readx; The wiki didn't stop for a moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He returned to the Stashoff Lodge and immediately checked out. On the way to the port of flight, he booked an early ferry ticket to Yasin online for a 40-minute departure. There were very few passengers on this flight, and he didn't need a first-class ticket to find a three-seat to lie down comfortably, which was exactly what he wanted. Of course, what he needs is not physical comfort, but space where no one can disturb him.

After the routine service of the flight attendant, he pulled out a transparent bag and removed Professor Croane's communicator from it.

The communicator has a password. The wiki is not worried. From what he knew about the professor, the old man would never change the password, and all the passwords were the same. As he expected, the communicator turned on without a hitch. The first message that jumped into your eye was the request for instructions from the access control system, which was made at 3:10 a.m.

He thought for a moment. The agent didn't tell him more about the results and clues, and he couldn't do an accurate scientific analysis of the scene like a detective, relying only on his own imagination and logical reasoning.

The RBI agent had said that the access control system required instructions at a six-hour interval. This means that the last time the professor opened or closed the door was at 9:10 p.m. If only the mustache had come, then this was the time he had come into the house, for the professor's death was after half past nine.

He imagined the mustache entering the door, greeting the professor and taking out the so-called classified information, and the professor leaned over to carefully identify it, completely immersed, not noticing that the mustache crept up behind him and pulled out his gun......

Wrong! The professor fell to the ground in the living room, far from the desk and sofa, but closer to the door.

All over again, Wiki!

The professor was not killed while examining the materials, he may have been killed while dropping off guests. This would give a good explanation of the location of the body. They talked for a while, maybe 20 minutes, maybe two hours, and then the mustache shot him as he left.

Strange, wiki, strange. If you had accepted the task of assassination, would you have done it?

He asked himself, shaking his head.

After confirming that it was the professor, I would take out my gun and shoot directly when I handed him the materials. This is clean and clean, which minimizes the need to leave marks and shortens the time to act.

Could it be that there was a quarrel, and the shooting was an overreaction in a state of emotional out-of-control?

Wiki couldn't imagine the professor getting angry. This kind little old man is always at peace. "Come on, dear wiki, you see we can think of it this way......" The pleading voice rang in his ears again, and he really regretted his aggressive discussions in the first place. And the mustache, judging by the impression left by the hologram, is modest and polite. If he is provoked, it is more likely that revenge is orchestrated than a crime of passion.

Of course, this is all psychological analysis, in reality anything can happen, and wouldn't a usually mild-mannered person suddenly erupt and surprise everyone?

After four years of math majoring, Wiki has developed a careful mind that does not let go of any possibility. He never let his emotions control his judgment. Only unequivocal evidence and reasoning can satisfy him.

Think again, wiki, think again......

That's right! What did Tommy say? - "No gunshots." On such a quiet night, a gunshot is too harsh on campus to trigger the alert system connected to the school's security department. The gun must have been fitted with a silencer.

Who would kill someone on impulse with a pistol equipped with a silencer?! It's murder!

He straightened up and quickly gathered his thoughts.

Mustache didn't kill the professor directly, but he was prepared for murder in advance, indicating that he must have made some request to the professor. If refused, he kills the professor. Such a request must be confidential, as the mustache himself says, and once in the ears it must always be kept secret. For those who refuse to cooperate, there is of course only one surest way to keep secrets.

"What is beyond my reach, I shall not make available to those who do not believe in me. For if he gains it, he who believes in me will be in misfortune. ”

Vicky shuddered at the thought of this passage. Such a murderous method can only be used by Essa.

Is it really only Essa who would do this?

The thought pierced his mind mercilessly.

Didn't he do the same thing when he shot the bearded Mebius who was about to defect to Percian during Operation Dark Night four years ago? Because defection would bring the empire closer to discovering the secrets of dark energy, Gemini killed him.

"What is beyond my reach, I shall not make available to those who do not believe in me. For if he gains it, he who believes in me will be in misfortune. ”

Isn't that a matter of course?!

He closed his eyes in agony.

"For Perseus, for Cassia and Ena, and for many others who might be like them. Sometimes it's for yourself, for yourself to live, wiki. ”

He remembered his boss's answer.

Yes, Professor Croane became the new like them last night. If he had been there yesterday, or if the same request had been rejected by the mustache one day, he would have been the same as the professor.

"Are you alright, sir?"

A gentle greeting.

He opened his eyes to reveal a stewardess dressed in Pan Amy's iconic blue uniform leaning over him, staring at him with concern.

"Your face is very bad, is there something wrong with you?"

Vicky smiled faintly: "Ah, it's okay. Thank you. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you. ”

"Okay, then I won't bother you, sir." The stewardess was about to leave, but stopped again and handed him a towel: "You sweat a lot, sir. Ring the bell and call me if you need to. ”

Vicky took the towel and found that his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat. He looked at the blue back as he left down the aisle with some gratitude, feeling a hint of warmth. The world is made up of countless such ordinary people. They are kind and friendly, but their fate is not necessarily in their own hands. The owner was right. I have to do something for these people.

The slightly cool towel cleared his mind a little, and more importantly, his mood calmed down. He turned his attention back to reasoning.

What secrets did the professor come into contact with?

"Interest, Wiki," the professor said. Could it be about the possible dirty deeds of the Cyplon meeting?

No. The professor did not do in-depth research on this issue, and the mustache did not take the initiative to send possible background materials to the door and ask the professor to keep it confidential.

He pondered last night's conversation with the professor.

What is the professor studying?

Eye of the Milky Way!

The discovery that the professor is about to read at the conference is the Eye of the Milky Way!

If the mustache doesn't want the professor to read out his findings, he will make a condition to the professor, perhaps in exchange for the confidential information he has brought, either in exchange for the secrets of the Galactic Eye, or in order to ask the professor not to mention it. After the professor rejected his proposal, which he knew and would have refused without hesitation, the mustache killed him!

A wave of excitement welled up in Wiki's mind. He had to know what the Eye of the Galaxy was, and what secrets the Professor had discovered.

During the three years they spent with their professors, they completed many studies together. This time, the professor could no longer guide him, he had to do it independently.

A year ago, when he was about to leave Faustin, the professor said sadly: "What a pity! Wiki! I'll never have such a good partner again! Do you know? If you keep up, you'll be the best ancient historian! And you, now prove me wrong by leaving! ”

This time, teacher, I will prove you right!