The Underworld Detective

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Murong Xiaolei smiled calmly and asked, "What is engraved on the deceased?"

I pretended to be a memory and said: "The first deceased was ...‘ to rule out everything that is impossible, and if the rest is impossible, that ’s the truth ’”

Murong Xiaolei nodded: "From the" Signature "!"

"The second deceased is‘ you are watching, not observing. The difference between the two is obvious. ’”

"The Bohemian Scandal!"

"Looks like you like Sherlock Holmes." I was surprised.

"Yes." Murong Xiaolei smiled. "I think Holmes opened the school of Bengue's reasoning. It is an insurmountable monument. Does Detective Song like it?"

I replied: "The Sherlock Holmes Collection is my favorite book in middle school and the only reasoning novel I have ever read."

Murong Xiaolei is quite satisfied: "The interests are the same! Then, since the handwriting was found on the deceased, it is not faster to do handwriting identification, why should you come to me with great care?"

I was speechless for a while, and the lie he had made up was suddenly seen by him. I noticed that his eyes were so wide that he not only stared at my face, but also glanced at my hand. This man was indeed as good at analysis and observation as the rumored.

I had to answer: "No comparison sample."

"I can prove myself innocent."

Having said that, Murong Xiaolei walked into another room and fetched a book and a pen. Long Feifeng wrote on the title page: "Give it to Song Yang, I wish the case resolved smoothly", then signed the name, and handed the book to Me, I thank you.

My phone vibrated a bit, so I gave Huang Xiaotao a wink, and said, "I won't disturb your work, we're gone."

Murong Xiaolei stood up and asked, "Are you not staying for dinner?" With a kind word on his mouth, the action was a gesture of sending off guests, and he could see that he didn't want to stay with us.

I said, "No, visit again someday!"

Murong Xiaolei kept sending me to the door and said something humorous. After closing the door, Huang Xiaotao asked, "You just tempted him? Why don't you investigate further? Maybe you're exposed."

I can't help but sigh: "He is very clever, proficient in criminology, and is simply the Sherlock Holmes in the East, so ordinary methods are not effective for him. Moreover, from a procedural point of view, we do not have the right to search now. "

Huang Xiaotao was startled: "Knock up the mountain? So you already think he is a suspect?"

I smiled: "Not sure yet, in fact I just made a small move."

I took out my phone, and it turned out that the old man was the oldest. He only sent an OK gesture, and I dialed in and asked, "Did you find it?"

"I found it!" Replied the old lady.

"Okay, come out for dinner, I invite you." I said happily.

"Okay, okay, just go to the Chongqing hotpot restaurant opposite the city bureau. I have to kill you tonight."

Hanging up the phone, I made a 'go' gesture at Huang Xiaotao, Huang Xiaotao smiled bitterly: "Sell again!"

We met the old man at the hot pot restaurant, and Sun Bingxin also wanted to hear about the progress of the case, plus a meal and came with him. We picked a private room and after ordering, I asked, "What did you find?"

The old man opened his notebook: "His computer is very clean. It is full of some writing materials and pictures. Anyway, I have copied them all. You can see for yourself!"

Huang Xiaotao was in the mist and fog: "What happened? When did you do it?"

I explained with a smile. When I was just waiting for Qian Yansheng, I sent a message to the old man, asking him to hack into Qian Yansheng's computer for a while. When Qian Yansheng came out, the computer was still on, and while we were chatting with him, the old man secretly crossed Chen Cang.

Huang Xiaotao laughed: "You really have two sons, I didn't even notice it."

I turned on my computer and started to read. There was a manuscript in the copied file, which is the novel currently being serialized. I opened it and looked at it casually. It was similar to what I saw on the Internet.

"Wow, it's a new chapter that has not been released. You can see it in advance!" Sun Bing jumped excitedly.

The three of us were browsing together. The content of this volume was to write a serial killing. The people killed were all spouts of a book, but compared with the cases that occur now, the technique is more exciting.

Seeing half of it, Huang Xiaotao said in surprise: "He is writing a case that is happening now."

I smiled: "Maybe he made it himself!"

Sun Bingxin covered his mouth unbelievably: "Impossible, how could Qianyan greatly kill someone!"

Through this manuscript, I have basically determined that Qian Yansheng has a great relationship with this case. There are two possibilities. One is that he is the murderer, and the other is that he knows the murderer and he had communicated before the murderer committed the crime.

I told my thoughts. Sun Bingxin was unwilling to admit that there were suspicions of crimes because he liked this writer. I said, "Then you come to refute us and do everything possible to overthrow our thoughts."

Sun Bing asked timidly: "Can it? This is not to increase resistance to the case? I know that there must be no subjective emotions in solving the case, and I should quit."

I said, "As a crime solver, you will inevitably encounter such cases. Avoiding problems cannot be solved. You must learn to overcome them!"

Sun Bing nodded: "I will try my best to be objective."

We discussed the first possibility. Sun Bingxin immediately raised an objection. She said: "If the murderer is indeed a thousand words sword, he himself likes Holmes, why should he leave Holmes-related things on the scene? This is not self-inflicted Identity? "

I smiled: "That's right, this is indeed a doubt! What do you think, Xiaotao?"

Huang Xiaotao thought for a while and said, "Self-satisfaction! Just like many criminals like to leave their mark, he is advertising a personal style."

I said: "I agree with this statement. The writers are contradictory lives. They are both low-key and expressive. Crime itself is similar to creation. It concocts the scene and the body in a closed environment, and then shows it to outsiders as a writer. , Can't help but want to leave some symbols? "

Sun Bingxin argued: "This does not mean that the killer is him?"

I said, "This one really doesn't prove that we are now drawing pictures. All the contours match to determine him. This can only be regarded as one of the lines."

"Well, I admit that you are right ... then does he have this physical strength? Doesn't he have congenital heart disease?"

"Congenital heart disease does not mean that I am weak. From previous contacts, Qian Yansheng is very healthy, and the current cases do not require physical strength. I think from a physical point of view, he is Completely competent! "I said forcefully.