With so many nobles present, how could they be silenced by Yang Ming with just one word?
Immediately, someone started shouting: "Whose child is this? Is he so uneducated? He is sitting there with his legs crossed while talking to his elders."
Yang Ming leaned back and sat more steadily.
A few more questions came from around.
But soon, an old man from the Saka family asked in a deep voice: "Xiaohui, do you know who the murderer is?"
"Yes," Yang Ming said calmly, "but I can't tell you now. A local police officer must be present."
"Why do you have to have a police officer present? Just say it and leave the rest to us."
"No one dares to take revenge on you."
"We all know your identity," an old man said. "Although Godoy's nephew does not have much ambition, our respect for the bloodline of our master has never changed."
Viscount Godoy Sacca's square, saggy face was a little red.
He almost retorted.
"But this does not mean that he was shot first and then stabbed," Merger said. "He could have been shot while he was injured and struggling."
Yang Ming said calmly:
"Everyone open the Empire Global Browser and search for keywords such as Saka, stabbing, assassination, serious injury and medical treatment. Wait patiently for two minutes. The search engine will give you the answer."
But now that the matter has come to this, Yang Ming can only bite the bullet. It is best to solve this small problem smoothly before the noble court arrives.
Sheriff Murger's eyes narrowed.
Yang Ming asked: "Will you hand over directly to the noble court?"
Chief Murger glanced around, raised his eyebrows slightly, took out his police terminal, opened the stereoscopic projection and scanned it quickly, and said in a deep voice: "It's not here."
"He said he wanted to come up and take a break, and he had a short remote meeting to attend.
Godoy came to Yang Ming's side, lowered his body with his hands behind his back, and asked in a low voice: "Have you really found the murderer?"
"It's not to show off, but I can't find a logical fulcrum yet," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I also want to explain this matter from the amount of blood on the ground and the micro-expression of death of the deceased, but I don't have that many living things.
Learn to reserve.”
There were dull footsteps in the hall on the first floor.
"At least ten," Yang Ming said softly.
The expressions of the three old nobles were gloomy and uncertain.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to directly take out the information given by Lu.
The waitress's legs collapsed and she sat on the ground: "No, it's not me, I'm not a murderer, police officer... I really am not!"
Yang Ming said: "But she had no chance to create wounds on the deceased's chest."
Big, maybe?
Is this thing possible?
However, at most it is embarrassing, and it is not a big deal for young people to make mistakes.
The waitress's hands were shaking, and she took out a pocket watch-like glass product from her bra, which was the deceased's network access terminal, and it was stained with traces of blood.
"It was an indoor shooting," Sheriff Murger said slowly. "In fact, the surveillance data we obtained showed that in the half hour before the incident, only the deceased entered this lounge. This lounge
It is not exclusive to the deceased, but is open to all guests attending the conference, and anyone can enter as long as there is no one inside."
Yang Ming asked: "What about half an hour further?"
"Hasn't the surveillance video been tampered with?"
"About who the murderer is."
"When we found the deceased, the blood on the ground had already coagulated significantly. At room temperature, it takes two and a half to five minutes for the blood to start coagulating.
Yang Ming sighed and continued:
"If the waitress stabbed the deceased forward first and then shot the deceased while he was struggling, then the period from the time the deceased fell to when she screamed to attract our attention was only a minute and twenty seconds.
"Come with me, Sheriff Murger," Yang Ming walked in front calmly. Deputy Sheriff Murger glanced at the group of people in the room, lowered his head and followed.
"If the shooting was inside the door, then the deceased and the murderer must be very familiar, at least familiar enough to take off their clothes in person.
"I used a very simple method to find out the real insurance fraud partner of the deceased. He also had several records of 'nobles being assassinated', and the time of the stabbing of the deceased happened to be staggered."
Yang Ming said: "I just searched some news on the Internet. Regarding the news about the deceased, I found three news about the baron being stabbed, but they were all in very remote areas... I think this may be a profitable business.
Way."
"If you insist, you can now tell me your wonderful reasoning."
"The crime of fraud is much lighter than the crime of murder."
After Godoy hesitated for two seconds, he quickly chased after him: "I'll go take a look! Don't make any trouble."
"My name is Hui," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Glorious Hui."
"I thought so at first," Yang Ming said. "Indeed, this is more logical. The murderer had a dispute with the deceased, seriously injured the deceased first, and then shot the deceased brain-dead."
——Law has sent over who the murderer is and a simulation of the crime process.
Yang Ming smiled heartily and said: "Don't you want to hear it? Maybe it can help you reduce some workload. Besides, I'm riding a tiger now and everyone is watching me."
The waitress trembled: "I just took his money to open this lounge at this time...I don't know anything else, really, I don't know anything, Mr. Sheriff!"
"
Yang Ming suddenly asked: "Sheriff, where is the deceased's network access terminal?"
Yang Ming said: "A gunshot wound and a chest wound. In the opinion of the police chief, who appeared first and who came last in the order of these two wounds?"
"I don't really like communicating with people like you," Sheriff Murger said in a low voice. "Just tell the truth and don't show off. I have handled more cases in so many years than you have read!"
"Let's get to the point," Sheriff Murger frowned.
Several young men glared at Officer Black Bear.
Yang Ming said seriously:
"This has nothing to do with anyone else, it is my personal insistence that a police officer must be present.
"The police currently suspect the waitress?"
"Let's go too," an old man whispered. "If this young man who claims to be brilliant is just trying to get praise, we must also consider how to maintain the dignity of our family."
"I'm the deputy chief of the local police station. You can call me Merg."
Sheriff Murger frowned slightly: "My team is still analyzing, and these details will be verified soon."
Sheriff Murger looked solemn: "You are assuming that you shot first and then stabbed. You need to find evidence to support your judgment."
Godoy's legs went weak and he almost lost his balance.
"It is possible. We will discuss this issue later."
It's just a baron dying, it's really not a big deal.
"But the aristocratic class does not represent absolute wealth. Just like this party, these three elders saved up funds. The funds were somewhat insufficient, so that the meals and drinks were very ordinary, but they looked more gorgeous.
"
Immediately a middle-aged man left quickly.
"Sir police officer," an old man said calmly, "you are facing the Saka family, please remain humble and polite."
The crowd around them suddenly became more commotion.
"It's obvious at a glance. There are no windows in this lounge. The public surveillance video is a networked police station server, so the possibility of being tampered with is low," Yang Ming said with a smile. "The murderer can only be lurking in here all the time."
"And in this plan, there must be a person who inflicts harm, and this person is the real murderer.
An old man said: "In that case, please ask the police officer waiting outside to enter the hotel."
Yang Ming said:
"She just took away the Internet access terminal. If I guessed correctly, the Internet access terminal contained the chat history between the waitress and the deceased, and that was what she wanted to take away.
"I have the evidence, it's at the scene, but it only takes a hypothesis to explain it clearly."
Yang Ming said quickly:
"Listen, I'm getting to the key part.
"She's not a murderer, Sheriff."
Yang Ming took the initiative and made a gesture of invitation:
"profit?"
Yang Ming nodded, already having a draft of his speech in his heart.
"Yes," Yang Ming said, "This is the key to this case. The Internet access terminal did not leave the hotel at this time. The waitress entered the room just to take away the Internet access terminal."
Yang Ming said: "Yes, we will talk about this later. This is also a flaw that the murderer accidentally revealed."
Many nobles around him breathed a sigh of relief.
On the way back.
Sheriff Murger hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and walked over. There was an instrument the size of a button in his hand, and he opened a pair of magnetic shackles.
"If a gun is fired outside the door, you can narrow the scope of the search as long as you determine who has the authority to open the door. The doors of the lounge are equipped with fingerprint recognition to open and close the door and automatically lock. The door lock is now functioning normally and has not been hacked.
Traces of invasion.”
"The time when the blood flowed out was most likely before she entered the room."
"The evidence is all in the hands of your police. You can just transfer a few documents across regions later."
Officer Black Bear shrugged and said calmly: "It doesn't matter to me. I'm just here to complete my job. Where is the murder scene? I haven't handled a case like this for more than a month."
They emit rays and model the entire room.
Merg nodded slightly.
"I actually like to observe the surrounding environment and people," Yang Ming said with a smile. "Tonight's party was a great experience for me. I observed many aristocratic families with ancient heritage up close."
The murder scene was in the lounge on the second floor.
"Yes, but for this kind of case, we must also make backups."
The surrounding crowd suddenly became commotion.
Sheriff Murger frowned and looked at Yang Ming.
Sheriff Murger said: "First the chest, then the skull, if you judge intuitively."
Merger shook his head, opened his coat skillfully, and took out two metal round cakes with a diameter of more than ten centimeters. He carefully activated these two tools and let them fly into the room.
The police officer's eyes were very sharp. He stood at the door of the conference room and glanced inside. Most people present did not dare to make eye contact with him.
The crowd in the conference room surged out and quickly followed.
He took off his hat and saluted, his manners were dignified and elegant.
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly when he saw this, looked at the complicated expressions and empty eyes of the aristocratic masters in front of him, and said slowly:
"Hoax fraud."
"Please follow me back to the police station to assist in the investigation," Chief Murger whispered.
"Madam, if you don't want to be regarded as a murderer and bear the death penalty of a commoner assassinating a noble, then hand over the deceased's Internet access terminal and tell the truth about what you did.
"Please be careful when dealing with such murder cases. Common people like me like to see the nobles suffer the most, so please treat them with caution."
"The state of the deceased can tell a lot," Yang Ming said. "His expression was frightened. Judging from the penetrating injury to the skull, the burn marks on the front end are more obvious, and the diameter of the wound on the back of the head is smaller, indicating that he was shot from the front. On the wall
The mark also proves this."
Sheriff Murger nodded: "Are there any other possibilities?"
"This waitress was his temporary partner. Her role was to open the room at the right time, scream, call the police and send the patient to the hospital, and rescue the deceased.
"The monitoring networks of hotels and other public facilities are all connected to our police server. We directly call the police server data," Chief Murger said slowly, "If the other party can modify our police server data
, that means that this is not a murderer we can deal with, but I can guarantee that the server will be unscathed."
Sheriff Murger frowned, jumped over the railing and jumped straight to the first floor, pulled out his laser pistol and quickly approached the target.
Sheriff Murger replied: "Seven people have used this lounge tonight. They all have alibis when the crime occurred. The deceased was the eighth user of this lounge."
Anyone who is not blind can see this.
Mo Ge Weng said:
"Now, the data from the crime scene has begun to be uploaded to the police network. When we received the alarm, we called up the information from the monitoring network. The suspect has been initially locked, and our team has begun to grasp various details. It took about ten minutes to complete
Preliminary results can be obtained.”
Yang Ming turned to look at the corner behind the crowd, and his eyes fell on the pale-faced young waitress.
"Well," the police officer nodded, looked at Yang Ming a few times, and felt that this was a student with little personal fighting ability, "What do you call him?"
In order to avoid being asked about details, Yang Ming continued:
"If my judgment is too different from the police officer's judgment, it will be unconvincing."
"When I first saw this murder scene, I was a little confused. Sheriff, look at these two wounds."
Sheriff Murger said: "Do you have any evidence?"
"Hui, why are you always staring at the back of my neck?"
Yang Ming leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, a string of data flashed across his glasses.
Yang Ming suddenly said: "Believe me, police officer, these are a group of imperial nobles who cherish their reputation and have noble character. They cannot tolerate the family reputation being hit, let alone the criminals going unpunished. If the relationship with them is stalemate, they will not treat you.
any good."
In the crowd, a middle-aged man slowly took two steps back, then turned around and left quickly.
"There are surveillance cameras in the corridor, and the surveillance cameras can be used as direct evidence. Did anyone shoot outside the door, Mr. Sheriff?"
"I have found the murderer, and I am asking you to be a witness by letting you in."
"Oh?" Mog frowned and said: "This is not the mystery game of your university club, nor is it the mystery novels you read. With modern crime-solving tools, those legendary novels have no value anymore. The police rely on details and evidence to handle cases.
!”
If that was the case, he didn't actually have to come forward before.
Well, having said too much, I have no way of confirming whether the door lock has been hacked.
This is a middle-aged man nearly two meters tall, with strong muscles all over his body. The large police uniform on his body is fully stuffed. His face looks like a chimpanzee, and his thick beard seems to have not been trimmed for a long time.
Yang Ming tapped the frame of his glasses with his fingers. The lenses of the glasses were slightly reflective:
"There are two questions: did the murderer shoot outside the door or inside the door.
Yang Ming calculated in his heart that no one would ask him to provide evidence to prove it now.
"Sir Sheriff, you can search her now."
"It is clearly stipulated in the Imperial Code that nobles cannot impose lynchings, nor can they replace the judiciary in any name and under any circumstances.
Sheriff Murger saw the messy scene in front of him and cursed in a low voice: "How many people have entered this lounge?"
The crowd separated to the left and right.
Yang Ming put down his crossed legs, stood up and stood next to Godoy, and together they looked towards the hall outside the conference room.
The expressions of the surrounding imperial nobles became colorful.
"Then come on, don't waste time," Moge made a gesture of invitation and took two steps back.
Yang Ming continued to sit there with his legs crossed, his expression was quite natural, and he naturally hid some nervousness.
"Huh?" Moge frowned and looked at Yang Ming, "What's the answer?"
Sheriff Murger frowned and looked at the body, then walked a few steps around the edge of the field.
A group of people raised their chests and raised their heads.
Yang Ming continued: "There are also some guests who appeared, and their clothes all exude the flavor given by long years. Of course, this is a good historical accumulation."
"Come this way, I'll take the police officer to the scene first.
Sheriff Murger said solemnly: "Why can't the murderer be the first person to discover the body?"
Yang Ming nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes," Sheriff Murger said, "She had no reason to open the room at that time. She had been in the house for half a minute and had every opportunity to shoot."
He underestimated the police's methods.
Yang Ming continued:
"The deceased was wearing a dress. The front buttons of the dress were open except for the bottom one, and the belt was also loose. It was obvious that he was attacked while taking off his clothes.
He frowned and asked: "I don't really like the way you nobles behave. Criminal cases should be left to us! Where is the murder scene?"
At least the honor of the nobility was preserved.
"Chief Mog, I already have the answer," Yang Ming said confidently.
This is much better than killing each other in the same family.
Officer Black Bear's mouth twitched slightly, then he squeezed an ugly smile and said in a low voice:
"What do you need help from me, a little police officer?
"Should I witness how you destroyed the murder scene, or listen to you read out the privileges of the nobility?
"You made me wait at the door for half a galaxy. Are you trying to give the murderer a chance to escape guilt?"
A black bear just broke into Yang Ming's eyes.
"Is it really that important to maintain decency? It's time for us to go back, Uncle Godoy."
“The deceased’s plan was to forge a case of intentional injury so that he could obtain the valuable accident insurance policy.
"Well," Yang Ming responded calmly, "I think I found it."
"Yes," Viscount Godoy Sacca walked up with his hands behind his back, "otherwise you will miss the last intercity express train. Goodbye, my dear family."
"I was wondering how resistant you are to anesthesia."
"Anesthetic? What do you mean?"
…
[PS: Writing this kind of chapter makes me vomit blood, so I’m too late to update, so I’m sorry.]