Chapter 40 Section 5 The real murderer

"So you have successfully completed the commission, my Mr. Detective." Rhodes smiled and twirled his mustache, "Just put that guy on his own bed-I want to Look at the knife rest." I put the person I had been supporting on the bed in the gardener's cabin, took out the ebony wood knife holder from a black plastic bag, and handed it to Mr. Rhodes in front of me. "Are you sure you weren't seen by anyone when you came around from the garden?" Rhodes first looked at the name engraved on the knife holder, and then put his finger under the scabbard, the beam support wood and the base In the gap between them, it seemed that after some mechanism was turned, a neatly folded parchment letter was pulled out from it.

"Well, no one saw it. I think that's why you chose this time." I looked at the wall clock in the room—it was exactly two o'clock in the morning. "That's great, Mr. Wenzel, is that great?" Rhodes stood up, pretending to unfold the letter, and quietly stretched his right hand to the window sill behind him. Unfortunately, my movements are still faster than his: "Don't move, Mr. Rhodes!" While putting down the plastic bag, I took out the anesthesia pistol, and the muzzle was facing Mr. Rhodes who seemed to be planning to take out another anesthesia pistol.

"What are you kidding? My Mr. Detective." Rhodes moved his right hand back in embarrassment, while making a frightened expression. "If using Mr. Rügenmann to kill Eliza is a joke, Mr. Rod Hofer." I gestured for Mr. Rhodes to sit back in his original position with a pistol. "So you already know everything? Ha, it seems that what I said is indeed correct—you are a very rare talent!" Rhodes waved his hand and sat down. "But?" Rhode didn't seem nervous at all because the matter was revealed, but said a little proudly, "It seems that you can only stand with me—if you don't want to spend the rest of your life carrying a 'murderer' '," Rhodes pointed to the man lying on the bed, "Raymond, he's dead—you killed him yourself."

Having said that, Rhodes couldn't hide his complacency anymore, he laughed out loud - as if he had already taken everything in the world into his own hands, it was an almost hysterical and disgusting feeling laughter: "? Xixi,? Hey, ha, my misguided Mr. Detective—do you really think it is a pure anesthetic gun? Special pentobarbital sodium,? Xi, hahahaha?", he almost laughed Can't breathe. I still pointed the gun at him and said nothing more. Rhodes finally restrained his laughter - he seemed quite surprised by my calmness: "Ha, don't you feel depressed, Mr. Wenzel? Please forgive my dishonesty here-the medicine in it is not only a special anesthetic, but also contains Amanita Virosa Extract ingredients! Ha, you may have heard of this scientific name—Amanitins, which is a mushroom toxin that is a hundred times more powerful than cyanide!"

"Is it more poisonous than you?" With this voice, another person also pushed the door in - of course it was Raymond, who had actually been hiding outside the door. Now it was Mr. Rhodes' turn to be depressed - when he saw Raymond, he almost fell out of his chair to the floor: I think it is necessary for me to explain this surprising situation: First, I must declare that I have never used any bullets in this special pistol: the man lying on the bed, Was knocked out by Raymond with an old wooden candlestick - we asked him some questions at gunpoint after he was sober; we got him drunk with whiskey for the sake of his cooperation up.

Fortunately, he was very honest when he was drunk, and Rhodes was eager to get the knife holder and "get rid of" me, so he didn't see any flaws. Yes, this person is of course not Raymond, but a professional killer hired by Mr. Rhodes to "catch up" the two insiders. Thanks to the fact that Raymond's underground apartment is quiet enough that even the sound of snakes can be heard clearly - we quietly crawled out from the air duct on the other side of the basement, and easily caught this dedicated guard Poor guy at the basement entrance, expecting the screams of us being accidentally bitten by a poisonous snake while opening the door.

The reason why Mr. Rhodes appointed me to accept this entrustment is also very clear. "So, Mr. Rhodes, do you choose to surrender yourself, or should we send you to the Eleventh Branch Bureau now? us??" Before I finished my words, I felt someone hit me hard on the back of my head.In an instant I lost consciousness and knew nothing