Mage Joan

Professor Moriarty looked deeply at the slightly embarrassed face of his ex-girlfriend, took off his hat and nodded, but did not say anything.

"Gleason, keep Kauffman and Josephine in separate rooms and hear them separately, lest they confess!"

Mr. Pinkerton stormed into the police hall and gave orders happily.

"You don't need you to teach me how to handle a case, Ted, I don't know how to do things in my place!"

Sheriff Gleason grumbled back.

The detective touched a nail, and the boss was boring. He rubbed the back of his neck, and turned towards Joan.

"Hi~ Professor, good morning."

"Good morning, Ted, listening to Joan, has your case progressed?"

"Yeah, it's all thanks to Joan's help, you cunning old fox, it is really rare to teach a good student with a smart mind and a sense of justice!"

"Oh~ You still said that I am a "criminal educator". Joan can be used as a counterexample to prove that your accusation is purely slandering. You can't be said that there is no more conscience and morality like me in the world. Noble teacher."

"Bah! When I'm a fool, believe your gibberish? Joan is just a special case. An honest student does not mean the teacher is just as honest."

Mr. Professor and Mr. Detective, each holding a pipe, glared at each other, spitting saliva and smoke at the other side, like two fire dragons fighting.

Joan couldn't stand the two old cigarette guns. After quarreling, they quarreled and made the room sullen. It really made him angry and funny.

He opened the entrance hall window, let in the wind to blow away the choking tobacco haze, and returned to the instructor, Mr. Peaceton.

"Joan, you came just right, and I have something to ask you for help." Pinkerton patted the young Master's shoulder, looking very affectionate.

"What can I do for you?"

"Do you know that spell? It's the spell that connects some people in the room to form an invisible chat network that can talk to each other remotely, but outsiders can't hear it."

Mr. Pinkerton had a difficult description.

Professor Moriarty could not help but sneer, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Joan gave a white glance at the tutor helplessly, suggesting not to be so rude.

The technique industry has specialization, and Mr. Detective is not an arcane spellcaster after all.

"Are you referring to "communication"? Mr. Pinkerton, this is just a simple trick, of course I will."

"That's good." Pinkerton held the pipe and made a circle. "You cast this spell now, pulling yourself, me, and Gladson into the private communication space created by magic."

"Next, we will interrogate Kauffman and Josephine separately in different rooms. Your spells will make it easier for Gladson and I to communicate the progress of the interrogation."

"Of course there is no problem."

Joan was about to cast a spell, and Professor Moriarty suddenly held his shoulder.

"Wait a minute, Joanne, join me in the communication network of "Communication"."

Joan hesitated a moment and turned to look at Pinkerton.

The detective snorted, but didn't object.

Joan assumed that he had acquiesced, and after the spellcasting, he pulled the tutor, the detective, and the sergeant into the private chat group he created.

"Good morning, Gleason." As soon as Professor Moriarty entered the group, he greeted the sergeant in the interrogation room far from the corridor.

"Good morning, Mr. Professor, it is great that you can assist the police in handling the case." Sheriff Gleason said gratefully.

"What's so good about it? The old fox will only add chaos!"

Pinkerton couldn't help complaining.

"Moriti, I have to say some things ahead. You can listen to us interrogate Josephine and Kaufman, but you cannot talk to the suspect directly."

"Why?" Mr. Professor was wronged.

"Because I can't trust you!" Pinkerton said with a cold face, "Dear respected'crimin educator', I even suspect that you are also involved in the serial murder case, playing a Biffman and Joseph Fin is even more disgraceful!"

"What about the evidence?" Professor Moriarty asked indifferently.

Pinkerton ignored him and whistled to the interrogation room where Mrs. Josephine was held.

Professor Moriarty shrugged his hand at Joan, and followed Mr. Detective into the interrogation room.

"It's strange... why is this man here?!"

In the interrogation room, the Countess, who was calming down to drink tea, saw Professor Moriarty come in, her face immediately sinking.

"Ted, if you force someone who has nothing to do with the police into it, I will refuse to cooperate with the investigation!"

"I fully understand your anger, ma'am, in fact, I don't know how this idler got in. Don't be angry, I will kick him out immediately."

The detective did not conceal the grief and misfortune mentality, and turned to the professor and waved his arm, like a big goose fluttering his wings to drive out the weasel.

"Go, go! Idle people, wait less, and join in the fun!"

"Josephine, you're so disrespectful, and I didn't mean to see your joke..."

The professor tried to cross Ted Pinkerton and negotiate directly with his ex-girlfriend.

"Hah! It's your true character to speak the right way, Trofim, I have no jokes here to show you, get out!"

The countess jumped up angrily, her cheeks flushing.

Professor Moriarty shrugged helplessly and had to leave the interrogation room.

Joan looked at Mrs. Josephine in surprise.

This morning, when she was at the fiance's house, when she was hit by the police, she was not so emotional, and at this moment, the accidental presence of her ex-boyfriend made her angry and angry. What does that mean?

After a short period of consternation, Joan recovered and quickly turned to chase the instructor.

"Joan, don't go!"

Mrs. Josephine's sudden opening to keep him surprised him, hesitantly said: "But...I am also an idle person who has nothing to do with the police."

"Don't say it, Joanne, I want you to stay, you are by my side, I feel more secure, you won't let me be wronged, right?"

The Countess retained it tenderly, and Joan couldn't refuse, but she felt overwhelmed in her heart.

"But the tutor is still outside the door..."

"That **** deserves to be alone all his life! Let him be jealous! Although I'm not sure, is he eating your vinegar or my vinegar?"

Mrs. Josephine's expression was excited, and what she said was inexplicable.

Joan scratched his head, not sure if his understanding of the language was too poor, or that Mrs. Josephine's spirit was in trouble, so incoherent.

After a little hesitation, Joan asked Professor Moriarty through "Communication" whether he should accept Mrs. Josephine's retention and continue to stay indoors to hear the trial, or should he go out to accompany him.

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