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Chapter 379 Liu Yonglu solves the gourd case with wisdom!

When Bill and Jacob arrived in Amalfi, Liu Yonglu and his men had already moved into Bishop Jone's bedroom.

Before Father Jonnie was murdered, Amalfi was the first stop for Saint Barlaan to land in Victoria. To be honest, the whole process of solving the case was rather rough.

On the one hand, the church's manpower had to be divided up to organize and dispatch the cultural performances, and on the other hand, with Botticelli as the main suspect, the court focused its attention on him.

Therefore, Bishop Jone's bedroom remained intact and no one had ever entered it.

Liu Yonglu was standing in the back hall and looking at his notebook, so he naturally couldn't tell anything. Even if Father Qiao Ni's body was placed in front of him without moving, he couldn't see anything. So he could only pretend to look at the surrounding doors and windows and then ask Millie Tang for her opinion.

“There are indeed some occult symbols, and some characters from the teachings of the Virgin Mary sect.

But what exactly does it mean... maybe I need to check the books and notes that Bishop Jone read during his lifetime."

Millie Tang is indeed an expert among experts in the field of ancient Chinese characters, but after reading the symbols copied on the notebook in front of her, she was a little confused.

Firstly, many symbols were related to the Holy Maiden Sect. She was a witch and was naturally incompatible with the Holy Maiden Sect, so these more profound religious knowledge were also a blind spot for Millie Tang.

Secondly, these symbols were originally drawn by two groups of people. There were still traces of Father Jone's, but she could not guess the misleading symbols left by the murderer no matter what, because he was originally planning to lead the investigator into a ditch.

"Humph……"

Millie Tang couldn't tell, Ling'er was so beautiful, and she was secretly happy in her heart, "You showed the notebook to the witch and not to me, okay, then let's see if the witch has the ability to analyze it."

She crossed her arms and watched the fun. This case had nothing to do with her anyway. Ling'er just wanted to embarrass Millie Tang.

After entering Father Jone's bedroom, the little genius brother and sister rummaged through the drawers and actually found something unusual.

There are several hardcover books on the bookshelf, and only the outer hard cover is correct. But when you open the hard cover, you will find a banned book inside.

None other than the heresy of the Sahagunites!

In addition, there are many doomsday prophecies that were banned and suppressed by the Holy Maiden Sect hundreds of years ago!

Hiss... Seeing these banned books, not only Botticelli who was standing next to him, but also Mirandola who was accompanying him changed their expressions. Bishop Jone had such a high status, and after all this fuss, he was also a heretic?
Then the nature of the matter is different.

Millie Tang continued to disassemble the symbols left at the murder scene based on some symbols and teachings from the banned book.

But even if she could read ten lines at a glance, this was not a small project. Besides, since it was not her own business, Millie Tang was just killing time, so the progress was slow.

Just like that, from early morning till evening, my old friends Bill and Jacob came!
Mirandola explained the whole story, and Jacob quickly called the presiding judge aside:
“It seems that the Sahagun sect had planned this all along. The Sahagun sect is a heretic that distorts the Gospel of the Holy Virgin. Although it seems to have the same origin as our Holy See, the harm it causes is even greater than those pagans.

These guys are very secretive, perhaps blending in among ordinary clergy and believers.

Please ask the presiding judge to take the judges of Amalfi to investigate and arrest those remnants of Sahagun. Bill and I will accompany Saint Barran to investigate the case first."

Mirandola nodded. Now was not the time to steal the credit. She was not good at dealing with big shots like the Saints. So she simply gave the stage to Jacob and Bill.

"Mr. Saint... Richie, long time no see. Please forgive me for not having time to greet you. After all, such an incredible thing happened in the Amalfi Cathedral."

Bill came over to say hello first. As for Liu Yonglu, he was still the same Moses Sadeh as before, standing there and smiling at the two of them.

"Jacob, do you think we should go out and wait for a while? It will take time to decipher these obscure symbols, and these symbols may point to the real murderer."

At this point, Bill glared at Botticelli. In the eyes of the presiding judge, the suspect was not here, so he could just pin him to the ground and give him a few whips to atone for his sins. What truth could not be extracted from him?
"Symbols? Humph, Sir Bill, I think you underestimate Mr. Rich's knowledge and ability. In Mr. Rich's eyes, those symbols are like fish meeting water. It doesn't take much effort to translate them successfully.

Isn't that right, Mr. Rich?"

Jacob was not being sarcastic. He felt from the bottom of his heart that Saint Balan had such great abilities. "The saint is always good at it" and "all five bags are filled with oil". How could ordinary people do this?

"Haha, I can't translate it well, I'm just translating blindly." Liu Yonglu was still modest.

"Besides, Mr. Rich will criticize those fanatics who distorted the teachings of the Saint and made a lot of untenable nonsense one by one."

Jacob squatted on the ground and pinched the edge of the banned book with his fingertips to take a look.

"Haha, it's not good, it's just random criticism."

"As for the murderer... no matter who he is, his end has come. Under Mr. Rich's discerning eyes, he will be identified sooner or later."

"Haha, you can't point well, you're pointing blindly!"

Hey... Jacob's few words really stumped Liu Yonglu. Why didn't he realize it before? It turns out that Jacob, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, has also learned how to apply colors!

If I don't figure out something today, I'll really be embarrassed.

Liu Yonglu had no other choice but to secretly poke Millie Tang in the waist with his elbow, while he was mumbling through his back teeth:

"Did you see it?"

Millie Tang curled her lips and ignored him, thinking, you are Saint Baran and I am not, it's no use for you to urge me.

"Did you see it?"

Mili Tang didn't read the words, and Liu Yonglu still poked. "How can you tell! These three places are obviously contradictory!"

After stabbing Millie Tang several times, she became anxious. It was a great honor for a professor like her to accompany you to solve the case. But you just kept urging her!
"Mr. Rich, is there something wrong?"

Bill, who had no eyebrows, asked with a shameless face.

"That's about it. Let's put it this way, Mr. Bill, please do me a favor. In addition to Botticelli, there were five or six other people who met Bishop Gione that night.

Please invite them all out. I will interrogate all the suspects and those with signs and put them in a pile together and that will be it."

Saint Baran was still as humorous as ever. Bill nodded and went out to lead the people.

Just like that, old Goode, lame Pico, Reverend Rabelais, and three other clergymen of the church stood in the room.

Seeing the fake saint looking at the notes in his hand worriedly, Lame Pico was so happy!

I used to be a mystic scholar who specialized in ancient writing symbols. It would be strange if you could figure out the misleading tactics I left behind!

"I still don't know what this rose-thorn line means."

Millie Tang pointed at the notebook, and Bill and Jacob also came closer, waiting for Liu Yonglu to figure out the secret.

"You don't understand this? You don't understand the Rose Thorn Line? This is not a thing..."

Liu Yonglu shook his hands in shock. Milly Tang also knew that in the eyes of the Holy See, this guy was the saint Saint Barlax. He said that coal briquettes were white, and these people didn't dare to say they were black. Let him make it up. It was none of their own business anyway.

After glaring at Liu Yonglu, Millie Tang said nothing more.

"This rose, what does it represent? It represents love! Right..."

Liu Yonglu glanced at the people around him with a sly look. They were all concentrating on listening to his nonsense. He couldn't show his weakness now:
“Of course, besides sending gifts to lovers, you can also send them to relatives and friends, so by extension, roses mean that the crime was committed by an acquaintance!

Looking down, there are thorns under the roses. There are so many thorns, all tangled together, which means there is more than one acquaintance involved. It must be a premeditated gang crime!"

Hiss… Old Guede, who was standing nearby, glanced at the lame Pico secretly, thinking, is your symbol really effective? How come the fake saint revealed the flaws in just a few words! ?
He doesn't know that Liu Yonglu's words are used in fortune-telling. Everything he says is vague and confusing. If you apply it to yourself, most of the answers will work!

"Then what about these thirteen stars..."

Millie Tang turned another page of her notebook, which showed thirteen stars forming a shape similar to an inverted cross.

"It's not that difficult. What's so difficult about it? There are stars! There are many of them, but... they are not as bright as the sun and the moon. They just take up more space."

Millie Tang rolled her eyes in her heart, who asked you this...

"Yes, a single spark can start a prairie fire. The flame is small, but the momentum is fast. That means..."

Liu Yonglu glanced at the banned book on the ground:
"It's just that the Sahagun faction has a large number of people. They usually hide in the night sky, pitch black, and can't show their presence. But they can kill us at the critical moment!

This heresy with evil intentions must be eradicated!"

Although Liu Yonglu was making it up, just like fortune-telling, this thing has a direction. Since people are in the church of the Holy Virgin, they have to say what the Holy See likes to hear.

Bill and Jacob, who were standing nearby, nodded frequently and gave a thumbs-up, saying that Saint Baraan was not only knowledgeable but also highly conscious!

Saint Barlan is on tour! This saint is having a party!

Ling'er was the only one who understood the situation present. She was almost going crazy trying to hold back her laughter. It couldn't be said that Xiaohu's analysis was far from the correct answer. It could only be said that it was... not even close to the correct answer.

Recently she learned another sentence from Xiaohu, which is more appropriate to describe the guy in front of her.

Dog with a muzzle - Hu Le!

Ling'er felt that the translation was absurd. Lame Pico was really made to feel a little unconfident. Was this really the meaning of these misleading symbols that he had left behind?

"Finally, the fragments of Bishop Jone's body were in this position."

Millie Tang turned another page. Hearing what Millie Tang said, Lame Pico finally breathed a sigh of relief, because the body parts were not placed by him, but by Rabelais. This madman must have done it randomly. He would not find anything this time! ?

"This... this, this, this... this... no wonder you can't see it. This thing is too profound... it involves foreign culture."

After hearing what Liu Yonglu said, everyone's eyes became more focused.

"This is clearly a sleeping position! And it's not just a normal sleeping position, it's a child sleeping next to their mother.

While the child is sleeping, my mother helps him to turn over, because children's heads are soft and it is easy to get flat if they sleep on their sides. If he wants to sleep like me, with his head bent in front and his back tilted, he needs to turn over frequently.

So... this has something to do with sleeping, dreaming, and my mother!"

Hiss… Reverend Rabelais is usually a calm and composed person, but his expression changed a little now. Dreaming? A fantasy! Mom? Our Lady!

Is this man really not a saint?
(End of this chapter)