"Dead?!"

On the street in the dead of night, Ma Wei looked at several policemen in front of him in disbelief: "How did you die?" ”

"I don't know."

"When did you die?"

"I don't know."

“.... What do you know? ”

"We know you're one of the suspects."

The lead officer showed off the revolver on his waist, this thing is much more advanced than the flintlock pistol, it belongs to the new era, the rotating magazine is enough to fill five rounds, the construction is simple, and there is no fear of duds.

"To go or not to go?" He asked.

"Let's go."

Ma Wei replied without thinking.

Hearing this, the officer smiled, put down his lifted clothes, and asked his men to summon the carriage over.

This kind of trick is simply tried and tested, every time he encounters a case, as long as he shows his revolver, the suspect will either obediently cooperate or turn around and run.

For the suspect who turns his head and runs away, he will not hesitate to pull out the gun, knock the other party down with one shot, and then....

The case can be declared closed.

It's neat, and you can go to the tavern for a nice drink after work.

Pity....

Today it seems that it can't be done.

Riding in a rickety four-wheeled carriage, Mavi and Yunia drove towards 155 South Street under the strict gaze of the two policemen opposite.

On the ridges on both sides, countless petite figures followed closely, flexibly crossing the gaps between the houses, one after another, silently and continuously.

"Big brother meow, the master was arrested by the police, should we do it?"

While staring at the carriage below, Xiao Hei asked Fat Orange's opinion: "Just four policemen, as long as we rush up, we will definitely be able to end the battle in an instant!" ”

"Hands-on? You want to kill all the cops below? ”

"Even if you don't kill everything, you can't watch your master being captured by them... The owner is an innocent meow! ”

"If he's innocent, why do you want to rob someone?"

"What if those policemen slander their masters.... I don't think they're very smart! ”

"You robbed someone before the case was resolved, although you can save him, but at the same time, you will also make him guilty of murder." Fat Orange said in a deep voice: "Human society has its own rules, we can't act rashly, if these policemen dare to slander him and put trumped-up charges on him, that's the reason why we should do it, understand?" ”

"Meow.... Got the big brother. ”

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Ma Wei, who had no idea about the cat's conversation, came to South Street again, and the door of House No. 155 was full of people, all wearing blue tuxedos with clear water, and in the doors and windows on both sides, you could occasionally see the curious eyes of the people who ate melons.

"Inspector Macmillan."

The police officer in charge of detaining Ma Wei came to a thin middle-aged man with a yellow face and a turned-brim round hat, raised his hand and saluted: "I brought the suspect Mavi Enders here." ”

"Hmm."

Inspector Macmillan looked at Marvey, one hand in his tweed coat, and asked routinely, "Are you Marvey Enders, the priest of the Church of Truth?" ”

"That's right."

"What are you doing at Lady Maggie's house at 2 p.m. today?"

In the face of this normal and easy-going interrogation, Ma Wei was originally a little relieved, the appearance of the police officer who didn't know what to ask just now had a great impact on his heart, although he knew that the police system in this era was so fucked, but when trouble befell him, he still hoped to see normal people.

Obviously, the police inspector Macmillan in front of him is a normal person.

"I have been entrusted by the believer Jacob Valentine to settle his conflict with Lady Maggie."

"What contradiction?"

"On the question of the ownership of pets."

"Well, that's what Jacob Valentine said."

Nodding slightly, Superintendent Macmillan turned his head to look at the officer beside him: "Why hasn't private investigator Dilloc Holmes come yet?" He was in New Ross yesterday! ”

"It should be almost there," the officer scratched his head, "We sent someone to look for him an hour ago." ”

Da... Da... Da...

The sound of the cane hitting the stone bricks came from afar, and the rhythmic melody seemed like a jumping note in the music every time, and you could tell that the owner must be in a good mood when you heard it.

The crowd, including Ma Wei, looked back, and saw that at the end of the stone pavement, the red light was getting closer and closer, and soon, out of the shadows came a tall man holding a cane, a heather pipe in his mouth, and a tall black felt hat.

"I smell the case." He said, "Macmillan, what's going on here?" ”

"Sherlock Holmes...."

Inspector Macmillan pressed his forehead and said with a headache: "I shouldn't have sent someone to find you, because you yourself will run over with the smell of the case.... Didn't you see my men? ”

"No, I was walking down the street and somehow ended up here." Dilloc Holmes shrugged: "Your face looks like pickled saury.... Who died? ”

"Maggie Chriss, who lives here, is a family seamstress, her husband died of illness last year, and she has a daughter under her knees...."

Without much excess, Superintendent Macmillan apparently understood Holmes' temper and began to introduce the identity and background of the deceased.

After listening....

Dilloc Holmes didn't even look at the scene, and directly raised three fingers: "I want to see Jacob Valentine, Gilbert Wilkin, and the pharmacist Giuseppe Dias." ”

"They're all here, and they're in the house."

Inspector Macmillan arranged everything, and was just about to go to the house, when he suddenly remembered something, paused, and looked at Mavey on the side: "Sherlock Holmes, there is another suspect, Mavey Enders, the priest of the Church of Truth, don't you want to see him?" ”

"He's not a prisoner, why should I see him?"

"He also came to the deceased's house this afternoon, he must be suspicious!"

"Macmillan, you look at the shoes and nails he wears, they are clean and tidy, there is no mud at all, and he is very particular about dressing, this kind of person usually has a very serious cleanliness habit, and when I was walking, I found that South Street was full of wet mud, and my shoes were dirty when I walked a few steps, and I couldn't see clearly at night, and I would accidentally get on my clothes."

"Then he can't clean up the traces after the crime?"

"The body of the deceased was found because of a barking dog, that is, he died around 6 p.m., and it is 30 minutes away from the Church of Truth even by horse-drawn carriage, and he has no time to clean up the traces, and besides..."

Dilloc Holmes turned around, his gray eyes looking Ma Wei up and down, and finally stopped at Yunia beside him: "He also has a little girl with him, her clothes and shoes are also clean, but there is some cream left at the corner of her mouth, which means that she just ate a snack not long ago, and the snacks that can be creamed are not cheap, and as far as I know, there is no pastry shop in New Ross City that sells cream pastries, so the cream snacks she eats must have come from a rich man's house and were made by a professional pastry chef." ”

In the dull gaze of the people around him, a strange smile rose at the corner of Holmes's mouth: "Macmillan, when it comes to this, don't you still understand?" ”

"Can't he put his daughter at home and come out to commit a crime on his own?"

"You still don't understand...."

Shaking his head, Sherlock Holmes sighed, and said faintly: "Dressed appropriately and cleanly, it proves that Mavi Enders pays great attention to his appearance, this kind of person usually has a deep understanding of his identity, commonly known as idol baggage, and generally does not commit crimes himself, not to mention that he has no mud on his feet, the possibility of coming to South Street on foot is almost zero, as long as you ask the coachman in the city, you will know if he has come to South Street at night, secondly..."

"Since he can let his daughter eat creamy snacks, it means that he is not short of money or knows a rich person, and has a good relationship with the other party, so close enough to take his daughter to the other party's house to eat special food."

"What reason does a priest who has the baggage of an idol, who pays great attention to his words and deeds, and who has some contact with the rich, and who seems to be not short of money, murder a family tailor who lives in poor South Street? He has enough resources and connections to make the other party's life worse than death, there is no need to kill people at all! ”

In the admiration of everyone's sudden realization, Ma Wei's eyes gradually lit up.

He sought the truth and knew that there were three kinds of truth.

Spiritual truths, geometric truths, and.... Logical truth!

The private detective named Dilloc Holmes in front of him, he has clear logic and quick thinking, isn't he the fitter of logical truth?!