Rooney was very simply recruited after being brought into the bureau - the more than a hundred pounds of money he found on him could not be accounted for at all, and as an ordinary hotel helper, he was too young to save so much money. Rooney confessed the facts of the case - he had his own financial problems like the innkeeper Alex Ferguson, a man who loved gambling and owed a considerable amount of debt, and if he didn't pay at least one interest before a certain time came, he could be forced to disappear. So he tried hard to find some way to get some money during this time, and it happened that Mr. Bobby came to stay there.

Rooney had not been familiar with Mr. Bobby before - he had only been working at the hotel for three years, but he had learned about Bobby Charlton's profession while listening to his companions' chat, and that he always carried a sum of cash with him, which led to his ill thoughts. At first, Rooney was just trying to steal a sum of money while Bobby Charlton was asleep, and then take it with him. But when it was about ten o'clock that evening, when he had climbed from the tree outside the window to the windowsill of Mr. Bobby on the second floor, and had slipped through the window with a wire, he was looking for money when he heard someone open the door with a key from the outside— It was very strange that Mr. Bobby opened the door again after nine o'clock, and came back about ten o'clock about this, and Ferguson, on the other side, was very surprised when asked this question, and said that he did not see Bobby coming down or going up at the counter, and of course he walked away a few times, and perhaps coincidentally did not see Bobby Charlton's whereabouts.

Rooney didn't have time to run, so he picked up the hammer pinned to his overalls. Just a few steps into the room, Bobby Charlton swung his hammer and struck him in the back of the head. Then Rooney, who had become a frightened bird, hastily dug into Bobby Charlton's purse. Then he found about a hundred pounds of change in his briefcase. Then he crawled out of the window again and fled. But there was no train at night, and he didn't want to be a definite murder suspect in the first place, so he was lucky enough to leave after dawn.

But not long after dawn, Mr. Ferguson called him to the second floor, and he was so frightened that he felt for the knife in his pocket, thinking that Mr. Ferguson had found out that he had killed Mr. Bobby. But when he was called up, he found that Mr. Ferguson had just told him to open the door together, and Rooney said he didn't know anything about whether the chain was really locked when it was opened. "Probably locked up, right?" he looked at the policeman's face. "Yes! it must be locked!" and the inquiring detective made a casual note, "This man has no clear memory of what he saw or heard."

To be honest, Rooney was also terrified after stepping into the room, and he remembered very well that he had smashed Bobby's head instead of cutting off his head. Fortunately, Mr. Ferguson told him to call the police, which quickly stopped him from running away - no matter how stupid Rooney was, he knew that if he ran away at this time, the police would treat him as a prisoner in the first place.

However, it seems that the police are a little useless, they ask Mr. Ferguson and Rooney some questions, and then rule them out of suspicion - coincidentally, these two people have been witnesses to each other, but they don't know that they have been to Bobby Charlton's room one after another, and Rooney is still the murderer of Bobby, but Rooney finally thinks it is better to leave quickly, especially after the man with the same eyes follows the deputy sheriff to question him again, and this feeling is even stronger. So he decided to run away, and staying in the bureau now is the end of his unsuccessful escape.

"Okay. The last question. Where did you put Mr. Bobby's head?" the police in both interrogation rooms asked the same question at almost the same moment, and the inmates in the two different interrogation rooms were stunned before denying that they had cut off Mr. Bobby's head. "Sir, I hit Mr. Bobby in the head, but I don't need to leave with his head", "Bobby had no head when I entered!"

But no matter where Mr. Bobby's head went, his lost money and his murderer had been caught—as for the whereabouts of his head, it was generally assumed that one of the two people must not want to say. The cops tend to be Alex Ferguson, who is not to be sent to the gallows because his crimes are not the same as Rooney's, perhaps because he is trying to avoid one more charge and refuses to say it.

But when the deputy sheriff asked about the first case of old Terry, Holmes picked up his pipe and took a puff of cigarette, "I'm sorry, I can't give you a reasonable explanation for the time being" Watson also rarely saw Holmes in trouble, this case really has no evidence pointing to anyone. But Holmes himself returned to Baker Street and took out a notebook and wrote down the case and his analysis. Watson was curious, "What is this, Sherlock Holmes? I've never seen you write a case record." ”

"This is my case of failure, Watson, I am not an all-powerful and omniscient God, and there are some cases that even I don't have a clue about. ”

Bo Fu was now sitting on the Black Swan and drifting with the tide, the weather was very good, the Black Swan was not hiding in the fog, Bo Fu pulled a chaise longue and sat in the shadow of the sails on the deck to enjoy himself--with a stack of London and Shanghai tabloids at hand, and since he woke up again, Bo Fu had fallen in love with the low-level tabloids in the two cities.

Birfaux picked up the newspaper in his hand, flipped through it casually, and when he stumbled over a small report, "Sir Henry Baskerville has married Lady Berard Delmore." Immediately, Bo Fu tapped his forehead with his finger slightly, "Is there an end to the Baskerville matter?" The Black Swan gradually approached an island in the Caribbean Sea with the sea breeze and currents. Seabirds hovered over the Black Swan's mast, and the slight sea breeze made the Black Swan sway gently, and the ship had actually stopped moving at sea. Bo Fu lay on the chaise longue, leisurely enjoying the sea breeze, about twenty meters away from the Black Swan is an island. There is no sandy beach on this side of the island, but an almost vertical rock wall – a coastline that is very common among volcanic islands, and there are many such islands in the Caribbean. The rock wall is about 10 meters high, and there is a small one-story house about 5 meters behind the rock wall.

The wind blew the light yarn behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a beautiful woman appeared behind the light yarn. Bo Fu's eyes were already looking here, and he saw the woman's pupils shrink suddenly after seeing the Black Swan, "Long time no see, Miss Adelaida." (To be continued......)

PS: I took my son out to play today, so I wrote a chapter hastily, and the double watch became a dream bubble