The Underworld Detective

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Murong Xiaolei smiled calmly and asked: "What is the carving on the deceased? ”

I pretended to recall: “The first victim was… ‘to rule everything out, and the rest, even if no longer possible, is the truth.'”

Murong Xiaolei nodded: “From the Four Signatures!" ”

“The second victim was‘ you're watching, not watching, and the difference is obvious. ’ ”

“Bohemian Scandal! ”

“Looks like you like Holmes.” I was surprised.

“Yes.” Murong Xiaolei laughed: “I think Holmes opened up the genre of Benger's reasoning, it is an insurmountable monument. Do you like it too, Detective Song Dashen? ”

I replied: "The Holmes Explorer is my favorite book in middle school and the only inference novel I've ever read. ”

Murong Xiaolei was quite satisfied: “Consistent interest! So, if you found a handwriting on the deceased, and it's not faster to do a handwriting test, why bother coming to me? ”

I stuck it in my mouth, and he instantly saw the crack in my lies. I noticed that his eyes were wide, not only staring at my face, but also sweeping my hand, who was indeed as good at analysis and observation as the rumors.

I had to answer: "There was no comparison of the samples. ”

“I can prove my innocence. ”

Go ahead, Murong Xiaolei walked into the other room and brought me a book and a pen. Dragonfly Phoenix wrote on the door page: "Give Song Yang a gift and wish him well in solving the case." Then he signed his name. He handed me the book and I thanked him.

My phone shook up a little bit, so I handed Huang Xiaotao a look and said, "Let's go. ”

Murong Xiaolei stood up and asked, "Aren't you staying for dinner?” He said a kind word, but it was a courier move, and he didn't want to leave us.

I said, "No, come back another day! ”

Murong Xiaolei kept sending me to the door and said some cold words. After closing the door, Huang Xiaotao asked: “Did you just test him? Why don't you investigate further? Maybe you'll show up. ”

I couldn't help but exclaim: “He's smart, criminologically savvy, and that's Holmes in the East, so ordinary means don't work on him. Besides, procedurally, we don't have the right to search right now, so let's call this a mountain tiger. ”

Huang Xiaotao was shocked: “Knocking on mountain tiger? So you think he's a suspect? ”

I laughed, “I'm not sure. I just made a little move. ”

I took out my cell phone, and the message I just sent was old. He only sent one OK gesture, and I dialed over and asked, "Did you find it? ”

“Got it!” Answered the old man.

“Okay, come out and eat, I'll buy you.” I'm glad to say.

“Well, well, go to the Chongqing Hot Pot Shop across from the city hall. I'll have to kill you tonight. ”

Hanging up the phone, I made a 'walk’ gesture to Huang Xiaotao. Huang Xiaotao smiled bitterly: “Sell Guan again! ”

We met the old man at the hot pot store, and Sun Bingxin also wanted to hear about the progress of the case, plus a meal to join him. We picked up a bakery, and after ordering the dishes, I asked, "What have we got? ”

Old man opens the notebook: “He's clean on the computer, it's full of writing materials and pictures. Anyway, I copied them all down. See for yourself! ”

Huang Xiaotao was in the fog of the cloud: “What's going on? When did you do it? ”

I laughed and explained, just as I waited for the Knife, I sent a message to the old man asking him to hack into the Knife's computer for a while. When Chiyon Sheng knife came out, the computer was still on, just as we talked to him, the old man crossed Chen Kuang.

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “You really have two moments, I didn't even notice. ”

And I turned on my computer and I started reading, and there was a copy of the document, and it was this novel that I was currently serializing, and I just clicked on it, and I saw it online, and I pulled it to the end.

“Wow, there are no new chapters published, you can see them in advance!” Sun Bing-hearted jumped excitedly.

The three of us came together to browse this volume about a serial killer who was the sprayer of a book, but the technique was more exciting than what was happening right now.

Half the time, Huang Xiaotao said with surprise: "He is writing about what is happening now. ”

I laughed, “Maybe he made it himself! ”

Sun Bingxin couldn't believe his mouth: “Impossible, how could you kill someone with a thousand words! ”

Through this manuscript, I have basically determined that the Thousand Words has nothing to do with this case. There are two possibilities, one is that he is the murderer, the other is that he knows the murderer and has already communicated with him before the murderer committed the crime.

I said my thoughts, Sun Bingxin liked the writer and was reluctant to admit that the Thousand Words Sheng Knife was suspected of a crime. I said: "Then come and refute us and do everything possible to overthrow our thoughts. ”

Sun Bing asked timidly, "Is that okay? Isn't that adding resistance to the case? I know there can be no subjectivity in solving a case, and I should quit. ”

I said, "As a solver, we inevitably encounter cases like this. We have to learn to overcome problems that cannot be solved! ”

Sun Bing nodded: “I will try to be objective. ”

We discussed the first possibility, and Sun Bingxin immediately objected, saying: “If the killer is indeed a swordsman, he himself likes Holmes, why leave something related to Holmes at the scene? Isn't that self-immolation? ”

I laughed, "Well said, that's a question! What do you think, Peach? ”

Huang Xiaotao thought about it and said: "Self satisfied love knot! Just as many criminals like to leave their mark, he is labeling a personal style. ”

I said, "I agree with that, too. Writers are contradictory lives, and they are both low-key and expressive. The crime itself is very similar to creation, making scenes and bodies in closed environments, and then showing them to outsiders, would he, as a writer, be compelled to leave symbols behind? ”

Sun Bingxin argued: “That doesn't mean he's the murderer? ”

I said, "This one really doesn't prove that we're painting, and all the contours match to bite him, which is only one of the lines. ”

“Well, I admit you have a point… does he have this strength? Isn't he a congenital heart attack? ”

“Congenital heart disease also does not mean that I am weak and weak. From my previous contacts, I think he is perfectly qualified in terms of physical factors, given that he is very healthy and that there is no need for weight in the current case!” I said forcefully.