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Strange to say, after Zhang Jue's guidance, Evelyn faced her own fears, and her mental state seemed to be better, but the two of them still didn't bother her for too long.

"Mr. Zhang, did you find anything?" Galilee asked.

Zhang Jue was thinking, and laughed when he heard this: "Inspector Galilee, I find that you don't like to use your brain very much recently."

Galaire smiled awkwardly: "Being able to clearly recognize the gap between yourself and outstanding people is also a kind of ability."

"This is a good flattery, it's really embarrassing for you, Inspector." Zhang Jue patted Galilee on the shoulder, "I can give you a hint, why do you think that hand can teleport from the male master's body?" Behind the hostess, then teleported to Evelyn's bedroom, but didn't follow her into the closet?"

Galile was stunned for a moment, and found that this was indeed a very unreasonable place.

He asked subconsciously, "Why?"

Zhang Jue smiled at him.

"Secret."

"..."

Galile felt a little like cursing.

But now he has recognized Zhang Jue's ability. Whether this case can be solved depends on this thrust master.

Seeing Zhang Jue walking towards the outside of the hospital, he shouted, "Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Go to the investigation bureau, I probably guess who the prisoner is."

……

While driving, Galile observed Zhang Jue from the rearview mirror.

Although his reasoning ability was not as good as Zhang Jue's, he was still keenly aware of Zhang Jue's words.

What he said just now was that he guessed "who" the prisoner was.

That is to say, he not only knew the criminal's criminal methods, but even knew the identity of the prisoner.

According to normal language habits, it is generally necessary to be accurate to a certain person before using such a description as "know who".

Galaire guessed that Zhang Jue had probably dealt with this murderer in a similar case before.

Zhang Jue sat on the back seat of the police car and closed his eyes to rest.

He didn't lie to Galilee.

After so many days of investigation, he had indeed targeted someone.

In his impression, only that person has such ability and can do so many unimaginable things.

But he can't be sure, so he needs to go back to the Bureau of Investigation, re-read all the materials, and find some evidence.

The two returned to the Bureau of Investigation. Zhang Jue first found the surveillance video of the day Eternal Love was lost in the museum three years ago.

But what he watched was not the video of the Eternal Love exhibition hall, but several surveillance videos outside the exhibition hall.

There are a lot of recordings and it is very time-consuming.

He watched it at [-]x speed first, then switched back to [-]x speed, and watched some suspicious places again.

At the same time, he also asked Galile to check the visitor records of the victim's home in the past month-it can be found from the surveillance on the street corner.

Although Galaire didn't understand why, he had learned to do it first and ask later.

A few hours later, Galilee came back from the outside with a large roll of videotape in his hand.

"Because the victim just inherited the old lady's estate, they plan to sell the house. In the past month, many real estate agents and individual buyers have visited their house, so the crowd is very mixed."

"That's right." Zhang Jue took the video tape and threw it on the table.

"Eh? Mr. Zhang, don't you want to watch it?" Galaire asked in surprise. Because of the different organizations he belonged to, he had to spend a lot of effort to get this video tape.

"No need." Zhang Jue shook his head, "I have confirmed the identity of the prisoner."

"Forehead……"

Galaire was stunned for a moment. Although this was great news for him, he still didn't know what to say.

Those videotapes that Zhang Jue watched were watched countless times by the investigators, and they even analyzed them frame by frame with a computer, and found nothing suspicious.

And this person confirmed the murderer by going through it so quickly?

Doesn't this mean that these people in their investigation bureau are all idiots?

Galaire thought of Holmes.

He, like his teacher Hodgson, is very fond of the detective.

The Mark Zhang in front of him gave him the same feeling as Sherlock Holmes.

The reasoning process of ordinary people is from one to two, from two to three, and there are traces to follow.

But perverts like them probably go from one to five, from five to ten, and their thinking jumps very violently, like a lunatic.

Even if the president of the Royal Society of Reasoning later grabbed a taxi driver and told him that this was the murderer, Galile would not be surprised.

"Um, Mr. Zhang, so what should we do next?" Galilee asked.

"Inspector Galilee, I wonder if your head is out of your wits." Zhang Jue sat on the chair with a slightly helpless expression, "Now that we know who the murderer is, our next step is of course to catch her .”

"..."

In fact, I can't blame Galilee.

In the French Bureau of Investigation, he is also one of the best talents, having solved many twists and turns and bizarre cases, but Zhang Jue makes him look a bit mentally handicapped.

You have to admit that if you have an omnipotent genius by your side, you will gradually give up the habit of thinking.

Because as long as you ask him, he will overturn all your previous conclusions, and then throw out an idea that you will never think of in a very short time, telling you that this is the best solution.

Galilee's arrogance at the beginning was shattered by Zhang Jue, and now he has a very accurate positioning of himself - a tool man who can only do errands.

"Then how do we catch her?" Galilee asked shamelessly.

"Ah, this is indeed a bit difficult." Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, "How about you report the girl's waking up through the news, and let's do a wave of fishing law enforcement, how about it?"

"..."

Looking at Zhang Jue's expression, Galaire couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.

After getting along for a few days, Galile still couldn't figure out his temper. Sometimes this person is very serious, and sometimes he looks like a playful second-generation ancestor.

"Really?" Galilee asked tentatively.

"Of course it's true, but it's hard to say whether the other party will be fooled or not. It depends on luck." Zhang Jue raised his legs, thinking of something, and the corner of his mouth pulled an arc, "It's different from my unlucky father. My luck has always been good, and I hope this time, it will be the same.”

……

Three days later, the 3 and 13 major homicides in France were published in the newspapers and hit the headlines of major news. Even the TV news channels set aside time for special reports.

According to reports, because of the tremendous stimulation, the female survivor had lost her memory and could not remember the circumstances of the incident at all.

After being discharged from the hospital, she will take a large amount of inheritance from her father and grandmother, and leave her hometown in anonymity.

And this case was shelved because of too few clues.

Because the case of the theft of the ring has not been solved so far, the prestige of the French Bureau of Investigation among ordinary people has dropped to the lowest point in history.

For this report, most people regard it as a joke.

Only a handful of people guessed the reason why the Bureau of Investigation did this, probably to lure the murderer to silence him.

But can others not see such a simple strategy?

So it was taken as a bigger joke.

As soon as this report came out, it caused a strong reaction. In addition to the national TV station, many local TV and even webcast people rushed to the hospital.

The entire hospital was overcrowded for a while, and journalists holding interviews and videotaping machines were everywhere.

If it wasn't for the investigation bureau's preparations, the entire hospital would have been flattened by these people.

But he still almost had a conflict with these people who were desperate to make money.

In the lobby of the hospital corridor, a young woman wearing a peaked cap and holding a camera frantically took pictures of this scene.

She wore a press card on her chest, and it seemed that there would be a new report about the conflict between the Bureau of Investigation agents and the journalists.

But the next second, her camera was taken away.

She looked up, and saw an oriental man with black eyes and black hair standing in front of her, just blocking the way between her and the gate.

Wearing a brown trench coat and a deer cap, the man looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes—except without the big pipe.

"I said, you really dare to come." He smiled, and then said to the person dressed as a detective next to him, "Come on, Galilee, let me introduce you, this lady is the one who killed Eve The murderer of the Lin family, oh, you also stole the ring, am I right?"

……

Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, a big paratrooper for their reward.

Thanks for the 5000 point reward from Dao Dang Shrimp Skin.

Chapter 365 More and more questions

Many years later, Galile, who has become the director of the Bureau of Investigation, will still think of the afternoon that changed his fate.

He will never forget that Mr. Zhang, who looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes in a brown windbreaker and a deerstalker hat, randomly found a woman from among the reporters and said to him, "Come on, Galaire, let me introduce you Now, this lady is the murderer who killed Evelyn's family, oh, you also stole the ring, am I right?"

There was no sign of this scene, Mr. Zhang's tone was calm and his attitude was casual, as if he was not introducing a murderer, but his girlfriend.

Galilee couldn't react for a moment.

It was none other than the lady caught by Mr. Zhang who took the lead in responding.

One second ago, she widened her innocent eyes, as if she didn't know what he was talking about. The next second, like a dancer, she made a movement of raising her legs high, and suddenly put Mr. Zhang in his hand. The camera kicked off.

Mr. Zhang has quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately jumped up, holding the camera firmly in his hand again.

And the woman shot again and again, the target was still the camera.

Galaire didn't understand why the two of them were so obsessed with that camera.

What surprised Galaire was that Mr. Zhang not only had strong reasoning ability, but also had very good physical skills—or extremely good. If the two of them fought each other, he wouldn't be able to last three minutes under Mr. Zhang's hands.

The same is true for that woman, knowing that she was invincible, she wanted to escape.

But another thing happened that surprised Galilee.

The TV reporters and self-media who were originally interviewing all took off their clothes, revealing the uniforms he had never seen inside, and they all surrounded the murderer with vigorous skills.

It was only then that Galaire realized that these people were actually invited by Mr. Zhang.

They are well-trained and have strong individual combat capabilities. They are obviously not members of the Bureau of Investigation, but more like special forces.

Although the terrain in the hospital was complicated, the female murderer retreated steadily under their siege, took out a pistol, and took a hostage.

At the critical moment, Mr. Zhang miraculously appeared behind her and knocked her unconscious with a knife in his hand.

Galaire's eyes widened, because a few seconds ago, Mr. Zhang was leisurely watching a play outside the crowd.

He seems to be able to teleport?

After the prisoner was caught, Mr. Zhang sent him to a special car. Galaire saw that there were three big letters printed on it.

It was an organization he had never seen before.

Mr. Zhang walked towards him with a smile on his face, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, Inspector Galile, you're done. Thank you for your cooperation these days. The next thing is not something you can set foot in. Go back and wait for the reward."

Reminiscent of the murderer and Mr. Zhang's extraordinary abilities, Galaire felt as if he knew something extraordinary.

Later, the case was settled like this, and the Bureau's prestige among the public dropped again and again, but Galile was not only not punished, but also rose all the way to the position of director.

And it wasn't until the day he took over, when he handed over from the previous director, and came into contact with some fields that he couldn't touch before, that he realized how terrifying that Mr. Zhang was.

Of course, that was a long time later.

……

Time went back to the afternoon when the murderer was caught, the sun was shining brightly.

Zhang Jue didn't strike hard, and the woman woke up soon.

She found herself sitting in an interrogation room. On the opposite wall were eight boxy characters, which seemed to be in Chinese, but she couldn't read them.