The moment Mrs. Kase spoke those words,
the entire atmosphere of the room shifted.
Almost without hesitation, Swifte’s gaze turned cold and merciless, his mere presence emanating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Taking two steps back to Ronald’s side, he stared emotionlessly at the others and then spoke with an ominous tone,
"As far as I know, Mr. Kase’s health hadn’t mysteriously deteriorated during the three months prior to his demise, nor had he suffered from any illness or business troubles.
Thirteen days ago, three days before Mr. Kase’s death,
the sewerage in this mansion was flowing smoothly, but someone called in a plumber under the guise of pipe maintenance, a man who couldn’t be found among Ron Avenue’s local workers.
By the way, I just checked the plumbing of your mansion earlier.
It was indeed quite dirty.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t it just two days before Mr. Kase’s rapid decline and eventual death
that you brought in a family doctor for him, yet purchased no medications at all?"
At this, Swifte paused, as if declaring a crime.
After softly coughing twice, he calmed his gaze on Mrs. Kase, then slightly softened his tone,
"Madam, shall I continue?"
Compared to the relatives beside her who had already turned pale and were even trembling in fear, Mrs. Kase’s mental fortitude seemed relatively intact.
Despite a trembling voice, she still insisted and shook her head,
"Sw... Swifte, your commission will be sent to your studio."
"For today, just... don’t trouble yourself."
"Thank you for your generosity." He nodded towards her, exchanged a glance with Ronald, and then the two of them walked outside.
This time, the old man named Jin dared not say anything rash.
He could only stand there and watch them depart obediently.
Once outside the house, Swifte found it much more convenient to act.
No longer needing to mind the vigilant details of the investigators, he immediately hailed a horse-drawn cab by the roadside, signaling Ronald to get in with him.
Soon after, the detective called out to the driver behind them,
"Long Beach Street Police Station, please hurry."
The driver’s voice promptly responded,
With the conversation over, as the horses snorted loudly, the carriage wheels immediately began rolling with a ’clatter, clatter’ sound.
Meanwhile, securing himself inside the carriage, Swifte quietly inquired Ronald,
"About that attack you mentioned earlier, let’s discuss it more carefully now."
"Alright," Ronald nodded, speaking softly under the cover of the carriage noise, "It was just this morning, I was acting as the receptionist at the Bureau’s lobby, and when the personnel left to attend a funeral..."
While heading toward the police station, Ronald recounted the full details of the incident to Swifte.
After hearing the entire sequence of events, the detective responded much like Ronald had initially. The daring cultist Magicians who provoked the Bureau must have been well-prepared.
However, originally, things might have been even more unfavorable for the Bureau.
Had it not been for an event a few days ago that abruptly affected the entire city, forcing some cultist Magicians to inadvertently expose themselves, the Bureau might never have had the chance to detect these cultists’ plans.
Thus, the ultimate scenario would likely have been a well-prepared surprise assault by the cultist Magicians followed by a counter-attack by the Bureau.
It can only be said that now, the situation,
was coincidentally cobbled together by a series of fortuitous events.
Several minutes passed, and they arrived at Ron Avenue.
After paying the driver, the two got off the carriage.
By then, the effect of hiring Swift, the investigator, became apparent.
From the moment Ronald and Swift jumped down from the carriage, the eyes of the pedestrians on the street were drawn to them...
Or rather, solely drawn to Swift.
In the upper-middle class of Greenwich, the reputation of Swift, the great detective, was definitely loud enough.
As soon as they saw him, people’s attention shifted from "A house next to the police station collapsed, was there a big incident?" to "The great detective arrives, tomorrow morning’s headlines will probably be about him solving the case."
In any era, diverting public attention was such a simple matter.
Especially in this world, where newspapers still dominated public opinion.
Upon reaching the Investigative Bureau’s blockade line, even the police let them through without any fuss.
They had barely stepped in when a tense voice echoed from within the shattered Bureau building:
"Ronald, are you alright?"
When Ronald had gone out to invite Swift, some investigators had also secretly returned here to begin dealing with the remaining tasks.
And the investigator girl was now sitting on the battered front desk.
Her gaze was ominously fixated on her beloved bed, the center of her past days.
—Her bed was no longer sleepable.
It was only upon seeing Ronald physically intact before her that Nicole’s terrible gaze slightly improved.
Seeing her condition, Ronald turned to the detective beside him and said,
"Mr. Swift, please go directly to the conference room."
"As you can see, I have a bit of a situation here."
The detective didn’t fuss further, nodding and walking inside.
At that moment, Ronald approached Nicole.
Watching her perched on the front desk, unwilling to come down, he awkwardly scratched his head:
"The attack this morning was so sudden, I really had no way to save your things."
In fact, it wasn’t just the bed.
Nicole had many personal belongings stored at the front desk.
So, with this sudden attack, the investigator girl’s actual losses were definitely severe.
Hearing Ronald’s attempt at comforting her, Nicole managed to squeeze out a strained smile:
"It’s okay, I don’t mind."
"Once we find those hidden bugs, I’ll make sure they pay!"
Just then, as Nicole gripped the front desk too tightly due to her anger, the already battered wooden desk suddenly broke under her grasp!
Like the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
With that sound, the entire shabby desk could no longer hold up and collapsed like a baseless stack of blocks.
Awkwardly sitting amidst the pile of sawdust on the ground.
Finally, Nicole couldn’t hold back, and the corners of her mouth twitched uncivilly.
"Fucking evil Magician!"