first before eating.

There were many half-elves who were like them who were eating here. They added salt or sugar to the food and then ate it expressionlessly.

Halandier took two bites and began to miss Miss Ranger's fried egg in the morning~

Without the ability of a famous detective, you can only investigate like an ordinary agent. This job is really hard to do. If there is any mysterious power, you can make a request and get a response - for example, divination "the person who finally contacted Antiha", or simply "the clue related to Antiha's murder", throw a coin or loosen your cane to get the answer...

That would save a lot of trouble!

Halandil fantasized for a while and told Pilotis the lazy idea.

"Isn't that the specialty of wizards and astrologers?" Miss Ranger thought for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she continued, "I heard that some enchanting jewelry can provide a certain number of divination or prophecy, which is very useful!"

"Really useful?" Halandil asked with interest, "I mean, can a small object really compare to the mystery of extraordinary people on a particular path, and spy on the fog of fate?"

"It's definitely not a bad thing to try!" Pilottis was energetic, and his big violet eyes flashed. "This kind of jewelry is usually made into brooches, earrings, pendants or ~ rings, all of which are beautiful! You can buy one and try it."

Buy one!

Buy one?

Halandir looked at Miss Ranger with an inexplicable look on his face. Although he was used to trading and trading in his previous life, he never bought anything with money after coming to this world.

As for the meal now, after the two half-elf rangers came to the food distribution center, they waved the psychic crystals on their wrists and got a lunch without choice. There was no money exchange throughout the whole process, and the quantity and quality of the food were all well configured.

"Don't you know yet? Poor Harlan, hehe," Miss Ranger lowered her voice, and while slashing the yellow, blue and red on the plate, pointing to the ground with a spoon, "Sister will take you to a fun place to see-you-see!"

...

After a simple lunch, they walked towards the Veterans Committee. In this magnificent city, it seemed that as long as the facilities that were not directly related to the elves would be faintly covered with dark and shabby tones, like dying poplars by the arid desert.

Several half-elves have been notified and are sitting outside on a bench waiting for an interview with the two investigators.

Pilottis arranged documents on the desk and folded her long hanging hair high. She was wearing a clean shirt and trousers, and her belt tied her slender waist tightly. She shook her pencil in her hand, tidied up the collar like a girl who wanted to show off her well on her first day at work, and nodded seriously to her companions.

"First, Lulushi, please come in."

Hey, weird name. Halandil complained. Most half-elves do not have a young family life and have been spending time in parenting institutions since they became sensible. The official did not name them, but called them by a combination of rank and number. When they obtain limited citizenship and come to urban life, half-elves will register a name they have already named.

The girl who came in was a pretty girl with a pretty face and a red hexagram armband on her arms, marked with her name, human resources number, gender and blood type. If you only look at her breasts as flat as an anvil, it will make people mistakenly think that she is a little boy.

"I don't know anything!" Miss Lulushi said without waiting to sit down, "Mr. Antiha has little contact with me, and my only communication is to attack and retreat. When I came to Canaan, I was dressed up as a boy in the bar to serve plates for the elf men, and occasionally go to the farm to help, pick strawberries and fruits."

"Don't be nervous, Ranger," Pilottis smiled, "did the frontline executives show anything abnormal during your service?"

"Exception? No, it's normal. Why don't you wear armbands? Aren't you half-elves too?"

"I'm asking, not you," said the silver-haired Miss Ranger. "We just arrived in Canaan and the armband has not been sent to our hands."

"I know very little about the executive," Miss Lulushi continued to answer, "For him, we are no different from the units on the game cards, right? It's still the weaker one..."

This inquiry did not get any information. From the archives, Lulushi was the first soldier to obtain limited citizenship under Antiha's command.

"Second, Corporal Piloro," Halandil sent Miss Lulushi out and shouted again to the half-elves waiting in the corridor.

This is also a tall and thin male veteran who usually serves as a patrol mission for the city defense force.

His eyes were deep, and he spoke as soon as he came in:

"Congratulations, it is an honor to become a military policeman after retirement. Being an investigator is simply a dream thing. I have no talent, I can only be a patrol soldier..."

"Have you ever communicated with you during the battle and other times?" Pilotis asked with some depression. The half-elf began to interrupt when she entered the door, which made her very uncomfortable.

"But no matter what, it is better than the battle corporals and commandos on the front line. Even alpha units like you have a high mortality rate," Corporal Piloro finished speaking on his own, and then said, "General Antiha had never spoken to me. I just accepted orders, moved, attack, and later he also learned to encircle and lure the enemy into the depths. Once, he ambushed us on the side of the road, and caught us off guard..."

"Stop!" Pilottis was a little angry, and she gently patted the file in her hand. "Please be honest, corporal, the report clearly states that you had been confined to him for seven days because of a battle plan and disobeying orders."

"I don't remember this...you're so pretty."

"Please describe the cause and process of that confinement."

"I can't remember it, it's not a pleasant thing... Did the chief of the Bureau of Investigation ask you to sleep? I heard that they like to hold their long hair from behind..."

The desk was overturned with a "clang boring", and Pilottis jumped up and kicked Corporal Piloro's chest. Halandier didn't even have time to stop him and saw the male half-elf rolling out.

The "ping-pong-pong" beaten sound led the guards outside into the gendarmerie. The two gendarmeries and Halandil fought together, and finally persuaded Pilotis away. Then they looked at Corporal Pilolo who was gasping for breath and pulled him up to continue to ask questions. But this guy was gasping so hard that he could only let the gendarmerie send him for treatment first.

The third half-elf who came in looked very powerful, not something that Pilottis could kick him down. He was handsome, tall and upright, and had wide shoulders. As he walked through the corridor, the half-elfs waiting on both sides were saluting him intentionally or unintentionally. Those who did not look down on him lowered their heads, as if they were trying to deliberately avoid him.

He stood outside the door, looked at Miss Ranger with sharp eyes and nodded slightly to her. Then, he turned his head and looked at Halandil, who was standing by the wall, and gently stroked his chest to greet him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Brutus, please sit down." Pilottis said, putting his temper away.

"Good afternoon, Miss Investigator, Mr. Investigator."

The person under investigation didn't say much, but he answered questions and had clear logic. He did not hesitate to his tactical conflict with the front-line executive of Antiha. He spoke with a majestic expression and a strong leader's determination. Even Halandir secretly praised him in his heart.

“We fight with all our might, and sometimes we sacrifice, but all our companions know that.

“Mr. Antiha was saddened by our sacrifice, and I felt his shaken in several exchanges.”

"What did you say to him?" Pilotis asked, "what made him shake."

Brutus said: "I described the situation on the battlefield, the soldiers who died and wounded, the enemy's attack methods and my prediction of the situation. I could feel that Lord Antiha was under tremendous psychological pressure, and the burden of victory and glory for Canaan made him unable to sleep or eat."

“Is that all?”

“That’s all.”

Pilottis shook his head, pulled out a piece of paper from the case file, and said:

"I picked up a gray-white arm and handed it to the corporal. He asked me 'who', and I said 'your, then don't let the blood vessels and bones fall out, and hold them backwards'. The corporal cooperated with me in a stiff manner and inserted his right hand into his clothes. The corporal said to me, 'Bring me with me, I'll follow you'.

"I let him think of following behind, there was a steep rocky slope, and I had to gather the other soldiers and didn't have time to take care of him.

“After climbing the slope, he couldn’t walk anymore and sat on a rock and whimpered.

"I found the communications soldier. The girl's backpack, armor and weapons were scattered all over the floor. She pressed her lower abdomen and kept pressing her intestines in a daze, trying to stuff them back with the straw, because she used too much force and her wrist was inserted into her stomach..."

Pilottis closed the case file, looked at Halandil beside him, and then looked at the serious and majestic half-elves:

"The above is a record of your report with Chief Antiha. I have chosen the gentlest paragraph. Miss Aleya, who is an intern executive and is in shorthand training, heard your conversation and vomited it out on the spot. According to her description, Chief Antiha's face was as white as paper, and he was chanting unrecognizable whispers all day long.

"Are these information you and the frontline executives' daily reports?"

Halandir stood up straight. He pressed the sword on his waist and entered high alert.

"Yes," Brutus nodded, his expression remained unchanged. "General Antiha ordered me to report on everyone's situation in detail. This is his original words, and Lord Eleya should have heard it too. I, as a squadron leader, reported to him in full the last five minutes of the destruction of the squadron."

"Is there anything else to add? Mr. 'Mother'." Pilottis sighed, "Do you have anything to tell?"

"Nothing, especially to add," Brutus shook his head. "If I were to hold me accountable for this and to be responsible for the mental breakdown of the commander, I would have become a military policeman after I was discharged from the army, but now I am just a plumber who travels underground all day long. It is very hot or smelly, and toxic magic crystal dust will be leaked in many places."

He pulled the simple collar of the top, strong arms and strong chest muscles, which made people pleasing to the eye:
Chapter completed!