"Those guys at the police station didn't notice such an obvious flaw. It's better to expect them to solve the case than to expect a curly-haired baboon to play the guitar."
De Gaulle wiped his hair and was speechless.
Victor stared at the name and felt extremely surprised.
Is there really someone who can do the clone technique?
As predicted, what exactly does this policeman named Sanji want to do?
"Have you gone to see him?" Victor pointed to the list.
De Gaulle spread his hands: "Not yet, but I am preparing to do that."
After saying that, he grabbed the list and picked up the coat on the sofa: "Do you want to come together?"
After hearing this, Victor shook his head: "Sorry, this is not in my plan for today."
De Gaulle seemed a little disappointed: "Well, I hope that next time you come over, I will get new clues."
Victor glanced at the gauze around his neck: "I think you should stay at home for a while."
His proposal failed to gain the approval of the great detective. As the other party finished dressing up, Victor had no choice but to leave the Eye Detective Agency.
…
After they separated, Victor went to the Baiyin Road Anti-Suppression Department.
After saying hello to Miss Charlotte at the front desk on the third floor, he went straight to William Marshall's office.
The minister was still there, sitting by the window with his back to Victor. Outside the window was a gloomy but not raining sky.
Victor walked gently behind the minister and heard snoring, and the light from William's forehead was reflected on the glass of the window next to him.
It seems that Mr. Minister has been worrying about a lot of things recently, and his hairline seems to be high again.
The snoring was still there, and the last few times Victor came to see William, he didn't see him sleeping in the office. Maybe he was really too tired, so he tried to wake up the minister, but he patted the minister on the shoulder but got no response.
Victor yelled loudly a few more times, but William still didn't wake up. If he hadn't heard snoring, he would have almost suspected that William was dead.
At this time, he heard a voice behind him, so he stepped back and stood honestly in front of the desk.
Then, Amanda squeezed past Victor with a cold face, and took away the overflowing ashtray on William's desk without even looking at him.
"Ms. Amanda..." Victor greeted the woman hypocritically.
The other party still didn't look at him. After putting the ashtray away, he stared at William for a short while.
Victor saw Amanda pressing his temple with the middle finger of her right hand, and William suddenly woke up slowly.
"Oh... you finally woke me up in the most correct way." William showed a relaxed and natural smile to Amanda, but immediately, he found that Victor was also in the office, so he coughed twice.
He shouted, straightened his coat and said, "What's the matter? Mr. No. 99?"
Amanda didn't want to participate in their conversation, put away the ashtray and left.
Victor didn't show up, just dragged the chair over and sat down.
"There is something I want to ask you, Mr. Minister..."
William hummed, and Victor informed him of what De Gaulle had discovered.
William reached out and took out a cigar from the box. Just as he was about to light it, he found that the ashtray had been taken away, and his eyebrows under his high forehead immediately wrinkled.
"A clone? Do you think so?"
Victor shrugged: "Otherwise? Even if you travel between two places in an instant, there will be no gap without being noticed by others."
Unable to smoke, William could only hold the cigar between his fingers.
Although he looked a little helpless, it didn't mean that the minister didn't think about Victor's words.
Soon, he smiled slightly and asked Victor: "So... have you ever thought about another situation?"
"What's going on?" Victor was confused.
William stared into his eyes and said seriously: "One of Sanji is real, and the other one is fake."
"Are you pretending?" Victor chuckled, then his expression suddenly changed, and a possibility suddenly occurred to his mind.
"Being able to become someone and integrate perfectly into that person's life without being discovered by the person's close relatives and friends, what do you think this invisible technique could be?" William raised his eyebrows, but Victor already fully understood.
"You mean, the nocturnal performer?" He said this with almost gritted teeth.
William nodded, and the cigar would be put into his mouth from time to time, but the lack of that thing on the table always made him feel uncomfortable: "Amanda! Damn it...does it take so long to pour out the ash for me?"
"Could it be Donnie? He's the guy who caused the Blackwater Disaster and killed Father San." Victor asked calmly.
William leaned against the cushion of the chair and put his hand in front of his mouth: "It's possible but not absolute."
"Are there other seers of nocturnal aspects?"
"Of course, we have no way of determining how many secret transmissions there are in this world."
"Will the secret message disappear?" Victor was curious.
William shook his head: "I don't know, but no matter whether the number of secret transmissions is constant or not, if they can be converted between each other, then it is meaningless to talk about the number."
This is indeed true. There are path rules that allow the secret transmission of sex to be transformed, and there are offset rituals that turn the secret transmission of sex into a secret transmission without sex. Who can say for sure what a certain sex or path is?
How many secret transmissions.
Bringing the topic back, William continued: "The ability of the Night Aspect is the most insidious and cunning. The performer has no means of directly harming people, but he can lurk anywhere, making the victim unable to notice and recover.
It became even more creepy after I arrived.”
"Perhaps Chief Sanji can answer our questions." Victor suggested.
William said: "If there is still this person in the police station, it proves that he is indeed fine, and the performer pretending to be him should have escaped long ago."
"Did that guy appear at the crime scene to cover up evidence?" Victor wondered.
"I can't say for sure, our inferences are just inferences in the final analysis, but there is one thing that makes me doubt it."
"Um?"
"There are weird things in the records that Agent No. 13 retrieved from several crime scenes this time. Even if Sanji was pretended to be a performer, he wouldn't be able to do so many tricks. So I think the Police Bureau
There are also his accomplices inside."
Victor's expression changed slightly. Although he had guessed it from the beginning, it still felt different when he heard William say it.
William couldn't hold it in any longer. He stood in front of the window sill, leaned against it and lit a cigar, letting the ashes scatter on the window sill.
Victor found that he was yawning again, as if he hadn't slept enough.
"Sorry, I always feel sleepy if I don't smoke a cigar. I don't know if I have ever talked to you about my secret message."
"no……"
"Okay..." William didn't seem worried about revealing his abilities, "My secret transmission sequence is Tower, Prime Minister's Double Crown, and the secret transmission sequence is called Sleeper. Listen to this name, isn't it very impressive?
have no choice?"
Victor laughed dryly, but he didn't feel the same way.
William continued to smoke his cigar, then turned back to Victor and said: "If you have the spare time to continue the investigation, I would suggest that you, like the detective, also go to the Police Bureau to check who was responsible for the control of the crime scene at that time.
Work, I believe the young man named Henry will be happy to cooperate with you."