The Underworld Detective

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While waiting, Mrs Murong has been chatting with us for 10 years, when she met Murong Xiaolei and an unidentified writer, Mrs Murong is the director of the publishing company because she appreciates his talent.

The family at first objected, and Mrs. Murong's father wanted to find a portal to be happy. When they got married, they almost ran away.

Time proved that Mrs. Murong did not look away, and Murong Xiaolei did succeed, of course, more importantly, the emotions of the two were like glue paint.

Huang Xiaotao hugged the teacup and said: “It's enviable. It's like being a couple in a novel. ”

Mrs. Murong smiled. “Thank God I met him. ”

I suddenly saw a photograph on the shelf, taken while the couple were traveling, with the inscription "Sherlock Holmes” in the house behind them, Murong Xiaolei dressed like Holmes, a cape, a deer hunting cap, a cane and a pipe, totally classic Holmes style.

I suddenly figured out one thing, two exhibits on the scene, paper with the names of four people, that's four signatures, right? And the british hounds' hairs. Isn't that the Baskerville hounds?

Noting that I was looking at this photograph, Mrs. Murong walked over like a couple of Janes: “This was taken a few years ago on a trip to London, England, where Holmes was said to have lived, and he worshipped Holmes, so he borrowed his clothes to take pictures. ”

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Where Holmes lived? He's a fictional man! ”

“Really? I'm not sure.” Mrs. Murong replied.

I explained: "Baker Street 221b is the home of Holmes, a fictional big detective in the novel, because this character is so popular that many travelers to London come here to visit, and then gradually this attraction becomes available. ”

Mrs. Murong laughed: “So I thought Holmes really existed! ”

“Honey, who's here? ”

At this time, a door opened on the side, Murong Xiaolei walked out in a homewear, with a well-made wooden pipe in his hand, and saw us. He looked at us with a bright light: “Oops, rare visitors, I can't believe that Song Dashen Tan and Miss Huang came to the door personally. Wife, do you know who this is? That's what I've been telling you about contemporary Song Chi, Xiao Gon Tang Song Yang. ”

Mrs. Murong also opened her eyes in surprise: "Oh, disrespect, my husband often mentions you. ”

“Prepare dinner quickly… No, call Yanfu to make the best table for delivery.” Murong Xiaolei shouted.

And I said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. ”

Mrs. Murong said to cut the fruit and left. Murong Xiaolei sat on the sofa and handed me one of the cigar boxes. I waved my hand and refused. He asked with a smile: "Nothing happened to the Sanbao Palace. What can you do for me? ”

I was going to say investigate the case, and suddenly I said, "I want you to help me analyze a homicide. ”

Murong Xiaolei lit up the cigarette. “It's a real honor," he said. "What kind of case would make it difficult to pour down the Song Dashen? Tell me about it. ”

I said two murders in a more objective way, not mentioning that they were sprayers, and after that I asked, "What kind of person do you think the murderers of these two murders would be? What's the motive? ”

Murong Xiaolei shrugged, and I watched his micro-expression throughout, and his performance was very natural. After a moment of reflection, he said: “At first glance, there was no connection between the two murders. The dead did not cross, but Song Dashen Tan just said," What kind of person would the murderer be? "indicating that you have decided that this is a serial killing. Is Song Dashen hiding something? Are you deliberately testing me? ”

Huang Xiaolei's face was surprised. I was also surprised. I wondered whether Murong Xiaolei was acute or did know what was going on. Murong Xiaolei said: "You came to me, mostly because this case has nothing to do with me? ”

Speaking of which, I don't have to hide any more. I smiled: "Yes, you may not believe it. Both are your readers...”

I reported the ids of the two of them and listened to Xiaolei Jiaorong nod: “I have the impression that they are usually more poisonous and often make more radical remarks. That's why you came to me. You guys don't suspect I did this, do you? ”

After that, Murong Xiaolei smiled.

I said, "I don't think suspicion is offensive, I'm used to hypothesizing a person as a murderer and rebutting it. ”

“Understand. Understand. This is your job.” Murong Xiaolei replied.

“Then I'll get right to it. What are you doing after 9: 00 p.m. to 12: 00 p.m. on December 24, 8: 00 a.m. to 10: 00 a.m. on December 26, and 10: 00 p.m. on December 28? ”

Murong Xiaolei said slowly: "Song Dashen, do you remember your breakfast the day before yesterday? ”

I knew what he was going to say, and I expected it, and I didn't say anything, and Murong Xiaolei said, “I can't remember exactly what I was doing a few nights ago. If I came up with the alibi, it would be suspicious, wouldn't it? But my life has always been more regular, I usually work in the afternoons and evenings, I read in the morning... if you don't believe me, you can ask my nanny who cooks at home. ”

“Tell me her name? Contact details." Huang Xiao Peach pulled out a small book.

And when I wrote it down, I said, "Let's talk about it, why do you think these two readers died strangely? What do you think when you find traces of similar books at the scene that prove that the killer has engaged in some sort of ritual sexual activity against them? ”

“If this plot happens in my novel, I have several answers. The first is that I did it, and I think it's the least suspenseful one; the second is that it's a pseudo-serial killing, and the killer is really going to kill one of them, and he deliberately fabricates this connection to guide the investigation; the third is a real serial killing, and the killer is particularly averse to this kind of person, and maybe the killer is one of my readers.” Murong Xiaolei analyzed.

And I said, "How many readers do you have? ”

“There are over 300,000 online. ”

I laughed: “Well, let's take it easy, assuming it's the first one. At present, there is evidence that the murderer is a very Holmes admirer, he...”

Murong Xiaolei listened very carefully and I stared at his face without blinking and continued: “He engraved a Holmes quote on every dead man! ”

Murong Xiaolei's calm face suddenly showed disgust and disgust, the cigar in his hand suddenly tightened, I deliberately distorted the details of the case in order to capture his flash of disappointment.

Turns out I'm not disappointed. He knows I'm lying!