Justice Worth Not a Penny

"By the way, although there are only a few surveillance cameras in the passageway to ensure privacy, there just happens to be one that's facing this way."

Let's go to the monitoring room!

After saying that, the two walked straight towards the direction of the monitoring room.

"Oh my God, this is not detective work at all."

Suika stated that she belongs to the classical mystery school and prefers to see detectives deduce the identity of the criminal based on the props in front of them and the traces left by the criminal at the scene, rather than using modern equipment such as surveillance cameras to directly find the criminal.

Of course, he couldn't find the culprit at all.

Because Suika's existence violates a major taboo in detective dramas—there can be no supernatural force.

Sure enough, the two returned shortly afterward. Holmes kept deducing the situation inside the room, but he always got stuck at the last step.

He was certain the maid had committed suicide, but he just couldn't find the tool that would have helped her do so.

Just as he was pondering this, the mounted police from Kazimierz finally arrived at the scene.

"Oh, damn it, Holmes, what are you doing here again!" The leader said angrily when he saw Holmes.

"I was just invited to attend the opening ceremony, but why are you so late, Poirot?" Holmes said to the sheriff with some displeasure.

"Tsk, it's all because of an exhibition match."

Rumors spread that the Frost Knight was destined to win, so a bunch of people gambled away their entire fortunes, only to lose and then jump off buildings or into rivers. The police are out there cleaning up the mess...

What's going on here? Why haven't you found the killer yet?

Sheriff Poirot walked to the doorway as he spoke.

After inspecting the room, he stared intently at Holmes.

Where is the stuff?

"Not found!"

"Impossible, you couldn't have been involved in this, could you?"

The sheriff had clearly seen what was happening inside the house, but like Holmes, he needed to produce decisive evidence. Otherwise, without that evidence, everything would point to murder by the mysterious man.

The only person present who could find and bring out the evidence was Holmes, his formidable adversary in solving the case.

"If it were me, I wouldn't stay here." Holmes said as he went back into the house to continue searching.

"What about the surveillance footage? Didn't you find anything in it?" Poirot asked, barely suppressing his anger.

Holmes shook his head. "No, nothing at all."

"Sir, should we check next door..." Although it was unclear what the two had discovered or what they were looking for.

But the surveillance footage didn't detect anything, so the only possibility is that the other party is nearby, or even next door.

Poirot thought about it and agreed. However, the people who could afford to watch the performance from these boxes were all wealthy and powerful. Without solid evidence, he couldn't simply break down the doors and search the surrounding boxes. He could only check them one by one.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The first door Poirot knocked on was Suika's.

At that moment, Suika was happily eating melon inside the house.

She hadn't expected that Kazimierz would have not only Holmes but also Poirot.

You should know that these two are considered the top detectives in her eyes.

Just as she was preparing to watch how the two great detectives would work together to break the deadlock, they surprisingly chose the most clumsy method.

"Come in!" Upon hearing the voice from inside Poirot and Holmes exchanged a glance.

When I opened the door, I saw a girl holding a beer mug in one hand and Watermelon in the other, her face covered in juice from eating it.

"Excuse me..." Noticing the two people's gazes, Suika took a tissue and wiped her face clean before speaking.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Madam, I am Sheriff Poirot of Kawaleriel. Just recently, a case occurred next door to you."

We hope you can cooperate with the investigation.

"No problem... Excuse me, has anyone died? How many died?" Suika struck a pose of being eager to gossip, and casually handed over her identification.

"Hmm, how did you know?" Poirot asked, puzzled.

"That old man said... beautiful ladies shouldn't go near death... doesn't that mean there's a dead person inside?" Suika pointed to Watson, who was standing behind the two of them like an invisible Watson.

Watson nodded, indicating that he had indeed said those words.

"Catastrophe Messenger? A special operations agent dispatched by Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals?" Holmes's gaze towards Suika changed as he looked at the certificate in his hand.

After all, his identity Catastrophe Messenger speaks for itself.

"Is there a problem?" Noticing the Great Detective's strange expression, Suika tilted her head and asked, feigning confusion.

"No, but may I ask which city in Columbia this Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals is located in?" Holmes handed the documents back.

"Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals is not a subsidiary of Columbia. Although the name does sound like Columbia, it is actually a company with its own independent mobile base, currently operating in Leithanien and Victoria."

After Suika finished speaking, Holmes didn't ask any further questions. Instead, Poirot, who was holding the tickets on the table, asked...

"Ma'am, may I ask where you obtained this ticket?"

"The tickets are a perk of the hotel... it's the Pegasus Grand Hotel right next door!" Suika handed over her room key.

Poirot took the room key, glanced at the number, and his pupils contracted.

He recognized the room number; it was the room key for the most expensive suite at the Pegasus Grand Hotel.

In the morning, he heard from his colleagues that someone had rented that house for half a month.

He had some doubts, after all, the ticket was quite valuable, how could the hotel give such an expensive item to its guests?

But if the girl in front of you is the rich guy who rented the place for half a month, then it makes sense.

Because the hotel wasn't far away, he sent someone to inquire at the hotel. The person returned quickly and confirmed that the ticket was indeed a gift from the hotel to a VIP.

The immigration officers also retrieved Suika's entry records.

A wealthy young woman with absolutely no connection to Kazimierz.

These are the opinions of the group regarding Suika.

Underneath this assessment, they completely removed Suika from the list of suspects.

After all, she had absolutely no connection with the people next door, and the ticket was given to her on a whim by the person behind the hotel after she paid her room rate in full.

Chapter 247 Justice Worth Nothing

After ruling out Suika as a suspect, they prepared to inquire about the situation in the other rooms.

As I approached the best of the best Holmes, I subconsciously looked up and saw Suika's mischievous smile.

That's the expression a child has after successfully playing a prank, or like a person acquitted in court challenging the prosecutor.

In that instant, countless thoughts raced through Holmes's mind.

The child definitely knew something, but recalling how she acted flawlessly from the moment she entered until she left...

But her performance was so flawless, and that final look in her eyes made him realize that this matter was not simple.

"What are you thinking about!" Just as he was recalling what had just happened in the room, Watson patted him on the shoulder.

"What did you think of that girl just now?" Holmes asked his partner.

"Although I've never seen her make a move, she must be someone who isn't weak."

Otherwise, it's hard to imagine that such a young girl, not even an adult yet, traveled from the Great Yan through so many places to reach Kazimierz.

And she speaks so logically, it's like she prepared it in advance. If only my daughter were as smart as her...

Watson sighed.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Holmes had a sudden inspiration.

"That girl is very strong?"

"No, it's the second sentence."

"Did someone walk a long way?"

"They're behind!"

"You speak very logically?"

"Yes, that's it... I felt something was off as soon as I walked in." Holmes slapped his thigh.

Looking back on the conversation after we entered the room, it was almost as if the other person would quickly bring out whatever I asked for, and there was very little thought or reflection during the conversation.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that this Catastrophe Messenger named Ibuki Suika is no ordinary person.

After hesitating for a moment at the door, he gave up the idea of knocking and going back in, and instead went to meet up with Poirot.

After identifying Suika as the suspect, he was certain that Poirot's questioning of the others would yield no results.

And the result was exactly as he expected.

After completing the search, besides learning about the deceased and vaguely hearing sounds coming from this side, just like Suika's side, they found nothing else.

Apart from Suika, everyone else in the house can act as witnesses to each other to prove that they had no opportunity to commit the crime.

However, Holmes watched the surveillance video over and over again on Suika's side, and he also carefully questioned the waiter who had gone into the room to bring Suika food, but he couldn't find a single trace.

"What should we do? The competition is about to end, and most of the people here are nobles and important guests. We can only keep them until the end of the competition at most."

"Even a second longer is something the Armorless Union not allow."

Poirot was also feeling a bit overwhelmed, because solving the case took time, but they didn't have any time left.

Once the people who came here leave and take that important item with them, this case will likely only be classified as a murder by a mysterious assassin.

But this is something the Commercial Union does not allow.

After all, those who can be here are all upper-class or wealthy people.

The fact that people here were assassinated without explanation shows that the Commercial Union failed in its duty of protection.

Therefore, they must be able to determine that the murders inside did not originate from outside, and they also need to find traces of the murderer.

With the prohibitions and restrictions imposed by the Armorless Union and the Commercial Union, Poirot and Holmes found themselves in a very troublesome situation.

I'm going to talk to her.

Holmes looked toward the room where Suika was.

"Hmm, is there anything else, Mr. Detective?" Suika was no stranger to the other party's arrival, after all, it was already nine o'clock at night, and according to the progress of the competition, it would be completely finished by ten o'clock at the latest.

After he deliberately provoked the other party, the other party had tried to log in twice, but he hadn't found what he was looking for.

This is his last chance.

"Can you tell me how you managed to get that crucial item out?" Holmes stared intently into Suika's eyes.

Suika raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? I don't understand, Mr. Detective."

"You understand, Ms. Suika ..." Holmes followed up.

"What's there to understand... They're just dead people. People die every day in the wilderness from various accidents."

Even more people die in war. If you have the energy, I suggest you focus your attention on those unfortunate people.

Instead of "I have a neighbor next door, hmm!"

Suika leaned back on the sofa and picked up the Ibuki Gourd to sip her drink.

"What you say makes a lot of sense, but I can't do any of those things... All I can do is seek justice for the deceased and get the victim a fair trial..."

After a few seconds of silence Holmes finally spoke.

"Huh? Wronged? Who's wronged?"

Was it the dead man, or the woman covered in wounds?

"Is justice useful in the face of capital?"

Suika sneered.

"So you really do know something!" Holmes stared intently at Suika.

"You're wrong. I don't know anything about their affairs, and I have absolutely no desire to know."

However, you can ask the Candle Knight about the woman's injuries!