Perhaps it has rained these days, and the roads in the town are a bit muddy. From time to time, you can see the animal circles of domestic animals on both sides of the muddy road, which smells very strong. Qin Lun lowered the small felt hat he snatched from the traveler, slightly blocked his face, bent down and walked towards the town with a small bag on his back.

Like all immigrant towns in North America in this era, the construction has just begun and the urban planning seems neat and simple. It is currently an agricultural town dominated by agriculture and animal husbandry. In addition to the black slaves in the plantation, most of the other white townsmen have their own land and livestock.

The town is vast and sparsely populated. In addition to the main building where people live, most of each household also has a forage warehouse, a livestock bar and a tool house. Especially the forage warehouse, which is almost more important than a granary. Without a granary, people may not starve to death. Without their own forage warehouse, others will not use the forage to help you raise livestock.

Qin Lun was watching while walking. He found that there was only one big road in the town, and at the end of the dirt road was a church and a small square.

Compared with other buildings, this church is the most magnificent, with a three-story Gothic structure with a bell tower on top. There are several wells around the small square, and a group of big and round village girls gathered in a few small circles next to the well, chattering lively.

Qin Lun walked here and had discovered his goal. He paused and turned into a tavern with oak barrels carved on the sign on the left side of the dirt road.

Perhaps because it was still early now, there were not many people in the tavern. The bartender behind the bar was holding a dirty rag and wiping the purple-brown walnut bar.

"Oh!" Qin Lun leaned over to the bartender, knocked on the table, reminding the bartender to come.

"What do you want?" The bartender was a young man in his twenties. He did not stop his work, but just looked up at Qin Lun and asked casually.

Qin Lun glanced at the young man. He was wearing a linen sweatshirt, covered with stains that could not be completely washed. Several threads were exposed on the cuffs on the forearm. The tiger's mouth was called into pieces, and the skin on the back of his hands was rough and molted.

Whether in terms of age or clothing, he doesn't look like a tavern owner. Otherwise, even if he is not well-managed, he will make himself dress for pastry. It is not uncommon for the tavern owner to be in the store. It is not the peak time for business, so the boss may be taking a rest and preparing to open in the evening.

"Give me a beer!" Qin Lun took out a 10-shin silver coin and put it on the bartender, pressed it with his finger and pushed it to the bartender, "In addition to wine, answer a few more questions from me, it is yours."

The young man looked at Yin Coin's throat and showed a flattering look on his face, and whispered: "You can ask anything you want, but the news I heard here is all rumors, and I don't guarantee it is true!"

This world is the image world of the earth, and it is the same in many aspects. In terms of England's ratio, one pound is equal to 20 shillings, and the silver coins of 10 shillings are almost half a pound.

Don’t think that the money is small. During the First Industrial Revolution, a female textile worker’s weekly salary was about one pound. In other words, they were only a little over £4 per month.

The textile workers at that time were also considered technical jobs. Although they were female workers, they were paid more than those of waiters in a colonial bar. Apart from that beer, Qin Lun's silver coin of 10 shillings was also the income of the bartender for four or five days.

Taking the monthly salary of 3,000 as an example, it is hundreds of oceans. The price is just to answer the news circulating in several taverns, and the young bartenders are of course secretly happy.

"Haha, my question is not difficult! Tell me who is the richest in this town, who has served in the service before... cavalry, sailor or officer?" Qin Lun asked with a flash of eyes.

Although Dana, the black girl rescued by Qin Lun, found Carmen's body, she had never seen the murderer, so Qin Lun didn't know that the murderer who killed Carmen was a humanoid creature dressed as a gentleman, and he could only use the clues at hand to reason.

Carmen had two fatal injuries, one was a large hole dug in the chest, and the other was a flat incision and the beheaded neck. Judging from the beheading injuries, the murderer was obviously a person who was good at using sharp blades and had a certain understanding of the human body structure.

There are many such professions, including chefs, butchers, doctors, soldiers, etc. If this person is in Mont Town, then he is most likely to be a veteran who has fought and killed people, and the possibility of several other professions is much lower.

Monte Town is a small town in New World developed by British colonists. Apart from the owners of the manors and slaves who came to start businesses, the immigrants here are basically bankrupt farmers, small handicraftsmen, proletarians, etc.

In this era, Britain had defeated many competitors on the ocean and had the prototype of an empire that would never set in the future. The country was strong and there was no war in the country. Chefs, butchers, and doctors all had skills. Among them, those with excellent skills rarely immigrated to the New World to make a living.

What's more, although chefs, butchers, and doctors can use knives, kitchen knives, bone knives, and scalpels cannot behead people cleanly. The knives used for beheading are generally long knives, and short knives can also behead people, but they require strong strength and extremely skilled killing skills.

Therefore, the most likely murderer is a veteran who has fought, and is a cavalry, sailor and officer who wear cavalry swords or scimitars. Ordinary soldiers of this era use fire, guns, guns, and guns, and guns with long daggers to stab people.

"Oh, then there must be only Lord Wilson. He is not only the richest and most prestigious person here, but also heard that he had fought with the French and Austrians before." The young man blurted out without hesitation, and he felt that the question was surprisingly simple.

Only when you have money can you arrange a ceremony venue, and only when you have murder skills can you prepare sacrifices. The young man's vocabulary Wilson fully conforms to Qin Lun's profile of the murderer.

"Sir Wilson? Lord, or Sir?" Qin Lun asked cautiously with a flash of eyes.

The British aristocrats of this era are different from centuries later, and their titles are still relatively valuable. Unlike in the future, all cats and dogs can get titles from the British royal family.

However, Lords and Jazz are different. The former is an honorary title that has made significant contributions to the country, and is licensed by the royal family and cannot be hereditary, while the latter is a hereditary title. As for the high nobles above the jazz, it is obviously impossible to come to the New World in person to be a farmer.

"This... seems to be a jazz!" The young man was a little uncertain. He had never paid attention to what formal titles others used to greet the big man. Even if he had heard of them, he was not very impressed.

Qin Lun nodded, and the jazz was right. Although the jazz was a hereditary title, such a lowest-level nobleman often fell into the family and could start a new business in the New World. Although the jazz was not hereditary, they were generally big names who gained fame and fortune with their significant contributions to the country in the present.

This kind of big man's industry in the New World may be just an investment, and he will not stay for a long time. Moreover, his every move has attracted attention, so it is hard to imagine that he would personally perform a blood sacrifice ceremony of some kind of cult.

"The last question...where does that big man live?" Qin Lun released his finger from the silver coin and showed an elegant smile.

More than an hour later, Qin Lun saw a rural manor.

Wilson Manor is located five miles outside Monte Town. It is a small building complex composed of a four-story Gothic main building and a bungalow. There is a small hill behind it, and on the left is a sugar-pressing workshop and a small racecourse. To the right and in front are lush sugar cane fields.

There is a mud road in front of the manor leading to Monte Town, which Qin Lun came on. Along the mud road, he could always see some dark-skinned slaves working hard in the ground.

The Gothic manor is probably where the owner lives, and the unfinished bungalows should be lived by slaves. Judging from the area of ​​this sugarcane garden, it is probably necessary to take care of at least more than a hundred slaves.

Qin Lun stared at Wilson Manor from afar and did not continue to get closer. His clothes came from a traveler, and the rough workmanship and texture showed that the outfit was not so decent.

Wearing this outfit, he was sure that the housekeeper of the manor would not introduce his master to him.

Sir Wilson's full name is Thomas Wilson, nearly 40 years old, in his prime. As Qin Lun speculated, the Wilson family had already lost their family more than 20 years ago.

In order to reorganize his family, Thomas Wilson chose to join the army when he was young. However, because he had no money to manage, even if he had a hereditary title, he could only start as a lower-level officer.

After struggling in the army for seven or eight years, and participating in the brutal seven-year war, he still couldn't climb to a high position. He chose to retire in a disheartened manner.

But he didn't expect that after retiring, he was lucky. After disappearing in the eyes of acquaintances for several years, he married the only daughter of a big businessman as his wife, and had a son and a daughter, and inherited a huge sugar cane garden in South Carolina.

"Will such a person really become a perverted killer? What kind of mysterious power does he have?" While being very interested, Qin Lun couldn't help but wonder if he had found the wrong person.

"What way should I use to get close to this big man?" Qin Lun glanced at his inconspicuous outfit and couldn't help but curl his lips. Due to time constraints, he obviously could not prepare properly and had to take direct actions.

"I'm just a white man with such simple clothes. I can't be a guest or a slave..." Qin Lun's eyes rolled around, "It's not possible to pretend to be a doctor or a civil servant in the past. Mont Town is too small, and Wilson must know all the people with identities in the town, so I can only choose a role that is not eye-catching but will definitely enter the manor."

Qin Lun blindly glanced around aimlessly and finally stopped gaze on the horse house on the left side of the manor.
Chapter completed!