Gou learns witchcraft in another world

Chapter 33 Mr. Winslow

"Miss Moran, could you please explain the situation?"

Inside the consultation room, the consultation process has begun.

To maintain secrecy, the room door was closed, and then, at Miss Moran's request, the blinds were also closed.

At the bare table, Smith sat upright, pen and paper in hand, looking like he was taking notes intently. Beside him, Luo Qiu stood with her arms crossed, silent.

"About two weeks ago, I followed in Miss Alicia's footsteps and came to the Fog City to prepare for this concert. Because I arrived early, I booked some art exhibitions during that time. In the afternoon, I would take a walk near the Darlington River and have some afternoon tea."

"The dim sum there is good, with just the right amount of sweetness, and the chef always cooks it to be fluffy and soft, which is quite different from the weather here."

"Speaking of the weather, it's always so bad here. I always have to bring an umbrella before I go out..."

"Ahem, Miss Moran, we're discussing a case," Smith awkwardly reminded her.

"Sorry, where was I? Yes, Algernon Winslow, my boyfriend, I met him by the Darlington River. I remember it was an afternoon, it was raining, I left my umbrella at the restaurant, and just as I was looking for shelter, he came over and said to me..."

"I remember he was wearing a dark gray morning suit, perfectly tailored, with crisp shoulders and a just-right waist. Underneath, he wore a white shirt and a patterned waistcoat. His tie was impeccably tied in a Windsor knot, and he had a silver sapphire brooch pinned to his breast..."

Smith looked at Luo Qiu somewhat helplessly.

Miss Moran said so much at once, he didn't know whether he should write it all down.

The other person was clearly engrossed in their own description, and Smith felt it was impolite to interrupt them repeatedly.

When Smith asked for help, Luo Qiu pretended not to know and sat quietly to the side, enjoying Miss Moran's performance and nodding in agreement from time to time.

Fortunately, five minutes later, Miss Moran managed to steer the conversation back to the main topic.

"Mr. Winslow accompanied me to yesterday's concert. We queued together, and once inside, he very gentlemanly gave me a seat near the back. Then, I saw Miss Alicia's new look; that tuxedo was absolutely stunning..."

"Ah, we shouldn't be talking about Miss Alicia. These two gentlemen probably didn't see last night's concert."

"this……"

Smith looked grim. He wanted to say that he had gone to a concert the night before, but the thought that Ms. Moran might keep bringing up the topic made him realize he shouldn't do it.

In the end, he nodded sadly:

"Yes, so let's get back to Mr. Winslow's topic."

"Okay, let me think. It was around 10:50 when the concert ended. There were a lot of people leaving, and Mr. Winslow asked me to wait a moment, so we started to leave around 11:00. After leaving the racetrack, I had some urgent business to attend to, so I separated from Mr. Winslow for a while. When I came back to look for him, he was gone."

"So, Miss Moran drove home alone afterwards?"

"I waited in my car for half an hour, and as everyone left, I got a little scared... After returning to the hotel, I knocked on Mr. Winslow's room door, but there was no response. In the morning, I asked the waiter, and he said that Mr. Winslow had not returned last night."

At this point, Miss Moran finally showed some concern, looking at Smith and asking in a trembling voice:

"In my memory, Mr. Winslow isn't the type to leave without saying goodbye. Besides, his luggage is still at the hotel and hasn't returned. Could something have happened...?"

"Don't worry, Miss Moran, we'll help you."

Smith had some experience in this kind of comforting work, and his few words, spoken neither servilely nor arrogantly, effectively suppressed the other party's unease.

"Now, there are some questions I need to understand. After the other party went missing, did Miss Moran contact any of his friends or family?"

"no."

"No?"

"Mr. Winslow didn't leave any contact information; all I know is his hotel room's landline number... Perhaps this information is in his luggage."

"Alright, before Mr. Winslow disappeared, did Miss Moran notice anything amiss?"

"Something's not right... I don't know if it counts, but when we parted last night, Mr. Winslow waved at me. At the time, I thought he was imitating Miss Alicia's gesture and waving back at her, but now that I think about it, it just feels a little strange."

"I see."

Smith stopped recording here, frowning, unable to think of anything for a moment, so he turned his attention back to Luo Qiu beside him.

"senior……"

"Miss Moran, there's a question I hope you can answer seriously."

Luo Qiu appeared indifferent to the case, but inwardly he was filled with suspicion.

So even if Smith didn't say anything, Luo Qiu would still ask him what he wanted to know.

"From Miss Moran's description, Mr. Winslow has been the one initiating most of the interactions over the past two weeks. So, I'd like to ask, how far did you two reach before last night?"

"this……"

"Miss Moran only needs to answer whether it's in the 'observation period,' the 'contact period,' or the 'honeymoon period.'"

"It should be the 'honeymoon phase,' but I still have some hesitation about this relationship..."

"Okay, I understand."

Luo Qiu smiled, leaned back in his chair, and began to quickly recount what had happened.

From Miss Moran's perspective, it was a chance encounter between her and Mr. Winslow, a fellow aristocrat from out of town. Because of their shared interests, they quickly became close. Miss Moran didn't reject Mr. Winslow's pursuit.

After they met, Mr. Winslow moved into the hotel next to Miss Moran's rented room. They then enjoyed a pleasant trip together and attended the concert the previous night. After the concert, Mr. Winslow disappeared.

On the surface, Mr. Winslow's disappearance may have been due to an accident.

After all, the two were still in the honeymoon phase. Regardless of who initiated things before, both should be quite proactive during this period, and generally, no particularly impolite behavior would occur. Therefore, it's highly unlikely that Mr. Winslow would choose to leave without saying goodbye.

However, thinking back to the situation at last night's concert, Luo Qiu felt a chill run down his spine.

Could there be some extraordinary traces in these?

But at that moment, he could only reluctantly say:

"Well, in that case, let's go to the hotel and find out what's going on. Maybe Mr. Winslow was just taken away by one of his unexpected friends and is now drunk in some bar."

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