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That hand could bend all four probes in ten seconds. Unless the opponent used to run, otherwise, he would not be able to complete the distance by walking in such a short time.

Obviously found a clue, but brought more questions to Hodgson.

Hodgson couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and almost turned gray with worry.

One night, he even had a nightmare in which the woman's hand came out of the void and strangled him around the neck.

And the next day, his assistant also said to him mysteriously, "Inspector, I don't think the one who stole the ring is a human..."

Hodgson decisively stopped his nonsense.

After solving cases for so many years, Hodgson has also seen many bizarre cases, all of which were finally confirmed to be committed by people.

It can be said that he is a very firm materialist.

But this time the incident was indeed very different from the past.

Hodgson couldn't lie to himself.

Holmes once said.

After eliminating all impossible situations, what remains, no matter how incredible, must be the truth.

At this time, the higher-ups had already started urging him.

So he made a report to the Bureau of Investigation.

He only wrote one sentence in the report.

Ghosts commit crimes.

Oddington, Director of the Bureau of Investigation, slammed the report on his face: "You want me to use this to explain to the people of the whole country?"

Hodgson lowered his head: "My lord, this is the conclusion I came to after a month of investigation. Except for ghosts, I can't think of anyone who can do such a thing. If you don't believe my conclusion, you can let other colleagues take over this case .”

Hodgson "gives up on himself", and Director Oddington can't do anything about him, who makes him the best detective in the whole of France.

Director Oddington did send other people to investigate, but they either failed to achieve anything, or, like Hodgson, concluded that manpower could not be done.

As a last resort, Oddington could only order his subordinates to compile a "reasonable" dossier. Even if he couldn't find the ring, he couldn't be ridiculed by the people of the whole country and even the world.

Although it was ridiculed in the end.

This is the whole story of the Theft of Eternal Love.

After Hodgson finished speaking, he lit a cigarette.

Although it has been three years, he can still remember every detail, which is enough to see how much this case has affected him.

Zhang Jue kept pinching his chin, obviously thinking.

It was the woman's hand again.

I really found the right place this time.

Is it just really ghosts?

A ghost, will come to steal the ring?Will push him towards Shirley?

Zhang Jue couldn't figure it out.

But in this world of the Bureau of Abnormal Biology, probably anything can happen.

"Inspector Hodgson, have you investigated the tourists who visited during the day?" Zhang Jue asked.

Hodgson shook his head: "At that time, the museum was open to the public for a full eight hours. There were more than 2000 people who visited 'Eternal Love', and a large part of them were tourists from abroad. It was impossible to investigate them one by one. The situation at the time did not allow me to do that. But I have watched the surveillance video many times, and no one came within two meters of the ring."

Zhang Jue nodded.

Hodgson is just a detective, and his abilities and powers are very limited. This matter is very sensitive, and it may even become a diplomatic incident if he is not careful.

This case was even more tortuous and bizarre than Zhang Jue's experience, so it's no wonder that Hodgson and no one else were willing to bring it up.

Hodgson only had so many clues, Zhang Jue planned to leave after listening.

Before he had time to speak, he saw another police car parked on the side of the road, and a young detective got off from it, also rushing towards the farm.

Zhang Jue thought he was sent by Director Oddington to find him, but when the detective came to him, he was stunned when he saw him and Jack, and then asked Hodgson, "Teacher, who are they?"

"Eh..." Hodgson didn't know how to introduce Zhang Jue's identity.

Zhang Jue reached out first: "Mark Zhang, an amateur writer, come and inquire with Inspector Hodgson about the theft of Eternal Love three years ago, and plan to adapt it into a book."

The young detective looked him up and down: "The case is not closed yet, so I want to adapt it now, it's not appropriate."

Hodgson frowned and said, "Galair, don't be unreasonable. This is a writer specially hired by the British royal family. He has been authorized to know the details of the case - why did you come to me?"

Galilee glanced at Zhang Jue, and then saw Detective Jack next to him. Although they belonged to different departments, they knew each other and knew that he was Director Oddington's confidant.

Galaire pondered for a moment, sighed, and said, "Teacher, I came today because of that case."

……

The Eternal Love that disappeared for three years was toured, and the National Museum of France is on display again.

But how it came back, the Bureau of Investigation did not disclose to the outside world.

Because it involves another case.

I don't know if it's fate, but this case was in charge of Hodgson's student, Galilee, who was a teacher at the police academy.

Simply put, the ring was found at the scene of a murder.

A family of three, two dead and one injured.

The death conditions of the two deceased were very strange, and the expressions on their faces were terrified, as if they had seen something terrible before they died.

When neighbors came to visit, they smelled blood in the house and reported it.

Investigators arrived after hearing the news, broke in and found the only survivor—the daughter of the two deceased—in the closet.

Galilee surveyed the scene in the usual way of homicide.

He found that the house was very clean, without any signs of being invaded.

Even the doors and windows were locked.

It seems that they deliberately don't want people to run out.

The whole house is like a huge secret room.

Except for the reporter, the surveillance outside the door did not capture any other visitors.

I don't know how the murderer got in, let alone how he left.

Galilee led his team to investigate for a week, with limited progress.

Then he thought of the theft his teacher had investigated three years earlier, when it was said to be haunted by ghosts.

Galile naturally didn't believe it, so he rushed over and wanted to ask the teacher about the details of the case.

Because judging from the modus operandi of this impossible crime, the thief and the murderer are very likely to be the same person.

After listening to Galaire's introduction, Hodgson sighed.

If it was him a few years ago, he would definitely join Galilee's team and check it out.

But now that he was limping, and most importantly, he had lost that spirit, even if it was possible to find new clues, he didn't want to move.

Seeing his teacher like this, Galilee sighed, but he couldn't say much. He said goodbye and was about to leave, but was stopped by that writer Mark Zhang.

"Detective Galilee, I will investigate this case with you, maybe we can make some progress." He said.

Galilee didn't have a good impression of him at first, so he couldn't help but glanced at him, the meaning was obvious—just by you?

The writer seemed to see the disdain in his eyes and laughed.

"Okay, stop pretending, I have a showdown, I am not a writer, let alone a prince, I am the president of the British County Royal Reasoning Association, and I was invited by my country's head of state to help you catch the murderer, how about it, Are you scared?"

……

Thanks for the reward from the big guys on the other side.

There are so many people on National Day, everyone should pay attention to safety when going home.Ask for tickets by the way.

Chapter 363 The Suspect That Doesn't Exist

Zhang Jue's identity was forged through the highest level of the administration, and he had reported to the French government in advance. As long as he did not interfere in France's internal affairs, he said he could do whatever he wanted.

Galaire made another call to the director's office, and the answer he received made him even more puzzled: "Don't worry about who that Mark Zhang is, your task is to cooperate with him! Don't say that he is going to investigate the case, even if he is I told you to take off your pants, and you have to wash my ass too!"

The chief himself spoke, and Galaire had nothing to say, but was more curious about Zhang Jue's identity.

Like his teacher Hodgson, he observed Zhang Jue carefully, but they didn't know that an organization like the Bureau of Abnormal Biology existed, so naturally they couldn't guess where Zhang Jue came from.

Galilee sighed, and only hoped that this man wouldn't be too helpful.

At Zhang Jue's request, the two headed towards the crime scene together.

On the way, Zhang Jue asked Galaire about the case in detail.

Including the time of the incident, the time of death of the deceased and other circumstances that were not detailed just now.

But time is limited, and more questions may not be known until the scene of the crime.

After a week of investigation, the house has been sealed off.

The neighbors who came and went walked around, as if they were afraid of being infected by that bad luck.

Opening the closed door, a strange smell came.

Even though a week had passed, the smell of blood still hadn't completely dissipated.

As soon as he entered the entrance, Zhang Jue saw a human figure drawn in chalk, with one hand stretched forward, as if trying to escape from the room.

"This is the hostess of this house." Galaire introduced, "When we found her, she was lying on the ground and stabbed three times in the back."

Zhang Jue nodded, and the two walked into the room.

Zhang Jue saw a second human silhouette at the door of the kitchen, but this silhouette looked bigger. If it was a person, it would weigh at least 250 jin.

"This is the master." Galile dutifully introduced, "He was stabbed twice in the back and twice in the chest. Most of the blood in this room belongs to him."

Looking at the posture of the male master lying on the ground, Zhang Jue thought thoughtfully: "Have you found the murder weapon?"

Galaire shook his head: "Not yet, but there is one missing kitchen knife among the kitchen knives. We found the same style on the market, which matches the shape of the wound."

Zhang Jue said: "In other words, the murderer took the knife out of the kitchen, and then stabbed it in the back of the host."

Galilee said: "We judge like this."

"Don't you think it's strange?" Zhang Jue looked at Galilee, "According to your autopsy report, the hostess and hostess were killed after ten o'clock in the evening on the day of the incident. At this time, the murderer can still enter their kitchen, presumably It was an acquaintance who committed the crime, but there were only three water cups on the coffee table in their living room, and there was obviously no sign of entertaining guests."

"Eh..." Galilee was stopped by Zhang Jue's question, and they really didn't consider this.

The time of the incident was after ten o'clock in the evening, and people like plumbers and electricians were excluded, and the hostess and hostess were both wearing pajamas, obviously preparing to rest, and it didn't seem like they were entertaining guests at all.

This Mark Zhang discovered the blind spot as soon as he came to the scene, and it was so powerful that Galile began to believe that he was really good at reasoning.

He was thinking like this, only to hear Mark Zhang say again: "Inspector Galilee, you graduated from the police academy, if you are asked to fight this male master, you have a few chances of winning."

The male owner was tall, over 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 270 kilograms.

Even if Galaire had professional training, it would be very difficult to subdue such a burly man in such a small space - and he might even be counter-killed.

Seeing that Galaire understood what he meant, Zhang Jue looked around: "Judging from the host's injuries, he turned around to face the murderer after being stabbed twice in the back. But look here, isn't it too much?" It’s a bit neater, and even the stool next to it stands there properly—if I were that man, someone stabbed me twice, if I didn’t die, no matter who was in front of me, I would definitely grab the stool and give him a hit immediately But the host didn’t do that, there wasn’t even a trace of a struggle at the scene, the host turned around, as if to make it easier for the murderer to stab him twice, oh, he might think it would be more troublesome to clean up. "

Zhang Jue's tone was frivolous, as if he was not talking about a murder case, but Galaire's heart skipped a beat.

They were all very obvious clues, yet they failed to discover them.

After Zhang Jue unraveled, the crime scene seemed to reveal irrationality everywhere.

Galilee looked at his back looking around, and suddenly felt that the position of president of the Royal Society of Reasoning might be real.

At this time, his attitude towards Zhang Jue has changed a lot.

Maybe this person can really help them solve the case.

After reading the locations of the two corpses, Galile took Zhang Jue to a bedroom.

He pointed to the wardrobe with a half-open door in the bedroom: "The survivor was found in that wardrobe. She was stabbed in the abdomen and is still in a coma."

Zhang Jue nodded: "Where did you find the ring?"