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Rebecca was startled and picked up the trident with a startled exclamation, but fortunately Wataru reacted quickly and pulled her over to cover her mouth, so that she didn't throw her magic around.

This level of intelligence, which tests intelligence, is theoretically not dangerous.

After stopping Rebecca, Watarika looked around.

What was seen was a distinctly modern room, a group of people in the house. Many people dressed in 21st-century police clothes were talking around a few people in ordinary clothes. And there was a man lying on the floor of the house, covered with a white cloth. Look at the blood on the side, it has already died.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Du Ge's mouth twitched, and he said to himself:

"It's ...... Detective Games: Murder in a Closed Room?

Just when he was surprised, a fat and round police officer with a mustache and a leather coat, who looked like a head, suddenly leaned over and asked Du Ge:

"Chief Duge, what do you think of this matter?"

was inexplicably brought into the role of a chief, Du Ge opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't complain anything, and was directly brought into the role.

He lightly stretched out his hand and made a waiting gesture, and began to crouch down to check the condition of the deceased, and asked questions to the police officer who had collected the fingerprints and bloodstains, searching for all clues and evidence.

Rebecca looked around with a confused expression, these buildings and objects that were obviously in 21st century words, Du Ge felt a little rusty when he saw it. Not to mention Rebecca, she looked at it in confusion, touching left and right. Holding a plush toy, he kept pulling the lamp rope to operate the chandelier in the house, clicking, turning it off and turning it on and off.

"This ...... Is this where humans live?

"Yes and no. To be precise, this is not a place where humans live on the mainland. It's just a virtual space, but we're going to do that in the future. ”

Du Ge said casually, his attention still focused on this murder case.

As for why there are murders in the 21st century in this land of trials, he didn't think much about it.

"What is this? It feels so good to the touch!"

Rebecca was rummaging in the closet, and suddenly a roll of black cylindrical curly fabric appeared.

"That's the stockings, which the human woman wears on her feet. ”

"Thin, what's the use of putting it on?"

"After wearing it, you can greatly increase the feminine charm value, of course, provided that you are in good shape. Because men love this thing. Du Ge smiled and explained. "Put it down, you can't wear it now. ”

"Oh......"

Rebecca answered, looked at her golden fishtail, and looked at the black stockings in her hand with regret, and was a little reluctant to put it down. Finally, put it in your pocket and continue to work on other things. Looking east and west, she finally slipped into the bedroom.

Du Ge collected evidence, and finally sat down on the sofa, holding his chin with one hand and thinking.

The deceased was a young and beautiful housewife who apparently died as a result of homicide. Because the cause of death was a shot in the back of the head from behind, the murder weapon was a dumbbell. The deceased was found by her husband and a friend of her husband, and when they heard that they were on the phone, her wife suddenly screamed and was no longer heard.

Her husband and friends hurried home, only to find his wife bleeding from the gym chair.

Before the police arrived, the man had been staying with his friend, holding the body in pain, and had not left the scene.

Du Ge picked up a photo of the scene and looked at it, this housewife has a hot body and looks very charming. Looking at the various fitness equipment in the house, he is a person who loves fitness.

When he died, he was wearing only underwear and fell next to the gym chair.

Duge pondered for a while, checking all possibilities. He looked up at the ceiling, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he noticed that one area was noticeably lighter. Jumping off the sofa and running out of the room, the moment he walked out of the door, looking at the street area that only existed in the 21st century, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

The memory of the first life, that was a long time ago.

Shaking his head, he told himself that these were just fantasies, and that he still had to get down to business. Ran to the nearest trash can, dumped it and rummaged through. Soon, he found what he was looking for.

Back in the house, the police are still busy, trying to find the shadow of the murderer.

Ethyl cyanoacrylate is sprayed over a large area, and this reagent reacts directly with proteins, showing fingerprints printed on the surface of objects.

"Sir, new fingerprints found!" the man who searched the bedroom suddenly rushed out, holding the photo in his hand and said to Du Ge and the head of the fat ball station.

"Oh?!Who is it?!"

The fat ball chief was taken aback and immediately sent someone to confirm the identity of the fingerprints.

Very open, a yellow-haired little ruffian was brought in, and the identity check was that the yellow-haired person in front of him was correct.

It's just funny that those fingerprints were found on the bedroom bed, and on all kinds of underwear and toys.

Then Huang Mao's identity is naturally clear at a glance.

Ever since the yellow hair was picked up, Du Ge hadn't looked at him. He kept staring at the bitter Lord kneeling beside the corpse, catching a distorted expression that flashed across his face.

After some interrogation by the police officer, Huang Mao knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. The bitter is roaring with red eyes, I don't know if it's because of being cuckolded or because of the death of my beloved wife.

"Sir, you have to be clear. I had an affair with her, but I didn't kill anyone!"

"All the evidence now points to you, and the only people who have been in and out of this house in the past few days are you and the husband of the deceased. And when the deceased died, her husband was playing billiards in a club more than ten kilometers away and had been with his friends, how could he have the opportunity to kill. And you, from last night until now, have not had an alibi. The on-site investigation did not find any traces of anyone else coming in, so all the possibilities were ruled out, and there was only one possibility left. The murderer is you!" The fat police officer foamed at the mouth and convicted Huang Mao of murder.

"My lord has wronged! I didn't kill anyone!"

"Why did you kill her?!why?!" the bitter lord roared in pain, but his friends and superiors on the side grabbed his arm to prevent him from pounced on Huang Mao.

Du Ge sat on the sofa, supporting his chin the whole time and watching this farce, without speaking.

It wasn't until the end, when the fat chief wanted to order someone to take down the yellow hair, that Du Ge opened his mouth unhurriedly.

"Wait, he's not a murderer. ”

"He's not a murderer, who's a murderer?!He's a murderer! He's the one who killed my beloved wife! Woo woo...... "The bitter lord with a handful of snot and tears immediately roared wildly.

Du Ge was unhurried, sitting on the sofa calmly, half-drooping his eyelids, looking at the bitter master with an oppressive gaze.

"Murderer, isn't that you?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned and looked at Duge in confusion.

"What are you kidding?!I'm a murderer?!How can I go back and kill my wife?!I prove that I killed people in a club more than a dozen miles away?!"

"yes, that's his wife. And we were all there at the time, and we came back with him all the time. How can he have time to kill?" The two friends of the bitter lord immediately helped, since the bitter lord called just now, the two of them were next to him, but they heard the screams on the phone.

When the two returned with the sufferer, they saw the dead lying in a pool of blood.

When it comes to the time of the crime, he doesn't have it at all.

"Killing, it's simple. ”

The speed of Duge's speech did not change, and he took out the two things he had found earlier from behind him.

A bundle of fishing line, a roll of scotch tape.

When he took out these two things, he stared at the eyes of the bitter master, and immediately captured the details of the constriction of the bitter master's pupils.

(To be continued.) )