"Even if it proves that Mr. Lodge is lying, it can't prove that he is the murderer of Will. Chiko posed the most critical question, "Where did the 1260 ml of blood go?" ”

"Great question. A normal person has about 4200-4800 ml of blood, which is enough to fill a large Coke bottle. Eric stared at the forensic photographs.

"You don't need to be reminded of this. Chiko scoffed, "We've searched everywhere, and there's no trace of Mr. Will's blood. ”

Robert immediately scoffed: "Yes, do you think that the vanished 1260 ml of blood will be hidden behind the picture frame in the corridor, or will it be splashed by Rocky in the flower garden outside the manor? ”

Qianzi blushed and warned weakly, "You'd better not meddle in your business." Do your job, Mr. Sheriff. Otherwise, you know the consequences. Robert turned his head and whistled loudly with contempt.

Eric walked behind the door of the guest room and carefully looked at the floor plan of the villa posted behind the door. Suddenly, he saw a mosquito lying quietly next to the floor plan. Eric asked Robert, "How is the hygiene of this room?" ”

"Ok, this room was the cleanest compared to the other 5 rooms. I think this is probably Rocky's room dedicated to receiving guests. Robert wiped the corner of the table with his hand, and although there was still some dust, it was clear that this was the limit of what a lonely middle-aged man could do.

Eric continued to stare at the quiet mosquito, "Dry?"

"Of course. This room is sun-facing. Robert gently wiped the corner of the table again. The dust is not sticky to your hands, and when you rub it gently, it falls off your fingers.

"Good. I want a clear vessel with a wide mouth. Eric urged, "Hurry! or Mr. Will's vanished blood will escape." ”

"What? did you find it? behind the door?" Robert hurriedly pulled out his walkie-talkie and yelled, "I want a wide-mouthed transparent utensil, anything, and send it to me in a minute, or I'll have you write ten reports." Suddenly there was a noisy sound of complaints, urgings, and footsteps on the other end of the intercom.

"What's behind this door? We've double-checked, and there's no blood there. Chiko wanted to find out what was going on and walked over to Eric.

But Eric turned his back to Chiko and made a "stop" gesture with his right hand back, for fear of disturbing the crucial mosquito. Unfortunately, a reckless police officer suddenly pushed the door in and said breathlessly, "Sheriff, you want the utensils." ”

Standing behind the door, Eric was caught off guard by the door that was pushed in and smashed in the face, and the silent mosquito "buzzed" into the air because of its fright.

Covering his nose, Eric dragged the officer into the room and kicked him at the door. Annoyed, he tugged at the officer's collar, pointed at the mosquitoes scurrying around, and shouted, "Marf, you'd better catch this mosquito alive, or I'll use this door to smash your face into a flat surface!"

Seeing Eric's expression, Malf knew that he should be in trouble, and subconsciously went to flutter the mosquitoes. Eric angrily said to Robert, "You really should teach your men well, knocking on the door is a valuable etiquette." ”

Robert rolled his eyes and retorted, "That's not what you said in last year's Rashf robbery, you told Marff that knocking on doors is the job of an insurance salesman." ”

Chiko saw Malf's immature skills and was afraid that he would destroy the scene. She stepped forward, snatched the half-cut bottle of mineral water from Malf's hand, kicked it to the edge of the bed, and then leaped into the air with the help of force. The mineral water bottle in his hand just covers the mosquitoes, and the other hand is gently closed, and the feet fall to the ground, just like a standard set of gymnastics movements in the Olympics.

Malf stared blankly at the beautiful girl's flowing figure, and stammered, "Thanks, thanks." ”

Chiko looked at the mosquitoes that were still buzzing in the bottle and asked, "A mosquito, what's the use?"

"If you examine this mosquito carefully, I'm sure you'll find something. Eric kicked Malf in the ass, "Be careful, don't let him run." ”

After Marff carefully went out with the mineral water bottle, Chiko asked Eric: "You tossed for a long time, just for a mosquito? Even if you find Will's blood from this mosquito, what is the use? Not to mention that this is impossible, two days have passed since the murder, and many people have already entered and exited the scene, the police station, the CIA, the National Investigation Bureau, maybe the blood on this mosquito belongs to these people, and it may even fly in from the outside." ”

Eric pushed open the window of the guest room, pointed to a few potted plants on the windowsill, and asked, "What is this?"

"Mint. Chiko touched the leaves of the potted plant, "Although mint can repel mosquitoes, you can't ......"

"This is only an indirect corroboration. Eric began to walk around the room.

"Miss Agent, it's not summer yet. Don't you think this mosquito is a little too fat?" Robert had an idea, thinking he had guessed the secret.

"I thought you could learn something from the last incident. It's a pity you don't. Eric continued to "make up for it."

Enraged by Eric's taunts, Chiko grabbed Eric's shoulders and asked, "What the hell are you up to?" Don't forget, you're just a consultant. ”

At this time, Eric suddenly grabbed Chiko's waist. The unsuspecting Chiko was held in Eric's arms. Eric pouted Chiko's chin with one hand, rubbed her waist with the other, and said with a serious face: "Let me teach you another Sherlock Holmes theorem - the so-called truth is to constantly amplify the clues." So don't underestimate this mosquito. ”

No matter how reasonable Eric's words were, Chiko was already angry at this point. Just as she prepares to teach the rogue detective a hard lesson, what little sanity she has left succeeds in saving Eric. Chiko felt that Eric's hand around her waist seemed like a tofu-eating hooliganism, but she noticed that one of Eric's fingers was tapping her waist quickly and regularly to a repetitive beat.

It reminded her of the flickering white light of the Fulton Building, the Morse Code. Chiko stared at Eric, who was smiling evilly, and after a while, she spelled out Eric's translation of the Morse code: There is something strange about the dead, and we are being watched.

Chiko took a deep breath. Although she was reluctant to accept this explanation, her instincts told her that George had given her and Eric too much freedom, and that there was no agent from the National Investigation Agency at this important crime scene. At this time, this detective with some skills also noticed something unusual, which had to make her believe this fact.

At this point, Robert coughed contrivedly. Chiko saw him with a surprised look on his face, and suddenly had a plan. She reached out and put her arms around Eric's neck, looked into his eyes with affection, slowly leaned into Eric's ear, and said charmingly: "So, did Holmes tell you that acting has to be a full set~"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be—"

Before Eric could recover from the gentle trap, Chiko jerked his leg up, and Eric let out a heart-rending wail. Robert, who was next to him, saw this painful scene, and the muscles in his face couldn't help but tremble.

"I'll teach you a lesson for Mr. Holmes. Qianzi said coldly to Eric, who was holding his stomach, but he was overjoyed.

Eric clutched his stomach in pain, and slowly straightened up. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't pay you for the lesson, but I will make up for you sooner or later." ”

Chiko gloated and smiled, "I hope you still have this chance." ”

"Robert!" Eric saw the sheriff snickering on the sidelines, "Hurry up your stupid men, I want all the environmental data on this mosquito." ”

Robert smiled into the walkie-talkie: "Tell the muse, let him put down all his work and devote all his manpower and energy to this mosquito." And tell him to be careful, this is a female mosquito, don't underestimate the attack power of the female creature. ”

Hearing the sarcasm in Robert's words, Chiko glanced at him fiercely. Then, pretending that nothing had happened, she asked Eric, "It's going to take some time for that mosquito to get results, what's next?" ”

"Catch mice. Eric said mysteriously.

"What!" Robert asked, looking around, puzzled, "Man, are rats here?" Could it be that you are treating this homicide as a sanitation activity in the community to eliminate the four evils?"

Eric suddenly replied in a loud voice, "Of course." For detectives, detectives are as normal as life. ”

Qianzi suddenly seemed to be a different person, and took over the conversation obediently: "So, what's so special about this mouse?"

"Then we have to look at the first question first. Let's leave aside the ultimate mystery of who the murderer is, and let's take a look at who the deceased is. Eric threw out the first "stepping stone"

Robert pouted disapprerovingly: "Do you still need to ask, I have introduced it twice, the deceased's name is Will King, the CEO of Green Wind New Energy Investment Company, which is actually a private loan company that lends money sharks." The documents include his company's registration information, a copy of his identity document, an insurance contract, etc. What's wrong with that?"

Chiko has also carefully consulted these materials, and there is nothing special about them. At this time, she began to feel faintly uneasy: Is it right for her to rashly bet her actions on this case? Also, the "small moves" of the CIA by the National Investigation Bureau are becoming more and more bold, but she has no power to fight back.

Eric appropriately interrupted Chiko's worried thoughts: "Good. He does have the perfect background, so, may I ask, Mr. Lodge's bankruptcy is well known, he only has this estate left, what does Mr. Lodge need to do if he wants to repay Mr. Will's debt of 10 million?"

"It's simple. Either sell the estate, mortgage the estate to the bank, or mortgage the estate to Mr. Will. But because Mr. Lodge also owes a large sum of money to the bank, and these bank loans are due, if mortgaged to the bank, the money will be automatically transferred by the bank for settlement, so it is unlikely that it will be mortgaged to the bank. Chiko thought earnestly.

"Then there are only two options left, sell the estate to someone else, or mortgage it to Mr. Will, which is most likely?" asked Robert, eagerly.

"Nope. He had only one option, which was to mortgage it to Mr. Will. ”