Night Raven Master

Chapter 420 Detective Game
Walking into the living room, on the ceiling, the chandelier lit by current casts light, illuminating the living room.

The living room is actually very large, but the space seems a little smaller because of the classical decoration.

The living room has three sofas, a long table, and several chairs.

Because of professional habits, Yager glanced under the sofa and the table——

There are signs of movement.

He must have moved the tables and chairs specially for this gathering, so he made a deliberate circle, walking from the back of the sofa to the chair on the left.

Judging from the wear and discoloration of the different positions of the sofas and chairs, only two of the three sofas are in the living room, and the other one has no light discoloration. It seems that it should be placed in a warehouse or something else that is not exposed to light frequently. of the place.

As for whether the newly bought bench is a bit worn out
Based on Yager's understanding of Rodman, he likes to collect old things, and it is not impossible to buy such a sofa.

And at this moment, his vision became blurred again——

In his field of vision, there were three people sitting on this sofa that was not faded by the light.

A little girl in a pink dress, a lady in a red cake dress, and a man in a wine red suit.

They raised their hands, as if they were taking pictures, and they were fixed on the sofa.

The moment he subconsciously retreated, this trance scene disappeared the next moment.

"what is the problem?"

Yager shook his head, and the abnormal scenes that appeared from time to time gave him a creepy feeling.

Due to the angle of the others, only Rodman noticed his appearance, and he walked up to Yager:

"Yag, I'm really sorry, I don't have time to prepare too many things, so I can only let you sit in chairs."

The three sofas can seat 12 people, but only three people can sit on each sofa.

As men, the three including Jager and Rodman actually didn't care about these.

"It's okay." Jag shook his head, then sat down on the chair next to him.

At this time, Jager's senior, Kaolanke, clapped his hands:
"Come on, let's start the first activity now, scene reasoning!"

With that said, he turned his head, looked at Jag and said, "Yag, tell me about that—"

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

And this very familiar process in the detective agency also made Jager miss it a little. He put the chaotic scene that was attributed to too little sleep behind him, coughed, and said:

"Then, the plot is that Mr. Detective Alar died in the apartment. Clues include a printed bank statement, a corpse and photos of the scene. The police said that his employer's lover strangled him. Please deduce the real case. "

"The real case, Jag, you are so cunning that you did this." Amansera chuckled, "Then I'll come first, I want to see the photos!"

At this time, Romand next to him asked his butler to bring paper and pen, and a dice:
"I only have six-sided dice here, so let's make do with it."

"So, Amansera found a clue in the photo."

Yager also took the paper and pen, and said while recording, and he suddenly paused:
"Amansera is the owner of the flower shop, so I didn't observe very carefully. I can only get a clue of the corpse."

Hearing "the owner of the flower shop", Amansera was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"I protest! The owner of the flower shop is also very observant, because he has to observe the growth of the plants."

"But it's limited to plants~" another young woman beside her chuckled, "If it's Yi Gele, we can find more clues, right? Yi Gele?"

After thinking for a while, Igor replied:
"There is a difference between clinical and forensic."

After becoming a doctor, he also understood the difference between forensic medicine and clinical practice.

Regarding the scars and other traces on the corpse, he actually seldom touched them, let alone strangled to death, such traces are actually difficult to distinguish.

"I see."

Yage also nodded. As a detective, he actually received more commissions for investigations of various extramarital affairs. After a year, he only came into contact with homicide cases twice, and he had no real contact with forensic medicine.

Seeing Yage's actions, the woman next to Amansera felt a little helpless:
"Igle, this will lead to fewer clues."

"Eh!?" Igor remembered, and then looked at Yage, "Yes"

"No, you're a clinician and a forensic doctor are different." Although it was half-knowledgeable, Jager immediately used it.

"Haha, Igor, you're missing a clue." Kaolanke smiled, "I'm coming too, I want to check the bill."

"Senior Kaulanke is a bank clerk, right?" Yager recalled the status quo just mentioned.

"That's right." He grinned, "I can use my authority to inquire about the owner of the bill and a lot of economic information."

When he said that, in Yager's eyes, he turned into the weird posture just now, a two-headed man with two heads, ugly and hideous.

Forcibly suppressing the palpitations of seeing this scene at close range, when he raised his head again, the scene had recovered.

However, Jager was already a little tired amidst the repeated chaotic scenes.

"What's the matter with you, Yag?"

"It's okay, I was thinking you could get a few clues." Yager replied reluctantly, covering his forehead.

And the others didn't hear anything, they just thought that he was worried about how to make up clues——

"Haha, it's not easy to make up stories temporarily."

On the side, because there were too many people, several people did not participate in this detective game.

Rodman and another person went to the window, and while observing the actions of Yager and the others, they secretly took out a small bag containing powdery objects from the hidden pocket at the waist.

After Rodman gave the man his gaze, there was a trace of seriousness in those blue eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"If you want to join the Church, eat this, Bahus."

"What is this?" The man named Bahes held the small bag in his hand, and he still kept a smile on his face. In the eyes of others, it seemed as if the two were talking about some interesting things in college.

"Don't ask so much, if you want to join the church, just eat this thing."

Rodman stared at the people who were playing detective games, and his eyes swept over Kaulanke, Amansera and others, revealing a trace of nostalgia:
"Otherwise, you understand."

"If you don't eat this, you don't even have to think about getting out of here."

Bahes laughed bitterly in his heart, looking at his former friend, who would have thought that he was a member of the largest dark force in the fog city - the Black Bell Church?
(End of this chapter)