Chapter 899 'The Biography of Mususu' Detective Musu
Just as London is London, Paris is Paris and Belfast is Belfast.
In October 2010, Police Officer Price, who was investigating the homicide case in Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland, commissioned me to go to Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland, to investigate the homicide case.
During the rainy season, Belfast was shrouded in clouds, and the mist lingered on the streets. The train slowly stopped beside the platform. I followed the people getting off the train to the platform, and really got in touch with this building full of Northern Ireland architectural style.
Northern Ireland architecture.
Not far away, Officer Price and Detective Lu Li waved to me.
"Detective Mu Su, long time no see." Officer Pulis, who had not seen him for a long time, took off his woolen police hat to express his long time no see.
Detective Lu Li also lamented my arrival: "It was the last time I saw you."
"Put aside the polite words and tell me the trouble you encountered." I walked up to them and put down the heavy suitcase.
"Okay. Miklos Blevins is a standard Irish guy. He drinks alcohol, has rosacea, and has some connections with local gangs, because his family members are the mistresses of a gangster. So he often brings two
There was a lackey wandering around, and just two days ago he was found dead at No. 23 Mariner Quarter, and then—"
I interrupted Officer Price's story and looked at Detective Lu Li with dark eyes: "No. 23, Sailor Street. Isn't that at No. 23, Sailor Street?"
"That's right, it's No. 23, Sailor Street."
Officer Price explained bitterly: "So that's why Detective Lu Li is here too... We found Mick's body and Mick's gun that killed Mick in his detective agency."
"It seems that Mick chose to commit suicide in Lu Li's detective agency. I think I can go back." I prepared to return to the platform.
"Remember? This was a murder case." Pulis said that the case was not that simple, and led us into a police car and drove towards the Sailor Street.
The radio that was turned on played the classic old song "Beside You", and Pulis became silent because he couldn't listen to songs while driving.
The police car stopped in front of the townhouses surrounded by police cordons. Officer Price waved to the passing cafe waiter, "A cup of coffee will be brought up." He led us through the cordoned off crime scene and entered the murder scene.
.
The faded floor was painted with white lines representing the outlines of the deceased. Tables, chairs and bookshelves were messy and collapsed, as if a storm had raged - but the scattered fragments were swept together.
"Oh my god...the scene was destroyed..." Officer Pusius asked Anna who stayed in the detective agency: "What on earth is going on?"
"The cleaning staff came and cleaned the floor." Anna put the broom behind the door.
Pusius pointed painfully around the outline of the white line: "Where is the blood stain?"
"Erased together."
The rag stained with blood was hung by Anna on the handle.
"It doesn't matter, we still have-" Officer Pusius, who was looking at the window sill, suddenly couldn't make any sound.
The windowsill was filled with muddy water, covering up all traces.
"It rained a little early in the morning," Anna said.
"Well, it seems that none of our clues can be used. Two famous detectives started from scratch... so that this interesting case will be interesting, right?" Officer Pusius didn't think they could solve the case.
I placed the suitcase next to the clothes rack and squatted around the white line outline to search carefully.
Officer Pusius asked me what I was doing. "Looking for clues." I answered while running my fingertips across the floor, gently sanding the uneven old floor: "Clues will only be left to those who find them. The time of the incident is
when?"
"It's close to nine o'clock in the evening."
I walked over the white line outline and came to the window. There were usually people living on the first floor of this kind of building on the street, and there were also people living on the second floor: "The people who were not sleeping at that time must still be awake. What did they hear?"
Officer Price said: "Yes. Neighbors nearby said they heard noises and fights coming from the detective agency that night, and then everything suddenly stopped with the sudden sound of gunshots. After hearing the news, the nearby police station came to
Found the detective agency in a mess and Mick's body. The windows were smashed, there were footprints everywhere, and all the cash Mick had on him was gone. You would have seen this if it weren't for the damn housekeeping."
"The reason why a real detective is a real detective is because he is a real detective." I left the window and picked up the heavy suitcase next to the clothes hanger: "I confirm that this is a home invasion robbery and murder case, Officer Pusius
, please take me back to the station."
At this time, there were footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and the waiter appeared at the door with coffee: "Hello, whose coffee is it?"
"Mine." Officer Price said, walking past me to catch the coffee, "Don't be impatient, Detective Mu Su, the case is not that simple, because the case is not that simple. Huh? Why are you still here?"
The waiter at the door replied: "The cost of the coffee, plus tip and delivery fee, and tip, the total is 17 pounds and 80 pence, sir."
"What... do you know we are dealing with a case?" Pulis was stunned as he blew the foam on his fragrant coffee.
The waiter chewing gum glanced around casually: "This is none of my business, so the police officer plans to buy something without paying for it?"
Lu Li took out a wad of cash from his pocket and gave him some change.
"I hope you won't be arrested as a murderer by someone who can't find the murderer around you." The waiter muttered and left.
"Damn it, who are we handling the case to protect?" Officer Price shouted at his back, and then complained to Lu Li: "You shouldn't have given him money, but your habit of carrying cash is totally incompatible with that guy.
Like a bastard who dropped it."
"Maybe the murderer is Lu Li." I relieved the atmosphere for Officer Price's stinginess.
"Haha, that's a good joke. Detective Lu Li is our police's right-hand man."
The laughing Officer Pusius pointed at Anna and picked up the Glock pistol she was holding: "That's why I said this is not an ordinary case. The fingerprints on that gun were wiped clean, and ordinary thieves would not be so careful.
"
Lu Li took the pistol from Anna, who was wearing plastic gloves, and handed it to me for inspection. Just like Officer Pusius said, the murderer did not leave any fingerprints.
Officer Pusius sighed and said: "Detective Musu, if even you can't do anything, we can only leave our fate to fate."
As a famous detective, I did not give up easily and asked: "Lu Li, Anna, and Mick, what were you doing when you came to the detective agency?"
"Killing him."
Anna's calm voice sounded.
Her clear eyes reflected the sad Lu Li.
Ten minutes later, Anna was driven away from the Sailor Street in a flashing red and blue car.
I carried my suitcase and walked quietly into the misty streets. Because this was just one of the trivial cases solved by the great detective Mu Su.
