"How did the professor die?"

"Don't you know?"

"I don't want to be rude, but if you want to hint at something, engage in some psychological warfare, it would be stupid."

Tommy stared at the wiki for a moment, then swallowed his anger back into his stomach.

"Someone killed with a gun."

"Someone heard a gunshot call the police?"

"No, there are no gunshots."

"How did you find out?"

"He has a secure access control in place, and if he doesn't receive his access command within six hours, he will be alerted on his communicator, and if there is no instruction for another half hour, the police will be notified."

Police. Vicky thought to himself. But it was the Bureau of Investigation of the Republic that directly alarmed. They must have smelled something.

"When did the professor die?"

"Probably ......"

Tommy was about to answer, when he suddenly came to his senses: Hell! I should have asked him the question!

He shrugged, "When did you leave Professor Croina's house?" ”

"20:46."

"How can you remember so accurately?"

"I'm sensitive to time. What about the time when the professor died? “

Try to take the initiative to ask questions into your own hands, which was repeatedly emphasized by the instructors when the wiki was trained, and it is the boss and dad who learned it from Amy. "Between half past nine and half past eleven in the evening. Do you have any clues you can provide? “

Vicky immediately thought of the mustache, but he didn't say anything. He glanced at the clock on the wall: it was five o'clock in the morning.

"If I can go to the professor's house, maybe I can help." "Okay. I'll wait for you. “

Tommy took a step back and let the wiki close the door. An RBI agent hurriedly ran up the spiral staircase: "The hotel's registration information and surveillance footage have been checked. He hasn't left since checking in at 21:13. “

Tommy nodded: "Prepare, take him to the scene." “

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It was still dark, and a cordon had been set up five meters in front of the professor's house, and several large spotlights illuminated the murderous house. As he crossed the yellow cordon, Vicky seemed to have tripped over it, stumbling, almost falling to the ground, taking off one of his shoes, and flying a few steps away. He scrambled to his feet from the ground and jumped on one foot to the shoe. Tommy looked at him a little gloatingly, and turned his face to exchange a look with fellow agents.

Vicky grinned awkwardly and clumsily dusted the dirt off his body: "I'm sorry. "Are you alright?" Tommy asked, "Maybe we should make the lights stronger." "It's okay."

As they entered the room, they saw a human figure on the floor marked with orange fluorescent, where the Professor's body had been. What was already a messy room is now in shambles. Several RBI agents are busy. They methodically pulled out the drawers one by one and poured everything on the table.

"It was a mess when we came." Tommy seems to be defending, and he doesn't understand why he should explain the wiki. He's the boss here, and he doesn't need to bother with a layman's possible questioning. Before he knew it, the wiki was in control, much to his annoyance.

The wiki didn't make a sound. He slowly looked around the room, as if he saw the professor still burying his head in the middle of a pile of books, gushing his opinions at him. And he always argues with the professor unscrupulously. He seemed to hear the professor saying in a pleading tone, "Come on, dear wiki, you see we can think of it this way......"

None of this will happen again.

He was interrupted by Tommy. "Does the professor have a lot of valuable collectibles?" Tommy asked.

"It depends on whom." Wiki said softly.

"If you are a scholar who is engaged in the study of ancient mythology, this room is Aladdin's treasure. Have you ever heard of this myth? “

Tommy shook his head, a depressed feeling of being put down. What Aladdin! Is this stinky boy going to show that he's learned these things?! He really hoped that Vicky was the murderer, and then he would have to see what kind of demeanor this kid would be! "Ah, you should go find a book like this and read it, it's interesting."

Tommy wrapped a dirty word in his spit, remembering the fall of the wiki just now, and felt a lot more comfortable.

Wiki went on to say, "But to the average person, most of these things are almost worthless. Except for things like this. “

He reached out and picked up a cyanide-resistant book on the table, the Analects he had brought with him yesterday. "The book is worth 3,000 stadts and can be auctioned for more." "How do you know?" Tommy asked, suspicious. Just before going to the wiki, he had just tossed the book aside, never expecting that such a small old book would be so valuable.

"I just gave it to him yesterday."

He flipped through the book gently, just to feel the pages that the professor had turned yesterday.

I'll kill that murderer with my own hands.

"Can I get the book back? Make a memento. “

Tommy waved a finger, satisfied that he had the opportunity to take a small revenge. "No, it's all evidence until the case is over. Wait until the case is closed to apply, I think they'll leave it to you. You'd better not mention that it's worth 3000 stads, though. He laughed smugly, and immediately realized that it was inappropriate to laugh at the scene of the murder, so he hurriedly stopped and coughed dryly.

Wiki put down the book. Taking advantage of the opportunity to fall and pick up his shoes, he had already checked two footprints on the ground. It was all left over from a pair of pointed-toe shoes. One is in the direction of the door, and the other is the opposite. One of the footprints was pressed on the half-checked sole, which was his own, indicating that it had been imprinted after he had left. And last night, that holographic projection of the mustache was wearing a pair of pointed-toe shoes!

The mustache claims to come to the professor with confidential information, and he will never be an illiterate thief. A collection worth at least 3,000 stadts was on the table, but he ignored it, which only meant that he was coming for something else. What is it?!

Did he get what he wanted? It's hard to say, it's not easy to get Professor Croane's relics right, and it's hard to investigate what is missing. And more importantly, why did he kill the professor?! It is conceivable that if he is interested in some collection held by the professor, he may offer a large price, or exchange the information he brought, or coerce, but why deprive the professor of his life?!

Life, the life of an incomparably kind old man, can be so disregarded that it makes Wiki feel deep pain. The yellow dress seemed to float past me again.

Teacher, I'll make everything clear. Help me, guide me, teacher.

He felt like he was missing something. As he struggled to remember, an agent examining the drawer picked up a clear bag and placed the Analects in it and placed it on the chair he had sat on yesterday, where several pieces of evidence had been put together and would be transported back for analysis. In one of the bags was the professor's communicator.

Wiki walked over to the couch and flipped through the piles of literature on it. Put them back again. The literature is stacked high on top of each other, crumbling. "It's not touched here, it's been on the couch when I came last night. As for the rest," he turned to Tommy and spread his hands, "your people are out of shape." "Didn't you find anything?"

Vicky shook his head: "You're the experts, aren't you?" “

With an exaggerated wave of his hand, he touched the pile of books behind him, and the stack of documents on the sofa collapsed and scattered all over the floor. "I'm sorry." He scrambled over to clean them up, trying to pile them back in his arms, but most of them leaked out of his chest.

Tommy bit his lip. OMG, these nerds!

"Forget it, leave it to my people to deal with it, they have to be busy anyway." "Sorry didn't help." "How long are you going to stay in Miami?" "I was here to give a gift to the professor, and I'm going back to Yassen today."

"Well, we'll get back to you if we need to." "I hope you can catch the killer soon."

"We will. Goodbye, Mr. 'Allah Lamp'. “

Tommy watched as Wiki broke out of the cordon and disappeared from view unhurriedly. His partner Steve leaned over: "Do you need to follow him?" “

Tommy shook his head: "It's a self-righteous nerd with a tm. Let's get down to work and sort out all the possible clues. This is the second expert in ancient theology to have an accident in three days! Dr. Stakhov of Havel University is missing, Crovana is murdered, and God knows who will be next? ”

"yes, we're going to have to be busy." Steve looked up at the already glowing sky and handed over a paper cup, "Have a cup of tea, Tommy." ”

"Thanks, partner." Tommy took the tea and took a sip, "Steve, do you know Allah Lamp?" ”

"You mean Aladdin. The myths my son is watching have magic lamps and treasures or something. Would you like to see it? ”

"Nope." Tommy said dryly. What's going on today? Nothing went well, and even the good mood of drinking hot tea was lost. This damn nerd!