Hodden was hunched around the office, sniffing here and there, looking exactly like a puppy walking in the park.

Issa felt that Hodden must have done it on purpose, and that when he was in the "Three Cripples" bar, he was able to solve the problem smoothly by sitting in place, but now he had so many small movements and small problems, and it became more and more strange in the eyes of outsiders-

A sheriff who came to the scene with a minor to handle the case was inherently unprofessional, and the fact that the minor was still wandering around and looked like he was messing around was even more unprofessional.

But when she thinks back to the destruction of the Lenoll residence, Issa selectively ignores it, believing that Horgan should be more measured than she is.

Retracting his gaze, Issa looked at the secretary and inquired about where Lenorr had been at lunchtime for the past two months, following the same ideas he had discussed on the way to come.

"Lunch?" the secretary recalled earnestly, "I don't know. Mr. Lenole never told me about his lunch event, the only thing I knew was that he didn't join me. ”

"Is there any reason to make you suspicious that Mr. Lenoor's lunchtime is not just for ...... Food. Holden's voice came from the corner of the filing cabinet.

The secretary's head turned back and forth twice before he found the source of the voice, "There have been a few times in the past time, a mysterious woman has appeared in our office, leaving only a blank letterhead, but no name, and it looks like Joya's appearance. ”

Issa took the initiative to pick up, "Did you tell Mrs. Lenoll about this?"

"Nope. The secretary shook his head in the negative.

Issa glanced at Howlen and seemed to say that things were going according to her guess, "because Mr. Lenoll told you not to do it?"

"Nope. The secretary's denial made Isa's expression stiffen slightly for a moment, "Actually, he said that if there is such a situation next time, he will tell his wife directly." ”

Issa looked at Hoden again, she thought Hoden was going to say something, but Hoden didn't seem to hear it at all, still intently flipping through the files, which made Issa's emotions settle down, and said thoughtfully, "What project has he been working on lately? I mean, specific projects." ”

"Budget. He is cutting the budgets of various departments. There is also some routine audit work. The secretary replied with a blank look, but her expression told another story:

No matter what the era or region, getting a budget cut is not an easy task.

Issa immediately thought of the reaction within the vigilantes, and although it was very uncomfortable, she had to admit that perhaps someone's interests had been touched, and then a domino effect was triggered, just like Holden's guess.

Deep down, her biggest fears seemed to be evolving into reality.

But at this time, Holden did not pay attention to this, he was looking at ...... Bookshelves, "Is there a problem with Mr. Lenoor's back?"

The top three shelves are all emptied, and only the bottom four are filled with books, and no one misses this detail.

The secretary nodded in the affirmative, "Yes, his neck." ”

Then, she felt Holden's inquiring gaze and took the initiative to explain, "He specifically asked me to empty the bookshelves because when he looked up, his neck hurt." ”

"I guess some people get injured because they go out hunting, and likewise, some people get hurt when they sit in the office for a long time. Hodden quipped, finally looking at Issa.

Issa also fell into thoughts: she had noticed this detail before, but she hadn't thought about it, so what did it mean when Holden specifically pointed it out?

When she left Lenoor's office, Issa's mind was full of thoughts, but the confusion was not answered, but instead a lot of fog was clouded -

And it's a dangerous miasma that can be fatal at any time.

“...... So, did you get any results?" asked Issa, taking a deep breath, still plucking up the courage.

Instead of answering immediately, Hodden stood beside the carriage and drew a silhouette of the void with his hands on the ground, "It is recorded in the archives that Mrs. Lenoll fell under the table and tried to hide her whereabouts, but the murderer chased after her, and before she could hide under the table, he struck a second baseball bat, killing Mrs. Lenoor. ”

Issa nodded in confirmation, "Based on the bloodstains at the scene and the location of the body, this speculation is confirmed. ”

Hodden adjusted his position and made a gesture of standing next to the table and waving his arms, "Assuming that the carriage is the dining table, and below is the body of Mrs. Lenoor, you see, the murderer should be standing here, swinging a baseball bat from right to left with a sweeping blow, concentrating the target, then the blood from the skull should be splashing in all directions." ”

Isa's eyes lit up slightly, catching Howlen's clues.

"First, you need to check Mr. Lenoor's medical file to see if he has a neck or back problem, and maybe his doctor can confirm that he has the ability to crush his head with a baseball bat. And, of course, whether Mr. Lenor is a psyker. ”

"Second, you need to check the blood stains on Mr. Lenoor's clothes, simulating the trajectory of the blood splashes, and you can determine whether he completed the blow or not. ”

"Thirdly, I need a picture of the part behind Mrs. Lenoor's heels. ”

Holden's thoughts were very clear, and they had been sorted out in the blink of an eye.

Issa has also figured out the whole picture, and in just an hour, the case that originally had no clue has gradually revealed the tip of the iceberg-

And Hoden didn't even see the initial crime scene and the condition of the body, piecing together a vague preliminary inference from the clues alone.

Vaguely, Issa guessed that Mr. Lenoll might not really be the murderer, so that meant ......

Putting her thoughts away for the time being, Issa avoided continuing to think about it, "Let's go, I'll escort you back, and we'll continue our investigation when the evidence is complete." ”

On the return carriage, Holden was always immersed in thought, and his frowning brow seemed to be facing a difficult problem, which surprised Issa a little.

"What are you thinking?" Issa asked curiously.

"How to gather evidence. "You've probably heard the argument that each person's psionic abilities have their own unique markings that no one else can imitate, right?"

Issa was skeptical, "I've heard of it, but is it really possible?"

Holden pursed the corners of his lips, noncommittal - in terms of psionic energy, he really has no right to speak, "Psionic energy aside, do you know that everyone's blood, fingerprints, and hair are different?

Isa's eyes were full of astonishment, as if she had seen a nightmare appear.

Holden pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: Is it still too advanced?

Then he waved his hand and said casually, "Don't care, it's just a brain hole." ”