"The time of death was within an hour. The cause of death was shock caused by decapitation. There were no signs of a fight. It should have been a fatal blow."
After careful inspection, Caleb came to this conclusion.
"The technique is also very simple, and it is very similar to my technique. This technique can be directly fatal, and..."
"What?" Gray asked.
"No, forget it, that's not something worth talking about." Shirou shook his head.
"Because in this case, you won't feel anything if you are killed. Isn't that right!" Caleb interjected, "Many of us at Church of the Holy Temple also have this idea."
"Teacher Emiya, is that so?"
"That's about it!" Shirou waved his hand, indicating that this matter need not be mentioned again, "Have you found the head of Trisha?"
"No, I can't find it at all." Webber shook his head, "Why did the murderer take away Trisha's head?"
"For Mystic Eyes!" Yvette guessed, "As long as you take the head away, you can easily remove Mystic Eyes. You can do it here!"
"Is that so... Old man, you should also have a feeling-type Mystic Eyes similar to past vision!" Shirou asked Caleb.
"Why did you say this?" Although he did not give a definite or negative answer, Caleb has undoubtedly admitted this fact.
"The reason is very simple. You are not here to buy Mystic Eyes at your age, but you still boarded this train. That's right, you are here to sell Mystic Eyes, and you did the autopsy at the beginning because you thought your Mystic Eyes could play a role, right?"
"It's true that nothing can be hidden from your eyes. Yes, I do have Mystic Eyes with past vision. This ability is not that convenient. At least I didn't see the murder scene."
"Really, Mishi, you should talk to this old man first, it will be useful."
Shirou stood up to leave, causing the Caleb god to ask questions - the old man opened his eyes next to the huge scar with some difficulty, "Is it okay for me, who was born in Church of the Holy Temple, to stay with the leader of Clock Tower? This leader has no fighting ability."
"It doesn't matter, I believe you won't do it," Shirou smiled like a spring breeze. Webber thought his smile looked a bit like a fox or a poisonous snake. "And even if you do it, Fujino will twist you into a human flesh before you hurt our employer!"
You kid is quite cruel!
Shirou has no intention of paying attention to other people's thoughts. He is not the type to care about other people's thoughts.
He walked straight to Olga Marie's room. In fact, they were not far away. Olga Marie was sitting alone on the sofa in the room.
"Hey, how are you, Miss? Do you feel better? You can cry out if you feel uncomfortable. It will make you feel much better. I guarantee it from my life experience."
"... It's no big deal!"
After saying that, Olga Marie snorted coldly. Cross your arms and sit on the sofa.
"After all, this is the Mystic Eyes collection train. This level is completely within my expectations."
That was clearly showing off. Shirou could clearly see that the little girl's arms were shaking and her eyes were red. Even the daughter of the Lord family has never experienced being alone in such a place.
Leinise is better than her in this regard. When Ken Ren was just GG, Leinise even developed the habit of carrying emergency food with him.
"Then Miss Olga Marie is really strong!" Shirou knew that Olga Marie was trying to show off her strength, and that the other party was obviously a tsundere, and exposing the other party would only make things worse.
"What do you mean?"
Olga Marie stared at Shirou tightly, trying to find out his intentions from his face.
"That's what it means literally!" Shirou lowered his eyelids and his tone became calmer, "Miss Trisha must have grown up with Miss Olga Marie. I have also experienced separation from people close to me..."
Speaking of this, Shirou's face became more funny.
"I remember when my grandma passed away, I cried for several days, and I was in a state of isolation for several months. Ah, it's really embarrassing to think about it!"
"You're not——"
Olga Marie looked at Shirou in confusion, shouldn't this guy be a murderer without emotion?
"Cold-blooded murderer?" Olga Marie said this term with a somewhat troubled expression, "Unfortunately, it is not the case. My blood is still hot, and I will still cry or feel sad for others.
All I can do is separate my body from my emotions, and I have to do this. Otherwise, my survival will be in question. "
"So stupid!" the girl sneered at this.
"Who knows!" Shirou shrugged, "I asked the train operator, they can prepare another room for you. If you still want to go to the auction house -"
"No need!"
Olga Marie said this sentence almost shouting, "Clean up this place, I will sleep here tonight!"
, can this guy really sleep in this room where his entourage died with him since childhood?
"If this is what you really think." Shirou stood up, bowed slightly to Olga Marie, took two steps back, turned and left.
Before leaving the room, Shirou stopped again.
Without looking back, he just said, "If you really can't sleep or are in trouble, just go to the next room. Fujino should be able to help you."
"Who needs it!"
Olga Marie jumped down from the sofa, put his hands in front of him, and roared loudly at Shirou.
I don't know which little girl will come to get under Fujino's bed tonight.
At night, when it's dark.
Shirou was alone, holding the knife and leaning against the door frame of Webber's room with his eyes closed.
That's why he said he went to Fujino if he had something to do, because he would stay in front of Webber's room.
Now that it is confirmed that there will be a murderer on the train, Webber, who has no fighting ability, needs to be protected. After all, he is not the King of Longzhong Finger Snaps now.
squeak——
The door was pushed open, and Shirou, who was leaning on the door frame, opened his eyes in an instant.
"What, do you want to go to an appointment?"
"That thing is very important to me. No matter how dangerous it is, I have to try it. And aren't you still here?"
Webber pushed his eyes, yes, this guy wears glasses! Kagami is not short-sighted.
"It's gone."
Shirou stretched his waist, and then put the knife on his shoulder. Looks like a slob.
Weber, this guy is like a bundle of dry firewood, which is usually piled inconspicuously. All it takes is a spark to instantly ignite a fire that reaches the sky.
As long as this guy is here, I can guarantee my personal safety this time.