On the quiet street at night, Ma Wei looked at the policemen in front of him in disbelief: "How did you die?"
"have no idea."
"When did you die?"
"have no idea."
".What do you know?"
"We know you are one of the suspects."
The leading police officer showed the revolver on his waist. This thing is much more advanced than a flintlock pistol. It is a product of the new era. The rotating magazine can fill five rounds of bullets. It has a simple structure and is not afraid of dumb bullets at all.
"To go or not to go?" he asked.
"Walk."
Ma Wei replied without thinking.
Hearing this, the police officer smiled, put down his lifted clothes, and asked his men to call the carriage over.
This trick has been tried and tested many times. Whenever he encounters a case, as long as he shows his revolver, the suspect will either cooperate obediently or turn around and run away.
For a criminal suspect who turns around and runs away, he will not hesitate to pull out his gun, knock the suspect down with one shot, and then
The case can be declared closed.
It's neat and tidy, and you can go to the pub for a nice drink after get off work.
pity
It seems like I can't do it today.
Riding in a rickety four-wheeled carriage, Mavie and Yunia drove towards No. 155 South Street under the strict gaze of two policemen on the opposite side.
On the roof ridges on both sides, countless petite figures followed closely, nimbly crossing the gaps between the houses, one after another, silently and continuously.
"Brother, meow, the master has been captured by the police, should we take action?"
While looking at the carriage below, Xiao Hei asked Fat Orange for his opinion: "With just four police officers, as long as we swarm up, we can definitely end the battle in an instant!"
"Do it? Do you want to kill all the policemen below?"
"Even if I don't kill them all, I can't watch my master being kidnapped by them. My master is innocent, nya!"
"Since he is innocent, why would he want to rob someone?"
"What if those policemen slander the master? I don't think they are very smart!"
"If you rob someone before the outcome of the case, you can save him, but at the same time, he will be charged with murder." Fat Jue said in a deep voice: "Human society has their own rules, and we cannot act rashly. If these
The police dare to slander him and lay unfounded charges on him, that is the reason why we should take action, do you understand?"
"Meow, I know, brother."
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Ma Wei, who was unaware of Maomao's conversation, came to South Street again. The door of House No. 155 was full of people, all wearing clear blue tuxedos. Through the ajar doors and windows on both sides, people could occasionally see
To the curious eyes of the melon-eating crowd.
"Inspector Macmillan."
The police officer responsible for detaining Mavey came to a thin middle-aged man with a yellow face and a round hat. He raised his hand and saluted: "I brought the suspect Mavey Enders over."
"Um."
Inspector Macmillan looked at Mavey, with one hand in his gray woolen coat, and asked in a routine manner: "Are you Mavey Enders, the priest of the Church of Truth?"
"That's right."
"What did you do at Mrs. Maggie's house at 2 o'clock this afternoon?"
Facing this kind of normal and easy-going interrogation, Ma Wei was initially hesitant to calm down, but the police officer's confused appearance just now had a great impact on his soul. Although he knew that the police system of this era was so fucked, but when
Even if trouble befalls me, I still hope to see normal people.
It was obvious that Inspector MacMillan in front of him was a normal person.
"I was entrusted by the believer Jacob Valentine to resolve the conflict between him and Mrs. Maggie."
"What contradiction?"
"About the ownership of pets."
"Yeah, just like Jacob Valentine said."
Nodding slightly, Inspector Macmillan turned to look at the police officer beside him: "Why hasn't Private Detective Deloch Holmes arrived yet? He arrived in New Ross yesterday!"
"It should be there soon." The police officer scratched his head: "We sent people to find him an hour ago."
Da da da.
The sound of the cane hitting the stone bricks came from a distance, and each beat of the rhythmic melody was like a jumping note in a piece of music. As soon as you heard it, you knew that the owner must be in a good mood.
Everyone, including Ma Wei, looked back and saw that at the end of the stone sidewalk, the red light flickered on and off, getting closer and closer. Soon, a man walked out of the shadows holding a cane and holding heather in his mouth.
A tall man with a pipe and a tall black felt hat.
"I smell a crime." He said, "McMillan, what's going on here?"
"Holmes."
Inspector MacMillan pressed his forehead and said with a headache: "I shouldn't have sent someone to find you, because you would have followed the case and come here. Haven't you seen my men?"
"No, I was walking on the street and somehow ended up here." Diloch Holmes shrugged: "Your face looks like pickled saury. Who is dead?"
"Maggie Kris lives here. She is a family seamstress. Her husband died of illness last year and she has a daughter."
Without much greeting, Inspector Macmillan obviously understood Holmes' temper and directly began to introduce the identity and background of the deceased.
after listening
Diloch Holmes didn't even look at the scene, but directly raised three fingers: "I want to see Jacob Valentine, Gilbert Wilkin and the pharmacist Giuseppe Diaz."
"They are all already here. They are in the house."
Inspector Macmillan arranged everything, and was about to walk into the house when he suddenly remembered something. He stopped and looked at Mavey beside him: "Holmes, there is another suspect, Mavey Enders, Truth."
Father of the church, don’t you want to see him?”
"He is not a prisoner, why should I see him?"
"He also came to the deceased's house this afternoon. He must be suspicious!"
"McMillan, look at his shoes and nails. They are clean and tidy, with no mud at all. He is also very well-dressed. Such people usually have severe mysophobia. When I was walking, I found that here on South Street
There is wet mud everywhere, and your shoes will get dirty after just a few steps, and you can’t see clearly at night, so you can accidentally get it on your clothes.”
"Then couldn't he clean up the traces after committing the crime?"
"The body of the deceased was found because of a barking dog, which means he died around 6 o'clock in the evening. This place is 30 minutes away from the Church of Truth, even by horse-drawn carriage. He had no time to clean up the traces after going back and forth. Furthermore."
Diloch Holmes turned around, his gray eyes looked up and down at Mavi, and finally stopped at Yunia beside him: "He also brought a little girl with him. Her clothes and shoes were equally clean, but there was some cream left at the corner of her mouth.
This shows that she had eaten pastries not long ago. Pastries with cream are not cheap, and as far as I know, there is no pastry shop in New Rose City that sells pastries with cream, so the cream pastry she ate must have come from a wealthy person.
Home for people, made by professional pastry chefs.”
Amid the dull gazes of the people around him, Holmes raised a strange smile on his lips: "Macmillan, don't you still understand at this point?"
"Can't he leave his daughter at home and commit the crime himself?"
"You still don't understand"
Shaking his head, Holmes sighed and said quietly: "Being well-dressed and having a mysophobia proves that Marvey Enders pays great attention to his appearance. This kind of person usually has a deep understanding of his own identity, commonly known as idol baggage, and generally does not
He will commit the crime himself, not to mention there is no mud on his feet. The possibility of walking to South Street is almost zero. Just ask the coachman in the city to know whether he has been to South Street at night. Secondly, "
"Since he can let his daughter eat cream snacks, it means that he is not short of money or knows a rich person, and has a good relationship with the person, and is close enough to take his daughter to the person's house to eat a lot."
"Let me ask, a priest who has the burden of idols, pays great attention to his words and deeds, has contact with the rich, and does not seem to be short of money. What reason does he have to murder a tailor who lives in a poor South Street? He has enough
Our resources and connections make the other party's life worse than death, so there is no need to kill!"
Amidst the admiration of everyone's sudden realization, Ma Wei's eyes gradually lit up.
He pursues the truth and knows that there are three kinds of truth.
Spiritual truths, geometric truths and logical truths!
The private detective named Diloch Holmes in front of me has clear logic and quick thinking. Isn't he the perfect fit for logical truth?!