I always felt dizzy, and suddenly I felt someone pass behind me and say something in my ear, and the next second I immediately collapsed, unable to move my limbs and unable to lift my eyelids.

In a trance, I heard the sound of "ping-pong", and gradually I lost consciousness.

I woke up on a big comfy bed, yes I was in my home.

Walking out, I saw Miss Genius leaning back on the couch.

"What time is it and how long have I been asleep?" I asked, still dizzy.

"Heh, 2 p.m." She replied nonchalantly.

Luckily, I just had a heat stroke. It was so embarrassing to be in bed for 4 hours.

"Pour me a glass of Scotch whisky!" Miss Kit looked out the window.

"But we don't have Scotch whisky! You say that Scotch whisky is not for your appetite. ”

"Forget it."

"How's your research going?" I asked.

"There's not much progress, how can I solve a case like that of a first-class criminal so easily!" She gave me a blank look.

I didn't pay much attention to it: "It's okay, take your time, let's take a look." Rest assured, it can be solved. ”

"I know." There was something strange about her voice.

"What's wrong with your throat?" I asked, a little confused.

"It's a little cold, it's not very well." She explained ambiguously.

"You told me you'd catch a cold on such a hot day, but geniuses are always different from normal people!" I rolled my eyes and pulled cold medicine out of the medicine jar.

Genius is different, you can catch a cold on such a hot day! Also, I always feel that Miss Kit's height has become taller, and I guess the shoes are relatively tall, so she looks taller.

No matter! Anyway, geniuses are different from us ordinary people!

"I always felt like the killer was going to show up tonight." I said to Miss Genius.

"Why are you so sure?" She frowned slightly.

"Because I have an instinct that belongs only to detectives." I sank my eyes.

"You—" Miss Genius muttered quietly.

"Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death. I didn't expect this sentence to be so funny. But I really think that person is going to commit another crime, and it's on this street. "All of a sudden, I got serious.

"We can go to the streets and set up ambushes. dear。 Miss Genius spoke again.

"Okay, that's it." I nodded.

"Okay! Celebrate with a drink of bourbon! Miss Genius shouted with her hands in the air.

“OK！” I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of bourbon.

"Cheers!"

"Wait until the evening pick-up to act." We both said in unison.

Miss Genius used to say that detectives have a unique instinct that criminals will haunt and that there will be murders.

This intuition is magical, and Miss Genius's intuition is often accurate, with a ninety percent probability of being correct.

Miss Genius thinks so too, so there will be no mistakes in tonight's action.

"Bourbon is still as good as ever!" Miss Genius said.

"But don't you usually drink Vermouth wine?" I asked, confused.

"Hehe, I've drunk it a few times before, and I think Bourbon is also delicious..."Miss Genius explained vaguely.

But it doesn't matter, there are still many differences between geniuses and ordinary people.

When night falls, the black canopy hides everything. Yes, Miss Genius and I were hiding in the bushes on the side.

"Miss, are we going to stay here now?" I asked.

"Perhaps, but the Crow Messenger really didn't show up. It looks like tonight is Christmas Eve. Miss Genius smiled slightly.

"Then we can withdraw?" I thought it was strange to hear the words Christmas Eve.