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Garon walks quietly into the room. Vaguely, he feels a little uncomfortable and the air is a little depressed.

"This room is too quiet."

There was no sound in his ears. The Windows seemed to be so sound-proof that neither the birds nor the wind could come in. The room was depressingly quiet. It's like one minute there were people resting here, and then there's no one here.

Garon walked slowly to the big box at the end of the bed and suddenly felt curious about the big Quicksilver box.

"Not that the kerosene belt is not much? Lights in the middle of the day?"

He reached for the kerosene lamp.

There is a sound in the door behind him. Garon starts up and turns around to see the door shut and locked.

He took a few steps and turned the door handle. There was a loud crunch, but it wouldn't open. The sound of footsteps running away in the corridor outside.

Garon's face sank.

"There's something weird about this," he suddenly recalled the file Quicksilver had shown him, with the detective's own annotated analysis at the end.

"In the mystery of the death of the three masters of silver Gauze Castle, the victims all have one thing in common. They all wore a bronze cross from their ancestors. '

'It is said that this medal was awarded for military service in wartime, but in fact, according to my research, as early as 200 years ago, the owner of the castle has been awarded this medal, so it is absolutely impossible to be awarded later in the war. '

With this thought, Garon quickly pulls a black thread from his neck. On the thread hangs a purple medal with a P in the center. It is the bronze cross he carries next to his body.

The color of the medal now seemed delicate, as if it had just been plated, rather than worn out with age.

"That's the problem!" Garon looks sullen, sweeps the bedroom, pulls off the medal, puts it on the lid of the box, and rushes to the window.

He smashed the window with a blow.

It was as if the bedroom had been pulled out of a silent movie, as if the silence had suddenly turned on and suddenly came alive.

Garon has a vague, creepy feeling that something is approaching quickly, and subconsciously he doesn't want to leave the door.

He stood at the window and looked down. It was the second floor, more than ten meters from the ground lawn.

"Got to get the sheets for ropes, they're a little high!"

He was about to turn around when he felt a strong push from behind him. More powerful than he is now!

In spite of himself, Garon was pushed out of the window.

"Who!! He shouted, his brain empty, his body tense to the utmost.

There was a faint laugh in the background.

Bang!

Garon threw himself on the lawn with his arms propped up. Fortunately, he was too fit and strong. The arms are just a little dislocated from the wrong position.

He got to his feet and looked back at the second-floor bedroom, where the curtains were blowing in the wind and no one was there. Look at the gate of the castle. It's locked. The gate that was half open just now has somehow been locked from the inside.

Holding back the pain of a dislocated arm, Garon takes a deep look at the castle and quickly turns and runs away.

Outside the castle railings, Garon does not stop, but heads straight back up the mountain path and sprints toward The town of Konu.

"If you were a normal person, you would have been thrown to your death. Head down in that position, you could break your neck. If it weren't for me, I would be a cripple if I didn't die!" Garon is still scared. Fortunately, he didn't go to the third floor to check. If he fell from the third floor

Recall that during the first three terms of the castle's owner, there were records of servants falling to their deaths from Windows while cleaning their rooms. And not just one.

"I thought it was an accident, something wrong with the design of the castle, but now it looks as if he was pushed off as I was just now!" Garon was sure, because the way the servants fell to their deaths, they landed on their heads, just like they were pushed.

The dislocated arm became more and more painful. Garon rolled up his sleeve and looked at it. There was a big red lump.

"Gotta run to town and get a bone set!" His pace quickened.

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"Hiss!!" Garon is naked from the waist down, his left arm swollen like a red bun. He was sitting in the doorway where he had had tea with Quicksilver.

A doctor in a gray suit was sitting on the side, taking his left arm and slapping it hard.

Garon gasped, sweating with pain. But there was also a rattling sound from the bones.

"All right, we're in position!

"Thank you very much, Dr. Asch." Garon nods, feels the pain with his newly attached right arm and pulls out a stack of bills, placing them on the table. "Here is the fee."

"All right." Dr. Asch was the town's senior civilian doctor. Aside from the lack of formal medical qualifications, the bonesetters were pretty authentic, since minor ailments like these are the main injuries in a town like this.

As soon as Garon returned to the town, he paid the townspeople to call Dr. Athey and finally solved the problem of dislocated arms.

"I'll give you some medicine. Rub a little on the wound every day in this proportion, and you'll soon recover." "I don't get a big client once in a while, so I'll take it."

"You deserve it, since you were awakened from your nap by me. The extra money is considered hard work." Garon nods nonchalantly. "Please."

"No trouble, no trouble." From his small white medicine cabinet, Ash rummaged for a small milky glass bottle and read the label. He placed it on the table.

"Just apply this ointment every day, remember not to use too much force, and the rest is fine. I'll go, then."

Garon nodded.

"Thanks."

See and Ash left carrying the medical kit, followed a trail several times into the bushes and disappeared.

Garon sits at the table, gently lifting the wooden cup and sipping the coffee.

"Another cup, boss!" "He shouted back into the building.

'Yes! A stout, middle-aged man with a black beard stepped out, carrying a glass coffee pot and carefully refilling Garon's cup.

In came two more sturdy farmers with hoes on their shoulders and sat down at a table in the doorway.

"Two beers, please!

The boss hurried back in and brought out the beer.

Garon sat in his seat, feeling the steady cold breath of his newly acquired black jade plate, and for a moment the pain in his arm seemed to ease.

When he was practicing in the martial arts school, he practiced with his brothers and sisters every day and often had arm dislocated, so it was not hard for him to endure it and it would not affect his normal activities too much.

Sitting in a small restaurant in town, he had the energy to rethink Quicksilver.

"Despite the oddity of the castle, it's amazing that someone like Quicksilver would leave his case and go to live in a small castle in the country for so long. It's not normal in any way." Garon sipped his coffee.

"But on the other hand, what about the person who makes the cash ring near the castle, and the person who assumes the gold ring is targeting the silver gauze castle itself? If Quicksilver itself wasn't going for the castle, it was going for the ring, then that would make sense."

"The gold Ring's target was the Silver Yarn Castle, and Quicksilver was looking for the case. At this moment, I approached, as an unknown person, and finally let me face off with the people of the Gold ring, just to test whether I was sent by the gold ring undercover. There should be more to it, but the main thing should be right."

"So where is Quicksilver now?" Garon unconsciously tries to rub his eyebrows, but fails to lift his arm. A pang of pain sets off a wry smile.

In the afternoon, as the sun turned red, the business in the doorway became better and better. There were more and more people. The boss had to bring out a few tables and chairs. The whole door is noisy, all farmers in the town Shouting for wine to eat.

Garon moved his seat and sat in a corner by himself. Unlike the boisterous behavior of others, he sat in a chair and drank coffee quietly.

"Boss, please ask me something." As the boss walks by, Garon stops him.

"What is it? Guest." The portly Landlord stopped, but he remembered that this Mr. Kelly had been drinking tea with the earlier gentleman of great character. A guest of this temperament is more than the average townsman can match. So the posture is also cautious.

'I wonder if the gentleman I had tea with yesterday has come back to town yet?' Garon whispered. He was just asking, and with Quicksilver's detective experience, there was no way the little boss would find out if he really wanted to hide it.

"Come back! He had tea with me today." The fat boss replied quickly.

Did not expect the boss immediately reaction, affirmative answer.

"Back?" Garon gasped. "Did he say anything?"

"No, I just ordered the same black tea as you had yesterday. Where you sit is where you sit together." The boss called back quickly.

"I see," Garon nodded thoughtfully. It was clear that Quicksilver had deliberately left him a trail. But he was not going to look for him now.

"It seems to be a bit of a disadvantage to be in the company of this great detective for no apparent reason. If what Tari says is true, he's also on the hunt for the doom artifact and the secrets it holds. Then I can just follow his path. It is hard to find the antique of doom in normal ways.

"If my guess is correct, and the Golden ring seems to be looking for something in this area, they can help find the antique of bad luck, and I can find the opportunity to contact the two sides of the exchange.

Garon sketched out the arrangement after this, although dangerous, but also let him taste the sweet. Got a black jade plate. Although a bronze cross was lost, it was more precious than the black jade plate that had not been absorbed.