I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 329 A Visit from a Blind Psychic
A taxi slowly stopped in front of the London Police Station.

The back door opened, and what stretched out was not a foot, but a cane.

The driver got out from the driver's seat and went to help the passenger in the back seat.

It turned out that the latter was a lady with eye disease and had difficulty moving.

After being supported by the driver and walking for a while, the woman smiled a little.

“Thank you for your kind act.”

"It's just a small matter. Do you need me to help you go in and talk to the police officers?"

"No thanks."

After a brief goodbye, the driver returned to the car and left.

But just as the other person turned and left, the trace of friendliness and warmth that had just appeared on the woman's face disappeared.

The white eyes were unfocused, but they seemed to be able to see through the door and the many walls in front of them and see the murderer in the interrogation room.

The sounds of a cane and short-heeled leather shoes hitting the ground were heard alternately, and soon the woman entered the police station and, with the help of the receptionist, went all the way deeper into the police station.

"Are you here alone? No one else with you?"

The police officer on duty was an older man. When he saw this blind woman, who was about the same age as his daughter, coming here alone, he couldn't help but show concern and started chatting with her.

"I originally wanted to invite my sister's husband, but he was busy with my sister's funeral recently, so I didn't invite him."

"I see... What's your name?"

"Just call me Darcy."

The woman with short white hair smiled politely.

"Does Miss Darcy usually live alone? What is her occupation?"

"I run an antique shop not far from my home."

"Antique shop?"

The police were a little confused when they heard Daisy's answer.

The most important thing about antiques is to identify their age and origin, which requires a very deep cultural background and considerable vision.

How does the blind girl next to me run an antique shop when she can’t see anything?

But if you think about it carefully, since the antique shop can be run, this lady must have her own little tricks.

Sure enough, Darcy soon spoke up to make additional explanations.

"Because I can't see, I've developed the ability to judge the condition of objects by touch."

"I see."

Hearing the tone of the police officer beside her that seemed to indicate sudden enlightenment, Daisy pursed her lips.

The actual situation was not as simple as she and the police described.

The shop she opened did indeed do some purchasing of second-hand items, but its source of income depended on her innate abilities.

Psychic.

Ever since she lost her sight due to pressure from a brain tumor, Darcy was surprised to find that her psychic powers had been enhanced.

You can learn about a person's past life experience by touching the items he carries with him.

Since then, she has been relying on helping people sense whether there are evil spirits in objects or interpreting the remains of the deceased's family to earn money for survival.

In fact, this industry is more profitable than Darcy could have imagined.

Not only was it enough for her to buy up old items that were cursed by evil spirits or that retained the resentment of the dead, but there was even a considerable surplus.

But Darcy never imagined that one day she would face the same situation as her clients.

Because her sister was murdered in a home break-in.

For Darcy, whose parents died early, her sister Danny is her only relative in this world. The deep relationship between the two is not comparable to that of ordinary sisters.

Daisy couldn't understand why her kind, optimistic and positive sister would die such a tragic death.

According to her brother-in-law, Dr. Ted, before her sister was killed, she had mentioned a sudden visit from a suspicious person.

The other party was one of the patients my brother-in-law had been in charge of, and he had committed the heinous crime of killing his own mother in the past.

There is no dispute as to who the prime suspect in this murder is.

After listening to the phone call record between her sister Danny and Ted, Darcy immediately identified the one-eyed man named Sasha as the murderer.

But Darcy, who was closely following the development of the case, discovered that there was a lack of decisive evidence to convict the other party.

From beginning to end, there were only confessions and the call records that could prove that the other party had appeared at the scene.

In other words, as long as the other party refuses to admit it, the police can only release him after 48 hours.

Even if the murderer confessed, based on his previous history of mental illness, he would not be able to pay with blood as Daisy wished. At most, he would be locked up in a mental treatment center and not allowed to move freely.

Who knows, he might be released back into society in the future due to good recovery.

"Why..."

Daisy's heart was filled with anger.

A good person like my sister could not have a good ending. She was brutally murdered, while the murderer was able to go unpunished.

This world is so unfair!
Just when Daisy was immersed in her own world and unable to extricate herself, a loud noise suddenly came from not far away!
The sound of the door slamming heavily against the door frame was clearly heard by the police officer and Darcy.

Then there was a heavy and hurried sound of footsteps coming from far away.

"Step aside!"

The person who came was panting heavily, and even though Daisy couldn't see him, she could feel his anger.

He pushed Darcy away and walked away.

Daisy hurriedly used her cane to stabilize her body, and then she heard the police officer's complaints from the side.

"Is this guy out of his mind? Damn it."

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay. What happened just now was..."

"His name is Zeke, and he's a nasty guy..."

The police officer paused for a moment when he spoke here, with a hint of strangeness in his tone.

"Shouldn't he be in charge of today's interrogation? Why is he rushing out at this time?"

"Forget it, don't think about it. We're almost at the interrogation room. It's just up ahead."

The police officer took one look at this frail woman who seemed so weak that she couldn't take care of herself, and gave her a kind reminder.

"According to the regulations, you are not allowed to enter. You can only wait for the interrogation to be completed, but at the moment, this does not seem to be going smoothly."

"Are you sure you want to wait?"

"Well, it's okay. I can wait."

"Ok."

Seeing that the other party insisted on doing so, the police officer did not say anything more.

"If you need anything, you can call the nearby police officers loudly. There are quite a lot of people on duty today, and someone will come to provide help."

"Thank you for your kindness. I am grateful for your care."

After politely saying goodbye to the police officer, Daisy prepared to find a seat and began her long wait.

But at this moment, the sound of a door opening was heard from the side.

……

Inside the room, the black police officer who was still there swallowed.

Can you tell so much from just three coins?

Could it be that the victim's family members are really on their way at this moment?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, Zeke, the partner who interrogated the prisoner, left immediately. According to the rules, he had to notify others and arrange for another person to come.

"I'm going out for a while now. You guys wait outside with me." The black police officer was a little frightened when he said this.

After witnessing the mysterious methods of the Asian youth, his heart was filled with awe for the former.

He was afraid that what he said was inappropriate and would anger the other party, so he would reveal all his dark history.

But the situation that worried him did not happen. The young man stood up from his seat, and seeing this, the black police officer tactfully helped him open the door.

"Don't worry, just wait here, everything will be fine."

Before leaving, Tom did not forget to comfort Sasha and reassure her.

The three of them left the room, and as soon as they went out, they saw a strange woman.

The latter wore a beige coat with a white knitted sweater underneath, a long skirt and high heels, exuding a quiet and elegant temperament.

The only unusual thing was that after they opened the door, the other party's first reaction was not to look at them, but to turn his head slightly, as if listening carefully to the movement.

The black police officer immediately recalled what the Asian youth had said before, and he subconsciously focused on the other person's eyes.

After confirming that the other party's eyes were distracted, the black police officer felt a storm in his heart.

quasi.

So accurate.

There are fortune-telling and psychic-related programs on TV, and there is also tarot fortune-telling and crystal ball fortune-telling in real life.

But this was the first time he had seen something so accurate that it was frightening!
At this moment, the black police officer was completely impressed by the skills of the Asian youth and no longer dared to question him.

Tom sighed again in his heart.

[Sure enough, people cannot be generalized. ]

My sister Katie spent a lot of time interpreting the hexagram, but it was ambiguous and might not be accurate.

When it comes to Su, he is almost about to reveal the color of the other person's underwear.

Then Tom began to have doubts again.

Since what Su Fan said was true, it meant that Sasha was very likely to be killed by the woman in front of him.

The other person looked like he couldn't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands, and he was also blind.

What exactly are the so-called special abilities?

The scene was eerily silent for a moment.

In the end, it was the other party who broke the silence first.

"Excuse me, are you the police officers in charge of interrogating the murderer?"

As soon as the woman said this, the black police officer's face changed and he spoke quickly.

"Miss, please be careful with your words. There is no conviction yet. You should call the person in the interrogation room a suspect."

While speaking, the black police officer secretly glanced at the Asian youth next to him, and was relieved when he saw that he did not look displeased.

However, this answer caused displeasure among the woman opposite.

"Hasn't he admitted his crime yet?"

The other person's brow furrowed.

"You must be a relative of the victim, right? We understand your grief over losing your family."

"But whether the suspect has really violated the law needs to be investigated before a conclusion can be drawn."

The black police officer's stubborn attitude finally made the other party unbearable, and he began to ridicule him in a sarcastic tone.

"Maybe my IQ is not high enough. I just can't figure out why a mentally ill person who once killed his own mother would visit a remote and sparsely populated family in the middle of the night."

"And coincidentally, this family was found murdered the next day."

"Can the clumsy lies that the other party told to get away with it overwhelm the obvious facts?"

"It's so sad, Mr. Officer. Maybe there's a piece of clothing in his house that still has my victim sister's blood on it."

The black police officer felt a little unhappy when he heard this.

He had already been very polite, but the other party was still being unreasonable and sarcastic. He really didn't know how to appreciate it.

But before he could open his mouth to argue, Tom fired back.

"The so-called murder is just your guess based on stereotypes, isn't it?"

"What if the same situation happened to a normal person?"

"In the final analysis, you are just blinded by your preconceived mindset. Don't think too highly of yourself!"

"Ah……"

Darcy sneered upon hearing this.

The person you were talking to defended the murderer at every turn, and he was obviously a friend or a hired lawyer.

She didn't bother to argue with such a person.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Daisy confronted Tom and the black police officer alone, showing no sign of weakness.

Just at this moment, a voice rang out.

"You don't have to argue with her."

The voice was calm and steady, without too much emotion.

"When someone is talking to you emotionally, the best thing to do is to leave her alone and let her calm down for a while."

Daisy couldn't see the speaker's face, but for some reason, her heart skipped a beat when she heard the other person's voice.

"You swear so confidently, calling me a murderer all the time."

"If you were given full responsibility for the trial and adjudication of the case, you would probably just do what you wanted and sentence the person involved to death."

"But have you ever considered the consequences if you wrongly accuse him?"

"Do you have the determination and preparation to take responsibility for a life?"

"Killing innocent people provides cover for the real murderer so that he can escape the punishment of the law."

"Is this what you call justice in your heart?"

One sharp question after another made Daisy gradually lose confidence.

"Then you, have no way to prove his innocence, right?"

She was no longer as aggressive as before, but still forced herself to question Su Fan.

Darcy had already sensed that the young man who spoke last was the dominant one among the three.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the two people who had been aggressive before suddenly stopped talking and listened to him quietly without interrupting.

"Whoever provides evidence, you first said he was guilty, so you should be the one to provide evidence."

"If you don't even know the most basic judicial logic, what else can you say?"

The voice was indifferent, which made Daisy hate it so much.

But suddenly, the other party's tone changed, taking on a slightly different meaning.

It's like I knew that things would develop in a bad direction, but I watched everything happen with evil taste and did nothing to stop it.

"Perhaps, you can use your special ability to see what he did that night."

"Seeing it with your own eyes is always more powerful than hearing it from others, isn't it?"

Daisy was suddenly stunned when she heard this.

But she soon regained her composure.

The other party may have known about your abilities through other people.

This should not be surprising.

(End of this chapter)