The so-called murder in a closed room is actually a kind of impossible crime, and the murderer points all the evidence to the closed secret room through careful arrangement. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is a high-IQ crime in which there is no second person logically, but the deceased cannot be suicidal.

Now, one key is in the victim's jacket pocket, and the other is guarded by the guard John Sr., which precludes the possibility that the killer locked it outside, then only the meditation room of the victim Ron Francis constitutes a secret room.

By the way, because there are many precision magic circles in the meditation room, which are considered important assets of the Arcane Council, its key is a magic key similar to an electronic key, and it must have a special magic circle corresponding to each other to open the lock.

This ruled out the possibility that someone had locked themselves by impersonating the key, but, beyond that, considering that this was a wizarding world, Jack needed to rule out the last possibility.

He took Peter to old John of the guard and asked, "Mr. John, can you be sure that the key here has not been touched?"

"Of course, are you questioning my vision as a third-rank knight, or do you think I'm not doing my duty?" said the old man angrily.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for my offense!" Jack hurriedly apologized, he really didn't expect this old man to be a third-level knight - but that should have been when he was young, now he only needed a one-ring spiritual spell to easily deceive the old man's eyes.

Still, Jack ruled out this possibility, because the wall in front of him was full of more than thirty keys, but there were no signs or hints.

"Well, Mr. John, the keys here are out of order, aren't they?" Jack confirmed.

"Of course, the Deputy Minister has instructed our security department to arrange these keys in a certain way every day, in order to prevent any thieves from infiltrating our important meditation room. Old John said confidently, "I have all these keys in my head for which room!"

So tight?

The facts matched his own guesses, which made Jack nod in understanding, but the next moment, he wondered, why did the deputy minister keep such a close eye on the meditation room?

"Well, Mr. John, do you know when your deputy minister first asked for this?" asked Jack.

"About six years ago!" said Old John, after a moment's thought.

Jack couldn't think of more from this time clue, so he took Peter back to the meditation zone.

"Do you know the answer?" asked Peter curiously.

"Of course. To be honest, if you weren't too good as a detective, I wouldn't have had this chance to be in the limelight. Jack squinted.

"Ahaha, most of the time I can still hold up the scene......" Peter laughed dryly and touched his head, completely lacking the coldness of his debut, it seemed that he had become a tease after exposing himself.

But, of course, now that the pressure of solving the case has been completely shifted to Jack, it is only natural for Peter to feel relaxed.

"Yes, I've seen you one of those who rely on luck to support the scene!" Jack sneered mercilessly, roughly understanding Peter's character.

"If you believe it, you don't believe it!" Peter didn't have the slightest intention of repenting, and he gladly accepted Jack's ridicule.

This made Jack embarrassed to sarcastically mock this guy.

"Forget it, you'll hear me explain it later!" ―――――― back to the meditation area, Jack summoned everyone to the door of the crime scene and began his brief reasoning show.

"First of all!" he raised his voice, attracting everyone's attention, "the deceased, that is, Mr. Ron Francis, he did not die here, here, not the first scene of the crime?"

"Huh?"

"How is that possible?"

Whispers suddenly sounded in the crowd, Jack didn't care, and continued to say to himself, "First of all, let's pay attention to the biggest flaw of the murderer, and the most direct evidence. He pointed to the ceiling and said, "Please take a look at the ceiling!"

Of course there was nothing, and most of the people were confused, but one or two people sensed the problem.

Nothing, that's the biggest oddity.

"I see!" John Rachel, the medical examiner, exclaimed, "There should be blood there!" The average height of the meditation room is about 2.5 meters, and Master Ron is one meter eight and a half tall, if he is beheaded from behind, his blood can shoot at least eighty centimeters upwards, 1.85 plus 0.8 is 2.65 meters, there should be blood stains on the ceiling!"

"That's right!" Jack nodded approvingly, "but, we know there's a big flaw in this assumption, and that's that Mr. Ron has to be beheaded first so he can have enough blood pressure to squirt blood to the ceiling." However, we can see Mr. Ron's expression, he apparently has no idea that he has been killed, in order to eliminate the possibility that he has been controlled by a mind spell......"

"There's no way he's going to be controlled by a mind spell. At this time, John interjected, and he added, "The illusion of the occult school is basically similar to making people dream, when receiving the control of mental spells, the person's eyes will constantly and rapidly turn, if the person is still beheaded at this time, how can he not look straight ahead with his eyes in focus like now!"

"Good!" Jack nodded, "thanks to Mr. Rachel for relieving me of my worries, we can now be sure that the scene of the crime is not here." So, let's think about how the murderer moved the body into this meditation room! First of all, why did the murderer break the body?"

"He might have been there to remove one of Ron's ribs?" Peter guessed curiously.

"That's a good assumption, but would a person with no sadistic tendencies break a person's body to about the same size in order to remove a rib?" Jack secretly praised Peter's ability to climax, and continued, "No! No, it won't! Then, in that case, it is natural to think that the mutilation of the corpse is a necessary means for the murderer to carry the body. ”

"You still didn't say how the murderer carried the body?" asked the pretty Hugo Heller, who was standing on the side, anxiously in a somewhat shrill voice, frowning his delicate eyebrows, and a look of pity on his face, but apparently he was too confused to notice his expression.

"Uh-huh......" Jack looked at it twice, and quickly said to himself [That's a man, that's a man!], after regaining his composure, he continued to speak, "I deduce that the murderer must have used a secret passage that was only large enough for one person to crawl forward when carrying the body, and the location of this secret passage was above our heads, and it was also on the ceiling that the murderer ignored!"

"And there's a secret passage here?" said Antonio, the red-haired minister, with a look of disbelief, "Our entire branch is made of solid rock, how can there suddenly be an extra secret passage?"

"I think that may be the reason why the deputy minister has always chosen this meditation room as a dedicated meditation room, and that may be the secret he wants to work hard to protect~" Jack saw the puzzled eyes of the crowd, and hurriedly reassured, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm going to talk about the basis of my inference next." At this point, we have to take a look at this string of information that the murderer deliberately left, hey, look at ~ a string of footprints leading from the doorway to the pool of blood, what does it do, why did the murderer deliberately leave it?"

"To confuse us?" Peter finally came to his senses.

"Yes, you don't think it's like a death message, so you think it might be the murderer using it to confuse you, yes, it is indeed used to confuse you, this series of footprints, like a black cloth used to attract attention in magic, or a hat, it makes your eyes focus on the ground, looking for clues on the ground. Jack paused, shook his index finger, and said mysteriously, "What's more, the murderer didn't actually have the idea of leaving footprints at the beginning, and the clumsy trick he did was actually forced to do so." ”

"Why?" asked Hugo, looking at Jack with his large, watery eyes, confused.

In order to create a picture of the corpse falling to the ground and splashing blood, the murderer should have deliberately thrown down the corpse at a distance from the ground. And this pair of shoes should have been neatly lined up from the beginning, and the murderer didn't pay attention when he threw it, so he directly let the shoes print two bloody footprints on the ground. He probably hadn't realized how deadly the neatness of the chaotic corpses had been at first, when he thought about it and sneaked back again......

"The bloody footprints under the shoes are basically dry!" This time it was the clever Tifa who cheered for Jack.

Jack smiled and nodded to her, "So, as you know, the murderer used those feet to stain some blood stains on other pools of blood, and then deliberately walked out a series of footprints to make it look like it walked in through the door, because the blood of the corpse was almost dry at that time, so even if the murderer tried very hard to stamp it, he could only stamp a very shallow one." Look, aren't the last two side-by-side footprints a little deeper?"

"But......" Jack's reasoning came to an end, and the police officer named Tom retorted, "these are all your conjectures, Mr. Scarlett, which, though plausible, is fragile, and may I ask you, do you have any conclusive evidence? and more importantly, you have not said who the murderer is!"

"The murderer wow, I don't think it's any of the three of them, I think the murderer is more likely to be hiding in a secret passage. As for the evidence you said...... Just look for it, see if there's a secret passage above your head, and if you don't find it, just let me just talk nonsense?"

That said, Jack believed in the famous words of Sherlock Holmes:

"If any other possibility doesn't exist, no matter how incredible it may seem, what is left is the truth. ”

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