Chronicles of Mystery: The Scorpio Ritual Walkthrough part 1

Um, Sylvie LaRue. It's me, Olivier. Oh, hello uncle. Something wrong? Are you planning to visit Malta by any chance? Like right now? See, I found something on Gozo. What? The ruins we know so well hide something more. An under- How is that possible? The entry was hidden. But why? They hid something remarkable in there. This will help- Really? Nobody believes in my theories. You should come here and take- Oh, all right. I'll be- My old photo. It might come in handy. My plane to Malta is about to take off. I need to hurry. A great discovery awaits me. Materials to my archaeology book. Doesn't seem like I'll be finishing it anytime soon. My uncle Olivier. Undaunted explorer. My mentor. And a great authority. My parents. Ethnographers. What a life. Constant travels. Researching the vanishing cannibal tribes. I heard that my grandma was an enfant terrible. Well, I have someone to refer to, just in case. I hope Jeanette won't overfeed my beloved canary. I'd better switch everything off before I leave. Uncle is undeniably missing. And I can't see any message. Arabic gum. We would use it to put up funny advertisements. Uncle liked to light up his pipe after work. I remember, there's a hiding place behind this panel. I won't get it open that way. The compartment's blocked. The pattern on this vase seems mismatched. I'm good at this. I opened the hiding place. I have to pry this open with something. Oh, it went and bent. Hmm, I bent it slightly. I won't start my scooter with it now. In later chapters, the book was written in unknown writing. What are these paintings? I've seen that before. In a dream. A letter worthy of some attention. This note was not for me, but never mind. My uncle was clearly afraid of something. I need to find this Anderson guy. It looks as if my uncle left the flat just for a moment. My uncle must have been under a lot of pressure recently. This made him sleepless. What a nice smell. Violets from the Calypso meadow. My uncle's morning gown is still on the screen. He would never embark on a journey without it. Probably just left for Gozo. I'd love to get my parents' advice. Unfortunately, they're deep in some jungle. There's no post. Miss LaRue, I need to talk to you about your uncle. You knew each other. Huh, I don't remember you from my childhood. You two were friends. Oh, if I had been working here those days, you would remember me. Some folks here still reminisce about the mischief of three kids. Especially stealing the yacht and sailing out to sea. We just, um, borrowed it. If the Coast Guard had not meddled in our business, the yacht would have been back at the docks on time. Would you be so kind and finally introduce yourself? I'm a police inspector. My name is Gronk. Hmm, well, what's the deal with my uncle? It's a tad awkward. Excuse me? Your uncle worked on some research on Gozo. Yes, he's been working here for years, and he's responsible for many discoveries. We all know that. The professor is held in very high regard because of his scientific successes. Well, he was up until now. So you know he's lost the site? This is an outrage! When was the last time you spoke? Two days ago, on the phone. You didn't meet on Malta? No, not yet. He's not home. He must have gone to Gozo. I've been trying to get in touch with him for the past two days, but he has gone missing. Missing? What do you mean? He is not home. He is not on Gozo. He's not in any of the places he usually visited. Oh, I'm worried. My uncle led a life according to routine. Why did the police take interest in my uncle? Do you realize that precious excavations, stone tablets found by Mr. Leroux, have disappeared from the outpost on Gozo? No. When? Two days ago. After he lost the site? Do you think there's a connection? Yes, indeed. Someone took advantage the moment there was no one to lead the site. Another archaeologist, Henry Simon, took over. I don't think that was the case. Why? This is all too obvious. In my opinion, it was the professor who took the tablets and vanished. What? What an idiotic theory. You're out of your mind. No. I am seeking for the simplest of solutions. So, there it goes. A frustrated professor who had his research taken from him... You know what? Enough. ...decides to take back what he thinks rightfully belongs to him and continue his research in secret. So, Inspector, do you have any other questions? Oh, indeed. For instance, I'm curious if the professor talked to you about any details pertaining to his latest discovery. Details? He never got the chance. Just making sure. Will you continue your uncle's work? Yes. I will keep an eye on his house. It could be looted by collectors of some sorts. Thank you. That's very kind. I can even peep in, if you wish, to check to see if everything is all right. All you need to do is let me in. Spare the trouble. I don't think that's necessary. I speak as a concerned citizen. We're all proud of Olivier Leroux's heritage. Really? So, if what you say is true, why did they stop his works? You simply don't understand scientists' motives. My profession has taught me to distance myself from other people's declarations. Deep inside, we all have dark drives and desires. This professional suspiciousness clearly makes you sick. Only the sick know the value of good health. I don't believe you'll find the thief. In any case, if the professor shows up or tries to contact you, just let me know, will you? Well, I have to admit I am reluctant. You must. Otherwise, you might be treated as an accomplice. A short conversation with you, and I already feel guilty. We can help each other. Somehow, I doubt that. This conversation is really unpleasant. Goodbye. I am quite sure we'll meet again. Enjoy the silence. I really love the siesta time. Excuse me, do you happen to know Professor Leroux? Why, of course! We all know one another very well here. Though, frankly speaking, I haven't seen him for two days. Yeah, that's the problem. Hey, hold on! Your voice sounds familiar, but I don't know why. I hope you have some good memories about it. A girl hidden inside St. John's Church. Again? The shadowy past is upon me. I told her she couldn't stay overnight, because at night, the knights sleeping under the tiles wake up from their dreams. And she answered, yeah, that's the problem. Quite a memory you have, sir. Such events are hard to forget. You hid in the chapel where the Caravaggio hangs. St. John the Baptist's execution. Did you know that Caravaggio was a member of the Order? Yeah, I heard it through the grapevine. The great master, Aeloth de Wignacourt, was delighted when the artist painted his portrait. I would have been pleased myself. Caravaggio hoped he could win his pardon in a murder case. Unfortunately, he misbehaved again and was expelled from Malta. What a restless soul. And your name is, wait a sec, Ferrier? Nope. Ha, ha, yes, not Ferrier, it's Duval. My name is Leroux. Ha, ha, yes, just like the professor, of course. I remember, I walked you back to him. That is correct. So, what about the professor? Why were you asking about him? He's my uncle. He's not home and hasn't left me a message. I'm sure he'll turn up. I hope so too. Please come back later. I may have news for you. Okay. Have a nice day.