Chapter 37: The Real Detective
At night, the night is quiet.
Because of the murder that happened just a few days ago, the night in the town is much quieter than usual.
The bars in the town also closed early at 10 o'clock to prevent customers from getting drunk and returning home late at night, accidentally bumping into the "beheading maniac".
Yes, although the killer of Sweet is nowhere to be found, there are no clues or clues flowing.
But rumors have been spreading.
Rumor has it that the poor child had his head cut off, just like the couple had been a few years ago.
Even more terrifying news is yet to come, the beheading maniac is the murderer who killed the couple a few years ago.
The police officers have not caught the murderer at all over the years, and even, the other party has been hiding in that house, roaming the town like an evil spirit.
Until a group of poor children who were dying ran into him.
The taxes we pay raise such a bunch of waste.
In the end, the topic will always change from horror stories to needle disadvantages, which is much more interesting than simple ghost stories.
In the middle of the night, Dave opened his eyes and turned off the alarm before the bell rang.
In the first half of the night, he basically didn't fall asleep, just lay down and closed his eyes to recuperate.
After seeing that the time was almost up, Dave jumped up from the bed, took out his mobile phone and opened the chat group between him and his friends: "I'm going out, what about you?" ”
After about half a minute, the news from everyone arrived: "I'm here too." ”
"Get out of the house right away."
"Seeing that I have escaped the detection of my parents, where do we meet?"
A group of people chatted enthusiastically and finally decided to meet in the town's park.
Wait half an hour from now on, whether everyone has arrived or not, set off to the "murderous house" and (please write a page) to deal with the Headless Horseman.
If you don't arrive, you don't have to come.
After getting dressed, Dave didn't go out immediately, but came to the desk, took out the pages of the mountain and sea book, and said cautiously: "Mr. One Page, are you still there?" ”
If there is a critical moment, the book spirit is not there a page, it will be embarrassing.
After a long minute, Yang Que suddenly appeared: "Call me again when you get to the murderous house." ”
After saying that, without waiting for Dave's response, he immediately disappeared again.
"I accidentally overslept." In the mountains and seas, Yang Que took off his robe and wore a pair of shorts inside.
While watching outside, he watched Dave sneak out of the house cautiously and skillfully, and even got on his own bike.
In fact, Dave has a small motorcycle, but on quiet nights, the sound of the motorcycle engine is too loud, and it can only make the bicycle that has not been used for many years go to work again.
Pedaling all the way, it took Dave fifteen minutes to reach the town's park.
At night, the park is silent, even the street lights have been turned off, and the trees are dark and shadowy, forming an eerie picture that makes people a little hairy.
Dave held the wooden box containing the pages of the mountains and seas, so as to give him a little courage.
Hi! Evil spirits, I have the most dangerous evil spirits in the world here, and I still have them gone?
Standing at the entrance to the park, Dave waited a little uneasily, it was a little cold, and he walked around from time to time, stamped his feet, and tightened his coat.
Interestingly, even when he felt cold, Dave didn't zip up his coat, which was his insistence and principle.
Serious high school students, who wears a jacket to zip up?
After waiting for a while, Joel and the others appeared, but not all four of them came.
Only Joel and another relatively taciturn Billy arrived.
"Just you?" Dave asked.
"Well, you read the information yourself." Joel said.
Dave took out his mobile phone and saw that in the chat room, the other two girls in the small team, Avery said that his door was locked and he couldn't get out.
As for Joyce, there was no information after saying that he would try to get over, and he was probably still on his way.
Joyce's home is the farthest from here, so it's not unusual to miss it.
"Then let's go." Dave said.
The other two's homes aren't too far from here, so they don't have to ride here like Dave.
Dave dropped his bike in the park and walked with them.
It was about a ten-minute walk from the park house, and on the way, Joel asked, "Well, is there a page of the book?" ”
"Don't worry, here you are." Dave patted the wooden box.
It wasn't a page, it was their life.
The three panting teenagers hurriedly came to the outside of the murder house, and the whole house was surrounded by a belt outside the yard, which is the kind of "isolation belt" that is common in criminal investigation film and television dramas.
Dave took out the wooden box and said respectfully, "Mr. One-Page Book, this is it." ”
Taking advantage of the appearance of Yang Que, who had been prepared during this time, he was still dressed as a mysterious boss, of course, this time he did not bring a terrifying atmosphere.
What if you scare the headless beast?
"You're waiting outside." Yang Que said, lifted the isolation belt up, and walked into the courtyard.
The pages of the mountain and sea maintained the appearance of a quaint page, suspended in front of Yang Que, adding a sense of mystery to his behavior of teaching his junior and younger brother to walk.
Successfully maintained his compulsion as the spirit of the page, a one-page book.
After the last dead person, the front and back doors of the house were opened, and they were not re-locked, but they were just hidden, and there was no need for Yang Que to push hard there.
With a slight push, he entered the house, and Yang Que disappeared from the sight of Dave and the others.
Entering the room, seeing clues that ordinary people can't find, a flash of inspiration, using invincible wisdom, instantly deduces the truth of the matter, and then finds the hidden real murderer, the mastermind behind the scenes!
This is the practice of Detective Geralt, and it has nothing to do with Yang Que.
Investigate clues, clues, careful analysis, bold speculation, and find out the truth?
Inexistent.
Yang Que took the Book of Mountains and Seas and transformed it into a map display, and if there were any strange beasts, they would be displayed on it.
Then what kind of headless horseman is the best result of the alien beast, as long as Yang Que finds it, beats it into a dog, and then captures it into the mountains and seas and caves.
If not, it doesn't matter.
Yang Que has a sharp weapon to solve the case, let it smell the smell, and the world is infinite and thousands of miles to track, and it can be found at the ends of the earth.
There is no need for clues, no clues, and no need for careful analysis and bold speculation.
In this era, the real detective relies on technology, not a flash of inspiration.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a brain with supernatural wisdom to make some scientific and technological inventions for the benefit of mankind? Why be a detective, it's too wasteful.
Yang Que looked at the mapped mountain and sea atlas, and a red dot quickly appeared on it, but the location was not in this house, but in another part of the town.
"Come out, Howling Dog." Yang Que grabbed the mountain and sea illustrated book and shook it gently.
The roaring dog appeared and landed steadily: "What's the matter?" ”
"It has been determined that there is a strange beast in the town, maybe it is the headless horseman, you smell it again, we have double insurance, and we have a two-pronged approach." Yang Que said.
The Headless Horseman is not 100% equal to the red dot shown on the Atlas of Mountains and Seas.
To be on the safe side, let the Howling Dog smell it, and if it smells something special, it's almost certain that it comes from the Headless Horseman - as long as the Headless Horseman does appear here.
Yang Que kept his word, and said that if he wanted to help Dave and others solve the trouble, he couldn't give up halfway.
It will take some time to re-accumulate the "energy" of the return journey from the pages of the mountains and seas, and it is good to do something.