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Zhang Jue’s identity was forged at the highest level of the administration, and he reported to the French government in advance. As long as he does not interfere in the internal affairs of France, he can say that he is anything.

Galair made another call to the director's office, and the answer he got even more puzzled: "Don't worry about who Mark Zhang is, your job is to cooperate with him! Don't say he is going to investigate the case, even if he If you ask you to take off your pants, you have to wash my butt!"

The Secretary spoke in person, and Galair had nothing to say, but was more curious about Zhang Jue's identity.

He also watched Zhang Jue carefully like his teacher Hodgson, but they didn't know the existence of an organization like the Anomalous Biological Administration, and naturally they couldn't guess what Zhang Jue came from.

Galair sighed, hoping that this person wouldn't be unfavorable.

At the request of Zhang Jue, the two marched to the scene of the crime together.

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

Including the time of the incident, the time of death of the deceased, etc., which were not explained in detail just now.

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

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

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

Opening the closed door, a strange smell came.

Even after a week has passed, the smell of blood has not completely dissipated.

As soon as he entered the hallway, Zhang Jue saw a human figure painted in chalk, with one hand stretched out, as if he wanted to escape the room.

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

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

Zhang Jue saw the second humanoid silhouette at the door of the kitchen, but the silhouette looked relatively large, if it were a person, it would be at least two hundred and fifty catties upwards.

"This is the male host." Galair dutifully introduced, "He was hit twice in the back and twice in the chest. Most of the blood in this room belonged to him."

Seeing the posture of the male host lying on the ground, Zhang Jue thoughtfully: "Has the murder weapon been found?"

Galair shook his head: "There is not yet, but one of the kitchen knives is missing. 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 from the kitchen and stabbed it in the back of the male host."

Galair said: "We judged this way."

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

"Um..." Galair was asked by Zhang Jue, they really didn't think about it.

The incident occurred after ten o'clock in the evening, and people like plumbers were excluded, and the host and hostess were all in pajamas. Obviously, they were about to rest. It didn't seem to be hospitality at all.

This Mark Zhang discovered the blind spot just when he came to the scene. It was very powerful, and Galair began to believe that he was really good at reasoning.

He thought about it, only to hear that Mark Zhang said again: "Inspector Galair, you graduated from the police academy, if you are allowed to fight this male host, you have a good chance of winning."

The male host was tall and tall, with a height of more than 1.9 meters and a full weight of more than 270 kilograms.

Even if Galair received professional training, it would be very difficult to subdue such a big man in such a small space-even if he could be killed.

Seeing that Galair understood what he meant, Zhang Jue looked around: "According to the male owner’s injury, he turned around and faced the murderer after being hit twice in the back. But look at this, is it too much? It’s a bit tidier, even the stool next to me is standing there properly—if I were the man and someone stabbed me twice, if I’m not dead, don’t care who is in front of me, I will definitely pick up the stool immediately and give it to him. —But the male host didn’t do this. There was no trace of fighting at the scene. The male host turned around, seemingly to make it easier for the murderer to stab him twice. Oh, he might think it would be more troublesome to clean."

Zhang Jue's tone was frivolous, and he didn't seem to be talking about a murder, but Galair snorted in his heart.

Obviously they were all very obvious clues, and they were not able to find out.

After Zhang Jue was stripping away the cocoon, the crime scene seemed to be unreasonable everywhere.

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

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, Galair took Zhang Jue to a bedroom.

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

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

"It's in the hands of the survivor," Galair said. "She has been holding the ring tightly."

Zhang Jue glanced at the not-so-large bedroom, and squeezed his chin: "Well...it's a bit strange."

Although Zhang Jue's thinking was leaping, this time Galair caught up with his thinking.

"Yes, we also find it strange."

Gallair said, "The murderer killed two people with cruel methods, but only left their daughter as a living, and also left such an important evidence, which is unreasonable."

Zhang Jue looked at the small closet and imagined the survivor's fear when hiding in it.

"Perhaps, the murderer has a reason to give up."

Zhang Jue personally checked all the scenes of the crime again.

As Galair said, the doors and windows were all locked, and there were no signs of intruders.

I don't know how the murderer got in, let alone how he left, and even the murder weapon is missing.

Carlisle remembered what his teacher Hodgson had said, fought a cold war, and said, "Mr. Zhang, shouldn't it be... it's really a ghost committing the crime."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Jue laughed: "Inspector Galair, have you ever heard of ghosts killing people with knives?"

Galair was speechless for a while, in fact he didn't seem to think in that direction, but the whole scene was too weird.

Zhang Jue ignored him and stared at the closet for a long time.

"I saw from the information you provided that the male owner of this house, his mother passed away a month ago. Have you investigated the cause of her death?"

"It is said to have died of a heart attack."

"It is said?"

"Um...Mr. Zhang, we don't think that the old man's death has anything to do with this case, and her body should have been cremated long ago."

"Did she leave a legacy?"

"Yes, it is a very large inheritance, including a house and millions of dollars. The money is still in the bank account of the male deceased."

Zhang Jue thought for a moment, then went back to the living room and started rummaging through the cabinets.

Galair was stunned as he watched him vandalize the crime scene, but for a moment he forgot to stop it, probably because he was afraid that Zhang Jue would really let him take off his pants.

Zhang Jue found two boxes of medicine in the regular medicine box, took it in his hand, translated it with Google, and then laughed.

"It seems we are lucky, or that the couple never expected anyone to doubt them." He put the two boxes of medicines in his hands and shook Galair. "If I remember correctly, this Taking the two drugs at the same time will increase the burden on the heart. If the user himself suffers from heart disease, he is very likely to die from the disease."

Galair looked at Zhang Jue in shock, no longer knowing what to say.

It is said that the couple's ethics is good, and there is no conflict between them and their neighbors, and there is no enemy, so the Bureau of Investigation cannot find the reason for their killing.

If they are really related to the death of the old lady, then the case will have a major breakthrough.

Gallaire swallowed and took a picture of the two boxes of medicine in Zhang Jue's hand: "I will ask them to check it immediately!"

Zhang Jue smiled: "It seems we have to go to the old lady's residence to have a look."

Now Galair has admired Zhang Jue in five ways, no matter what his identity, but his ability is absolutely beyond doubt.

When Zhang Jue spoke, he immediately contacted his colleagues and asked them to go through the formalities first, and the two of them drove to the old lady's residence.

While driving, Galair kept looking at Zhang Jue in the rearview mirror.

After a long time, he finally couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zhang, are you really the president of the Royal Reasoning Society of England?"

Zhang Jue said: "Otherwise?"

Galair turned the steering wheel: "I feel... you are more like a crime consultant like Holmes."

Zhang Jue smiled: "I am indeed a consultant, but my consultant may be a little better than Holmes."

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When the two arrived at the home of the victim's mother, Galair's colleague had already arrived first, saving them a lot of trouble.

The agent was very sensible, waited outside after opening the door, and did not destroy the scene.

Zhang Jue did his part and got in.

Because the transfer procedures are still being processed, the things in the room have not moved and everything has remained the same.

There are family portraits of several people on the TV cabinet in the living room. In the photos, everyone is smiling very brightly. No one would have thought that three of them have died.

Although the old lady lives alone, her house is much larger than that of the victim. Although the location is a bit off, it is estimated that it is not cheap.

After entering the house, Zhang Jue did not speak. He checked every room, pinched his chin with his fingers, and his eyes kept turning.

Galair trailed all the way, trying to keep up with his thoughts, but because the time was too short, he didn't find anything.

The gap between people and people is sometimes larger than the gap between people and dogs.

Galair simply gave up thinking and asked, "Mr. Zhang, have you found anything?"

"Here used to receive a guest not long ago, and the time is not short." Zhang Jue pointed to the corner of the bathroom, "There are a few golden hairs there, and the old lady who lives here has brown hair."

Zhang Jue opened the door of one of the bedrooms again: "There are scratches on the floor under the bed here. It is obvious that someone moved it not long ago. There is still a smell of Ruowu in the room. The one who lives here should be one. Young woman."

Galair could not smell the air, but the scratches under the bed were indeed clearly visible. He was pleasantly surprised: "This woman is a suspect? She knows the fact that the victim murdered her mother, so revenge for the old lady?"

Zhang Jue pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Eight or Nine will not leave ten."

Galair was overjoyed.

It took less than one afternoon for Zhang Jue to intervene in this case. He had no eyebrows from the original, but now even the suspect has been identified.

Although I don't know what the other party's criminal tactics are, as long as someone is caught, are you afraid that you won't be able to get it out of the trial?

The case turned around, and Galair's thoughts immediately became active.

"Who, you take those strands of hair for a test to see if the murderer has a criminal record, and then ask the neighbors around if a strange woman ever came here as a guest. In addition, go to the surrounding street corners and check the nearest number. The month’s surveillance video is called out to find out if there are any similar people!"

The plan depends on the people, the success lies in the sky, and the things that can be done have been done, so Zhang Jue left and waited for the results of their investigation.

Galair also thought that the case was about to be solved, and was very excited.

But sometimes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Within three days, it was all bad news.

The suspect’s DNA was not stored in the database, and the surrounding neighbors did not see any young women entering or leaving the old lady’s home. What surprised Galair most was that there was no surveillance on the street corners around UU Reading www.uukānshu.com. Similar people were photographed.

This woman doesn't seem to have appeared at all, does not exist at all.

After Zhang Jue received his call, he was not surprised by the result.

Good luck cannot always be on their side.

But in the same way, bad luck can't keep chasing them.

Just when Galair was in a state of desperation, good news came from the hospital.

The only survivor, the eighteen-year-old daughter of the two deceased, woke up.

Galair can't wait to rush to the hospital.

He trot all the way to the outside of the ward, and his heart was plopping wildly.

He has never done such a case.

Now he can finally understand the mood of Teacher Hodgson at that time.

He couldn't restrain his excitement when he thought that he would know the truth at the time of the crime in a moment.

Galair took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the ward.

In the ward, the girl leaned against the head of the bed, her whole body curled up, seeming to be very frightened.

Hearing the movement of him opening the door, the girl yelled without warning.

"Ghost! There is a ghost! Don't come here!!"

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