The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 491 Intuition
"Ah."

He Nan nodded and bid farewell.

Afterwards, He Nan walked directly towards the exit.

"It's meaningless to watch surveillance now." Shirley said so boredly.

"Hmm..." He Nan nodded in agreement, and fell into deep thought: "I was wondering where the murderer might live. Isn't it a little too unsafe to live nearby? It's easy to be exposed. So, in fact, she is completely Chances are you don't live in the area."

"Well, of course it's possible, but she should have come here at least some time in advance." Shirley said slowly: "Besides, you can't leave here immediately after the assassination is completed. Because if you flee immediately, the suspicion will be too great." Tall and easy to get caught."

"So this case is not easy to investigate. It can only be said that at present, she still tends to consider the direction that she needs to monitor the state of Shaoyaolou garden. Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for her to sneak into it and assassinate." He Nan frowned, holding the He walked out of the underground parking lot with his chin: "There are no useful clues, it's really difficult."

"I'm afraid the clue that is useful is that the echo has known it for three days..." Shirley paused as she said this, remembering that another day had passed: "Oh, four days ago, someone went to the main rudder because of the pursuit of a white paper fan. Sending flowers made Ms. Dong very angry, right... That's why Echo used this method to irritate Ms. Dong and lead her to the main entrance the day before yesterday."

"Well." He Nan nodded, and said: "This matter is indeed worth noting. However, the significance of the clue is not too great. After all, the news has not been controlled internally. Everyone in the gang knows that there is such a thing. I just dare not speak out. Therefore, the echo is also easy to inquire about."

"That's right. This is different from the kind of news that few people know about." Shirley nodded, and said: "It is impossible to conclude that Echo is the ghost of their gang."

"Although the possibility of an inner ghost seems relatively high at present, I still think that the most unlikely thing is an inner ghost." He Nan complained.

"Why?" Shirley asked.

"Because of intuition." He Nan said seriously: "My intuition tells me that this case is not the work of an insider, Shirley."

"Oh, intuition..." Shirley smiled wryly and shook her head: "Although I instinctively feel that I'm not an insider, but your way of saying it is too foolish."

"But there's nothing wrong with what I said." He Nan said awkwardly: "Look, you don't think it's an insider, do you? It's just that you don't know why. If you solve more cases, you will have this intuition more or less. It's more accurate."

Of course, one cannot fall into the misunderstanding of empiricism.

Cases can never be solved by intuition.

Physical evidence and witnesses are best.

If not, at least you have to use logical evidence to convince others—and your own heart that is not a bastard.

Only a bastard detective would think of closing the case easily.

It is impossible for a truly responsible detective to pursue the truth and its reasonable explanation.

He Nan and Shirley are such people.

Perhaps, most detectives used to be like that.

It's as if police graduates are all for the pursuit of justice in the first place.

However, they gradually changed due to changes in their mentality and so on.

It became less serious and persistent, and it also violated my professional ethics.

He Nan felt that they were not worthy of being called detectives, they had tarnished the profession.

If it was He Nan who was said that, he would definitely feel very sad.

But more should be annoyed.

So definitely blow their heads off.

However, what if they are the ones who are said to be so?Do they really care and feel sad?

He Nan was skeptical about this.

He felt that there was a high probability that it would not.But maybe in a lonely rainy night or other sentimental environment, I will recall the original situation and sigh.

Because it is easy for people to think too much in a similar environment.

After He Nan and Shirley walked out of the parking lot, the next target they asked was the nearby sugar stall.

Seeing the skill of the boss in making sugar figurines out of syrup, He Nan found it very strange.

Nowadays, even in China, it is rare to see sugar stalls.

After all, there are so many things that children are interested in now. As a kind of thing that can only be seen but not eaten, there is not much market for sugar man.

The so-called "not very edible" actually means that it is not very hygienic.

Even if the master wears gloves when kneading the candy figurines and lets the customers inflate them by themselves, there is still the problem that they will become dirty after being played and placed as toys.

In the past, when sugar was a rarity, it was basically eaten after playing, but it is different now.

No one cares about sugar anymore.

Therefore, they are all thrown away to ensure health.

He Nan watched the boss pinching the rabbit-shaped candy man with great interest.

So, I couldn't help but stop and watch for a while before asking questions—anyway, the boss is currently busy receiving a family of guests, which is quite busy.

"Why, are you interested?"

Xue Li looked at He Nan and found that he seemed very interested, so she asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Ho Nan watched the rabbit-shaped sugar figurine being inflated, feeling a little interested: "The main thing is, don't you think it's cute?"

"Well, indeed." Shirley nodded in agreement, "Why, do you want to buy one?"

"That's not true." He Nan shook his head, "I'm not that interested."

"Heh... Actually, looking at these sugar figures, I thought of something else." Shirley looked down at them, and said leisurely: "You said that if someone can use superpowers to blow out sugar figures Gaining life, what is his strength?"

"I think it's a very rubbish level." He Nan shook his head: "This super power is too useless, it's useless. The sugar man doesn't have much attack power either."

"Let them have it." Shirley raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and gestured with her fingers: "For example, the kind that can become a giant, and a helicopter can be slapped."

"...Uh, then this ability is a bit too strong." He Nan complained: "But the premise is that a normal-sized sugar figure can become a giant by itself. If it needs to be manually squeezed into a giant, then it is still not enough What's the use, who can pinch such a big one... Oh, it's not just pinching, this thing needs to be blown up, even if you use an inflator, you may have to operate it for a long time."

Imagining how the pump would pump up such a giant sugar figure, He Nan felt full of joy.

Shirley naturally did the same, and even laughed out loud.

This seemed to hit her laughing point seriously.

He Nan made up his mind, but he just thought it was funny, and couldn't really laugh at all.

Sure enough, laughing at something like this is a matter of opinion.

(End of this chapter)