Chapter 1331 Pleasure in Helping Others
Wendel wasn’t unfamiliar with murder at all. When he heard that, he wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, he calmly allowed his gaze to wander past the woman at the door and into the room’s interior.
He imdiately saw a man lying on the ground. His chest was blood-red.
“Are you sure he’s dead?” Wendel asked calmly.
The young lady in her twenties was at a loss at first. Then, she answered with uncertainty, “Maybe... I don’t know...”
“If there’s still hope, we need to send him to the hospital imdiately.” Wendel’s tone was like he was speaking to a patient’s family, not a murderer.
The lady holding the blood dagger subconsciously turned her body and made way.
Wendel took a few steps forward and approached the victim.
He didn’t need to squat down. He swept his gaze and made a judgnt based on various signs.
“He is indeed dead.”
The woman in her twenties with ssy, flaxen-colored hair didn’t show any obvious change in expression. She looked down at her toes and said, “Call the police.”
“How do I address you?” Wendel had already heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairs.
It was obvious that the attendant or hotel owner ca up to check on the commotion after hearing the screams.
“Tracey...” the pure lady with an attitude answered softly.
She then sank into her own world and didn’t say another word.
Wendel was just about to say sothing when the owner of the hotel who had helped him check in previously had already rushed through the door.
“Goddess!” the elderly man shouted after seeing the situation in the room.
Wendel pressed down with his right hand, gesturing for him to calm down before saying, “Call the police imdiately. I’ll stay here and watch.”
His temperant and words exuded a sense of confidence that convinced others. The owner of the hotel didn’t waste any ti and imdiately turned around and ran downstairs.
As for Wendel, when he first ca over to check on the situation, it was just a habit as a gentleman. In fact, he didn’t have the intention to get involved in it. After all, he was still shouldering the mission. However, Miss Tracey’s dazed, detached, and cold attitude induced a sense of pity in him. This was a normal reaction for a man.
He surveyed the area as though he was conversing with the air.
“Killing soone doesn’t imply a harsh punishnt. It can be categorized into many kinds of situations.”
Tracey slowly raised her head and cast her gaze at the gentleman.
There was an indescribable luster in her lifeless eyes.
Wendel glanced at her bruised face.
“He hit you?”
“Yes.” The man seed to have so sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to remain silent, finally answer.
Wendel looked down at the dagger that was no longer dripping blood.
“Was it you who brought it here, or him?”
Tracey’s response was a little slow as she replied, “Him.”
Wendel nodded slightly and said, “Exercising your right to self-defense is in line with the law. I can testify to the police that you had an intense argunt before it happened and that there was a fight. Clearly, n naturally possess an advantage in this aspect. I’m not discriminating against won, but it’s sothing explained by science and experience.”
He paused and asked, “What is the relationship between the two of you? What happened?”
Tracey’s eyes darted about and she recovered a little from that deep, reclusive state.
She seed to be answering a policeman’s question as she said with a look of hope and sorrow, “I am, heh, I am his mistress.”
Upon saying this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Tracey’s face.
“I used to be an ugly woman who blindly chased after money. Not long after I left the grammar school, I beca his mistress under his enticent.
“He gave a hotel and let stay there. I wait for his arrival or for him to summon every week.
“I lost interest in this lifestyle, feeling increasingly suppressed as my inferiority complex grew. I wanted to return everything to him and get rid of him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened using all sorts of thods and refused to let leave him. The recent tis we t all ended in fights.
“Just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat up and took out a dagger. Y-you know what happened after that...”
Mistress... Wendel cast a regretful and pitiful glance at Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the scene have also confird the developnt of the situation.”
He had originally thought that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was worse than he had imagined.
Tracey nodded blankly and said,
“Thank you.”
She didn’t say another word. She only broke the silence when the police arrived. She raised her hands and accepted the handcuffs.
Wendel looked at her staggered pace and said to the police, “Bring her to check on her injuries first and treat them to avoid any accidents.”
The police officers didn’t know why they had to listen to instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital in the city without any objections under the heavy rain.
As Tracey was a woman, Wendel and two police officers waited in the corridor of the hospital without entering the room.
As ti passed, Wendel saw a pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seed to be so problems and they needed help with the labor process.
After a while, he heard the sound of a baby crying, an announcent of a new life coming to this world. At this mont, Tracey happened to co out.
“Do you feel it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel said to Tracey solemnly.
As Tracey listened to the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind and rain, her expression was clearly touched.
Her face had already been wiped clean, making her look very clean and simple.
After a few seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at Wendel before saying, “Thank you.”
This ti, she was no longer as numb, blank, and reclusive.
Wendel secretly heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to the police station to record a statent.
After doing what was necessary, Wendel walked to the street side and prepared to take a rental carriage back to the Irises Hotel.
However, in the middle of the stormy night, there were no pedestrians or carriages on the road.
“This is the disadvantage of a small city. It’s not convenient enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made his way back to the Irises Hotel.
As a forr Sheriff, he had the mory, in the mystical sense, of the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting lost in the small city.
At this mont, the storm had already reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued to sweep past Wendel, causing rain to fall on him.
This caused Wendel to raise his right hand and block his chest.
That confidential docunt was hidden on the inside of the clothing.
Wendel had previously kept the docunt close to him even when he was sleeping, not allowing it to be separated from him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As long as he had the corresponding self-reminders, he wouldn’t turn over once he fell asleep.
After walking for about fifteen minutes in the small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that mont, his top hat and clothes were drenched due to the strong winds.
This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential docunt would be damaged by the water.
Strictly speaking, I have already violated the rules of the mission, but how could I not help a lady like her? This is what a gentleman should do... Wendel was slightly vexed, but he didn’t regret it at all.
After entering the room, he imdiately removed his jacket and took out the docunt, placing it on the table.
The envelope containing the docunt was already visibly soaked. There were quite a few places that seed to tear with a little force.
Wendel imdiately rang the bell and called for an attendant to ask for a gas stove, hoping to raise the temperature in the room and accelerate the air-drying process of the sealed docunt.
In the process of waiting, he realized that the silence expected from the middle of the night wasn’t there. It was as if the screams and the police’s arrival had caused the tenants and nearby residents to wake up without being able to fall asleep.
The howling winds lessened significantly, and Wendel could hear children crying, married couples arguing, the sound of a wooden violin being played, intermittent sobbing, the footsteps on the stairs, and the occasional sounds of discussion that were sotis suppressed and sotis raised without realizing it.
He didn’t feel anything about this lively scene. He just felt that they were noisy that prevented him from calming down.
After a while, the attendant brought over a coal stove.
Wendel relaxed and asked casually, “Do you know that Miss Tracey?”
The thin attendant shook his head.
“No.”
He then added, “I heard that she’s a local, but I’ve been living outside in the plantations outside the city before this year.”
“What do you know about her?” Wendel asked subconsciously.
“She cos to our hotel three to five tis a month, with the dead man.” The waiter suddenly sighed. “She’s not happy at all.”
Wendel was silent for a few seconds before dismissing the attendant and returning to his desk.
Seconds ticked by as the envelope outside the confidential docunt gradually dried up.
At this mont, the inside and outside of the hotel had beco relatively quiet. Only the sound of rain falling and the sound of the windows being rattled by the winds could be heard.
Wendel was full of spirit as he recalled everything that had happened. He sighed for Miss Tracey’s life and flipped the envelope.
At this mont, he realized that so damage had appeared on the bottom part of the envelope, revealing the piece of paper inside.
Wendel frowned, knowing that he was about to be punished.
Of course, the punishnt wouldn’t be too heavy as if the docunt to be distributed was confidential enough, he wouldn’t be the only one to dispatch it.
Wendel had originally planned on maintaining the present state and showing the damaged situation during the handover. However, when he swept his gaze, he saw a word on the docunt through the hole:
“Utopia.”
Wendel’s nerves tightened, and he felt as if the sound of the wind and rain outside had suddenly stopped.
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