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Chapter 380 Philosophy about Hats

Liu Yonglu spoke eloquently, and really stunned the audience from the Holy Lady Sect, especially Jacob and Bill, two old acquaintances.

They were smart this time and brought notebooks with them. As Liu Yonglu spoke, they took notes.

If you want to make your lies sound scholarly, you have to be a crosstalk performer.

Liu Yonglu's three explanations seem to be fabricated, but they are actually very well-founded. The first one concluded that the murderer was a group of acquaintances who committed the crime in groups.

This actually has nothing to do with semiotics and is entirely based on common sense.

A bishop was cut into pieces in his own church. It must have been a premeditated crime committed by an acquaintance. Who would kill a bishop for no reason and not steal his belongings after killing him? That doesn't make sense.

As for whether it was a gang crime, Liu Yonglu simply felt that the murder scene was too complicated and one person might not have enough time to clean it up.

So although his judgment was groundless, it was not absurd.

As for the second point, it was a reassurance to the two judges. Liu Yonglu didn't have an objective and clear judgment on what the Saint's Sect was like. Was it good or bad?

But at least after I traveled through time, the Saint Party treated me very well, and there was nothing wrong with my human nature.

Sister Lucy gave him egg tarts, the little genius brother and sister 1408 had fought together for life and death, and the head of the mendicant order had helped him evacuate the crowd from the venue a few days ago.

Each and every one of them was a favor, and Liu Yonglu was thinking about repaying them.

So I would like to take this opportunity to state that St. Barabi supported the orthodoxy of the Holy See. There is no mysticism here; it is all about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

As for the third point, to put it bluntly, it is all about mystification and the golden dots and golden hooks (a term for physiognomy and fortune-telling).

Although he was talking nonsense, Liu Yonglu's eyes were not still. He was touching around while talking. What was he touching? Observe the expressions of the suspects in the room.

This is also the basic skill of fortune-telling and face-reading, observing words and expressions, and taking the pulse.

Botticelli looked thoughtful. When Liu Yonglu mentioned that it was a gang crime, a look of relief appeared on his face. However, he clenched his fists immediately afterwards, and no one knew what he was thinking.

This kid... is a suspect, but just like he said, if he really did it, it would be a case of murder in a dream, committed unconsciously.

When Lorenzo heard Liu Yonglu say that he wanted to wipe out the Sahagun faction, a hint of fear appeared on his face, but he was normal otherwise.

Others...

Liu Yonglu read the faces of each one, and finally he focused his attention on Lame Pico. This BK had been smiling since he entered the room, and did not have the nervousness and seriousness at all when facing the judge.

Is it that Jacob is not willing to do anything? Or is it that you are too arrogant!

Liu Yonglu had a bad first impression of him.

Then, when he talked about the intention represented by the symbol, his expression was not very natural and his smile was a little stiff.

Liu Yonglu may not be sensitive to other expressions, but he is particularly good at studying smiles. He knows whether a person’s smile is real, fake, or just an expression without any real smile!

There's no way. He used to make a living from this. How could he not know whether the audience feedback was good or not?
So Liu Yonglu felt more and more that there was something particularly problematic about this thin man who was dressed in rags, had pockmarks on his face, and stood with his body tilted.

Thinking of this, Liu Yonglu walked back and forth in the room very naturally with his hands behind his back. The suspects stood in a row, lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. They did not know Liu Yonglu's specific identity, but they knew that he was an important figure that the presiding judge had to be respectful to.

"Snapped!"

After strolling around twice and coming behind the lame Pico, Liu Yonglu suddenly gave BK a big slap on the neck!
This was so sudden that not only the suspects, but also Liu Yonglu's relatives and friends, and the two judges were stunned.

The lame Pico reacted even more violently. He leaped forward four or five meters, then turned around and glared at Liu Yonglu in shock and anger.

"What's your name?"

Liu Yonglu was smiling, as if he was not the one who hit the man just now, and he was still asking questions politely.

"Pico Mochiola, we all call him Lame Pico..."

The Pico man was completely stunned. Liu Yonglu had just slapped him on the back of his head, and his ears were still buzzing. The key point was that he couldn't figure out what this fake saint meant? Did this reveal my identity?
Fortunately, there was a colleague next to him, with whom he had a good relationship, so he answered courageously.

"Limp? I see you have very nimble legs."

Liu Yonglu was even more suspicious at this time. If it weren't for Saint Balan's identity, he wouldn't dare to try it. But he was fearless at this time and place. Even if you are a pagan or an assassin, everyone in this room is my people. What can you use to fight me!

But in order not to wrongly accuse a good person, he walked over and patted the lame Pico on the shoulder.

"Why did you hit me..."

After a long pause, Lame Pico blurted out these words.

"Who told you to wear a hat?"

After saying this, Old Goode, who had been lowering his head, and Pastor Rabelais' pupils shrank. What's wrong with this fake saint?! He is moody.

But they didn't dare to move or look up, and still stood there.

"Yes, yes, blame me. Your Excellency the Inquisitor has something important to ask tonight, and wearing a hat is indeed a bit... impolite."

Pico forced a smile, took off the dirty hat on his head, rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Hey, that's right, your little head keeps twisting, you need to stand up straight."

Liu Yonglu noticed that when the man put his hat into his pocket, he fiddled with it with his fingers.

"I'm sorry for what happened just now. I do have something to ask you."

Lame Pico just stood back on his front foot and was about to reply. “Bang!”

Another big slap on the neck!

"Why aren't you wearing a hat?"

When Liu Yonglu was beating him, he didn't look at the lame Pico, but looked around at everyone, including outside the window. He wanted to make a show of force, and he had no idea whether Pico was a suspect or not.

But if you do this, maybe a suspect will be scared out of his wits!
But these people's reactions were relatively normal. The suspects showed confusion and fear, while the little genius brother and sister and Jacob Bill all had fanaticism in their eyes.

"me……"

Pico is about to collapse!
In fact, the three of them had already put together a plan before they came. They were ready with how to explain the meeting with Bishop Jone that night, how to explain that they had no motive or weapon for the crime, and who to get to testify for them.

I didn't expect that this fake saint didn't play by the rules at all!
"Who told you to wear a hat?" "Why don't you wear a hat?" What kind of question is that!

Pico was in tears.

Father Rabelais secretly made a gesture to old Goode behind his back. This strange fake saint must have caught Pico's trick!
When Liu Yonglu raised his hand again this time, Pico's shoulders visibly shrank.

"It's okay, I'll just move my wrists."

Liu Yonglu asked with a playful smile while shaking his hands:

"Then let me ask you..."

Before he could finish his words, Pico suddenly pulled out a horse bone-shaped flying knife from his pocket and threw it towards Liu Yonglu with a strong wind!

Don't wait for you to ask! Strike first!

At the same time, Pico quickly turned his body and ran towards the window!

However, the scene of the flying knife piercing the body did not appear. The flying knife was intercepted by a page of white spell light curtain while it was still in the air. The horse bone hit it head-on and a puff of black smoke rose up.

Pico's nickname is Lame, but that's all fake. In fact, there is nothing wrong with his legs and he is quite fast. Just as he was about to climb out of the window, he saw a white figure suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed the back of his clothes from the position closest to the window.

Father Jone's bedroom was on the second floor, and there was an olive tree growing by the window. The moment Pico paused, the olive tree grew vigorously.

The brown branches that poured in through the window woven into a giant sack like tanned cowhide, swallowing up the lame Pico whole.

Things happened so quickly that in the blink of an eye a suspected assassin was exposed to everyone and then eliminated in an instant.

Needless to say, the one who made the move was Xiao Hu Ling'er, the "Wang Chao Ma Han" beside Liu Yonglu.

Ling'er reacted faster than Xiaohu, not because she cared about Liu Yonglu, but because she felt that his analysis just now was nonsense and he would definitely not be able to find any useful clues.

She put her hands on her hips, waiting to see Liu Yonglu make a fool of himself. When this guy was at a loss, she would jump out and make an impassioned speech with loud and clear voice. Then this guy, her silly brother, and the annoying witch would all look up to her.

But she didn't expect that Liu Yonglu would suddenly launch into a dialectical philosophical thinking on "whether to wear a hat or not".

Just when she was puzzled, Lame Pico's hidden weapon arrived, and Ling'er subconsciously used her great power.

At this time, the little girl was standing in the house, blinking her eyes, a little confused about the situation.

What does that mean? So the suspect has been found? This guy's irrelevant symbol analysis is correct?

But this result is obviously wrong... The world was created by the conflicting collision between chaos and causality. This is what God the Father said to me.

There must be a cause for every effect... What happened just now?

"As expected of His Excellency Saint Baran."

Jacob wanted to take off his hat to the saint. Wonderful! So wonderful! First, he used his profound knowledge to decipher the clues left by Bishop Jone, and then used incredible methods to catch the heretic assassin.

Alas, when he thought of this, he hated the little genius brother and sister even more.

Why did we leave you two to Saint Barlax in the first place? If you had stayed to learn from the saint, you would have definitely had a place as the future Chief Judge of the Court of Inquisition!

"Hey... there's nothing.

There is a road to heaven but he doesn't take it, but he rushes into hell without a door."

Liu Yonglu read a few words to himself. In fact, he was also confused... Oh, he was exposed? He was too impatient.

"Let's interrogate the heretic assassin first. We should be able to find some clues from him." Chief Judge Bill asked the saint.

"This is your home court, you have the final say."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand in an approachable manner.

"Go back to your rooms and rest. You are not allowed to leave the Amalfi Church without permission."

Judge Bill sent away the other suspects and patted Pastor Rabelais on the shoulder and gave him some words of encouragement.

Everyone in the room saw clearly that it was he who grabbed Lame Pico's clothes when he was running away. Hey, he had seen this pastor before.

Humble and loyal, he was implicated this time.

When Old Ed was about to open his mouth after leaving the room, Rabelais shouted:
"Let's talk later!"

He had to be careful. The scene just now was seriously beyond his judgment. At this moment, Rabelais felt that he needed to re-evaluate the fake saint.

Could he really be Saint Barlan?
(End of this chapter)