Two days later, John's body was discovered by the police. It turned out that Mr. Cat's reasoning was very accurate, accurate enough to make people doubt him...
The young police officer Amberley is a very capable person, but he was completely lost on this matter. The only reasonable explanation he could think of was that Mr. Cat killed someone. But this conclusion was immediately overturned by himself.
, because no common sense could support this seemingly correct reasoning. So Amberley changed his mind. He believed that the detective Mr. Logan from the East was actually an extraordinary and arrogant detective. His impoliteness that day was very shocking.
It is obviously a sign of arrogance, but he is too impetuous to accept the fact that others are better than him.
After thinking about it this way, Amberley felt that everything was very reasonable. He decided to visit Master Cat again, apologize for his actions, and humbly ask the god for some advice.
On September 25, London ushered in another cold and foggy afternoon.
Amberley walked to Master Cat's residence alone and knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Wang Xu's voice came from the room.
Amberley walked into the house and saw Mr. Atkinson playing with a strange bamboo scroll, which was filled with square characters that he could not understand.
"Hello, Mr. Atkinson, I hope I haven't disturbed you. Is Mr. Logan here?"
Wang Xu said without raising his head: "He is handling a case. He went out in the morning. He went with a police officer named Henry Bart. He didn't say when he would be back, but I think it will be soon. You can wait here for a while.
, if you don’t mind, I’d also welcome you to stay for a casual meal.”
Amberley looked a little disappointed, but he still said: "Thank you, I think I will just sit here and wait for him." He sat on the sofa by himself, while Wang Xu was still busy with the matter at hand, concentrating on it.
Li couldn't help but ask: "Wouldn't it cause any inconvenience to you if I stayed here?"
Wang Xu was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and smiled: "Oh, I'm really sorry. I was a little too involved. Of course there is no inconvenience. In fact, I just wanted to take a break and find someone to chat." He said
The chapter on subduing demons was casually placed on the table.
Amberley saw that what he said was sincere and not like polite words, so she started chatting. After a few pleasantries, Amberley asked about what she was interested in: "By the way, Mr. Atkinson, you
He was Mr. Logan's assistant. Do you know how he deduced that Tramp John had died that night?"
Wang Xu laughed and said, "Um... I'm not sure. He's a detective, and I'm just a handyman." He regretted this sentence immediately after he said it, thinking that the longer he lived, the longer he would go back.
What a tragedy...
At this moment, the conversation of two people came from the stairs. One of them was obviously Mr. Cat, and Amberley quickly recognized the other's voice. It was one of his colleagues, Henry Bart.
Until Mr. Cat opened the door, Officer Bart was still nagging: "You can't do this! Mere speculation cannot be used as evidence!"
Mr. Cat yawned and said, "I'm too lazy to explain to you. If you think it can't be used as evidence, just don't believe it...think of other ways yourself."
Amberley stood up at this time and said: "Hello, Mr. Logan, please forgive me for visiting. I am here to apologize for being rude last time."
Mr. Cat waved his hand and told him to sit down: "That's okay, Mr. Amberley, you don't need to apologize. You are a very good detective and a young man with a bright future. By the way, why don't you come and advise you on this for me?"
Desperate colleague." He pointed at Bart who was chattering behind him.
"Oh!" Bart rolled his eyes helplessly.
Amberley said: "Mr. Bart, can you tell me what this is about?"
Bart replied: "Amberley, you are here just in time. Listen to me, what happened is this. Last night, the Harty Brothers store on Highland Street was burglarized. Coombe Harty reported the crime in the early morning.
He was sleeping on the second floor of the store at the time of the incident. Because the thief made a lot of noise, he grabbed a cane and rushed downstairs, but the other party seemed to have noticed him, so he ran away immediately.
Several police officers on the night shift and I were dragged to the scene by Hattie before dawn. I thought this would be a very ordinary case, but guess what? When we walked into the store, we saw
What an incredible scene. All the stolen things were returned! Moreover, everything in the store was put back to its original position without any trace of being stolen. If it weren’t for the broken store door, I would almost have wanted to
Think Hattie is fooling us."
At this time, Mr. Cat closed the door and ran to sit on the armchair by the window. It was his favorite seat, but he only showed disdain for Bart's narration.
Amberley showed considerable interest and confusion, and asked: "Can you be more specific?"
Bart nodded and said: "According to Combe Hardy's description, he felt very tired after having dinner last night, so he went to bed early. It was his brother Lester Hardy who was responsible for closing, and then his
The younger brother went to a certain tavern to hang out, and it wasn't until noon today that someone found Lester, who was drunk and in a puddle in a back alley.
I originally suspected that this matter was a prank played by his drunkard brother and a few bad friends, but there were countless drunkards who could provide him with an alibi last night, including of course a relatively sober bartender.
So my investigation came to a deadlock. Koum Hatty said that when he rushed downstairs last night, the house was in a mess. Almost every place had been turned upside down, and all the financial items that could be taken away were gone.
It was completely wiped out, so he didn't care about the broken door lock and rushed to the police station to report the crime. He thought that there should be nothing worth stealing in the store, unless someone wanted to go upstairs and take away the bedding from his bedroom.
From the time he reported the crime to the time we arrived, it only took about twenty minutes to go back and forth. You know, the two things Hattie sells in the store are large items. My brother makes plaster busts for people, and my brother is a carpenter who makes cabinets.
This is not something that can be easily returned to its place in a short period of time. It requires at least three strong adult men to do it.
Tell me, who would rush into a store to steal and then come back to clean it up in the end? Even more bizarre is that even the drawers that were messed up were sorted out, even more tidy and orderly than before, and the stolen money was returned.
Already."
Amberley turned to look at Mr. Cat, and then asked Bart: "So you came to ask Mr. Logan?"
Bart said: "Yes, I heard that he is currently the best private detective in London, so I came to ask him to provide some advice." His next words seemed to be for Mr. Cat: "So I asked Mr. Logan
Please go to the scene. At first, he checked every place very carefully and asked some questions. Unexpectedly, after reading it, he immediately told me that this "extremely boring case is over". He also told me that the prisoner is Ha
A certain customer of Brother Di's store is a high-ranking official, and he personally visited the scene of the crime last night. I just need to find a person who meets the above conditions, confirm that he has no alibi, and the case can be closed immediately.
"
Amberley thought for a while and tried to connect the clues in his mind. Unfortunately, he couldn't get the result of Mr. Cat's reasoning no matter what. He had to say: "Okay, Mr. Logan, I don't know how you did it."
It works, just like in John's case, you always miraculously give the answer directly."
Mr. Cat replied disdainfully: "Bullshit! Only Conan can magically string together completely unrelated evidence to get the answer. My reasoning is very rigorous and scientific, but it just looks like jumping thinking to ordinary people."
That’s all.”
Amberley looked confused: "Conan? Is that also a detective? What a strange name."
Bart interjected: "I do know that there is a budding detective novelist named Conan Doyle."
Mr. Cat said: "I think you saw his work in last year's 1887 Beeton Christmas Annual. In fact, this is the only detective novel published by Mr. Conan Doyle so far. I am also very optimistic about him.
If you are interested in collecting, I think a novel signed by him will have room for exponential appreciation in the future... But the Conan I just mentioned is someone else, and you don't need to worry about who he is.
It is enough to know that the reasoning I have made is correct."
Bart said: "Oh! That's enough! I can't just search the mansion of a dignitary based on your conclusive imagination. Do you know why? Because I will go back to the police station with your inference.
You will only get ridicule, not a search warrant!" He put on his hat, saluted Amberley, nodded to the other two people in the room, and then left the room angrily.
After he left, Amberley said: "Please forgive him, he is a good policeman, but he is very rigid in his approach and does not know how to be flexible."
Mr. Cat sneered twice: "So... our young Amberley has become the police chief responsible for homicide cases, while Bart, who has passed his forties, is still dealing with small cases like burglary.
.”
Wang Xu said to him in Chinese: "Don't speak too harshly, your image is already very bad."
Amberley just smiled at Mr. Cat's words. In his heart, Mr. Logan was a decent gentleman except for his perverse temper. He changed the subject and said: "Actually, today, besides having to worry about what happened last time,
Apologize, there is a new case and I would like to ask for your opinion."
