Those years when I led the Fox Clan

Chapter 114 Detective Game
Suddenly, a lot of people appeared in the room.

Rebecca was taken aback, and picked up the trident with a cry of surprise. Fortunately, Du Ge quickly pulled her over and covered her mouth, so she didn't let her throw magic.

This level, which tests intelligence, is theoretically not dangerous.

After stopping Rebecca, Du Ge looked around.

What I saw was a clearly modern room with a group of people in the house.Many dressed in 21st century police clothes, surrounded by a few people in ordinary clothes, talking constantly.And there was a person lying on the floor of the house, covered by a white cloth.Looking at the blood on the side, he was already dead.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Duge's mouth twitched, and he said to himself:
"Is this...a detective game? A secret room murder?"

Just when he was surprised, a fat and round police officer with a mustache and a leather jacket who looked like a tall man suddenly came over and asked Du Ge:
"Officer Duge, what do you think of this incident?"

Being inexplicably brought into the role of an officer, Du Ge opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't complain and was directly brought into the role.

He stretched out his hand lightly to make a waiting gesture, and began to squat down to check the situation of the deceased, and then asked questions to the police officer who collected fingerprints and blood, searching for all clues and evidence.

Rebecca looked around in bewilderment. Duge felt a little strange to see these obviously 21st century buildings and objects.Not to mention Rebecca, who looked at her in a daze, fumbling left and right.With a plush toy in his arms, he kept pulling the cord to operate the chandelier in the house, clicking, turning off and on.

"This... is this the place where humans live? It's amazing!"

"Yes, and no. To be precise, this is not the place where humans live in the mainland. This is just a virtual space, but our fox clan will develop in this direction in the future."

Du Ge said casually, his attention was still focused on the murder case.

As for why the murders in the 21st century occurred in this testing ground, he didn't think too much about it.

"What is this? It feels so good to the touch!"

Rebecca was rummaging in the closet, and suddenly a roll of black tube-shaped curly fabric came out.

"Those are stockings, which human women put on their feet."

"It's thin, what's the use of wearing it?"

"After wearing it, it can greatly increase the female charm value. Of course, the premise is that the figure is good. Because men like this thing." Duge smiled and explained. "Put it down, you can't wear it now."

"Oh……"

Rebecca responded, looked at her golden fishtail, then looked at the black stockings in her hand with regret, and felt a little reluctant to put them down.Finally, put it in your pocket and continue to study other things.Looking east and west, she finally got into the bedroom.

Duge collected evidence, and finally sat on the sofa, thinking with his chin propped on one hand.

The deceased was a young and beautiful housewife who apparently died of homicide.Because the cause of death was being hit on the back of the head from behind, the murder weapon was a dumbbell.The person who found the deceased was her husband and her husband's friend. It is said that the two were on the phone at the time. After her wife suddenly screamed, she was silent again.

Her husband and friends rushed home only to find his wife slumped next to an exercise chair, bleeding all over the floor.

Before the police arrived, the man had been staying with his friend, holding the dead body in pain, and never left the scene.

Du Ge picked up a photo of the scene and looked at it. This housewife has a hot figure and looks very coquettish.Looking at the various fitness equipment in the house, he is a person who loves fitness.

He died wearing only his underwear, slumped next to an exercise chair.

Du Ge thought for a while, checking all the possibilities.He looked up at the ceiling, and when he noticed that the color of an area was obviously pale, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He jumped off the sofa and ran out of the room. The moment he left the door, he was suddenly in a trance as he looked at the street area that only existed in the 21st century.

The memory of the first life is a long time ago.

Shaking his head, he told himself that these were just fantasies, and he was still busy with business.I ran to the nearest trash can, dumped it out and rummaged through it.Soon, he found what he wanted.

Back in the house, the police were still busy, trying to find the shadow of the murderer.

A large spray of ethyl cyanoacrylate, a reagent that reacts directly with proteins, reveals fingerprints imprinted on the surface of the object.

"Sir! New fingerprints found!"

The person who searched the bedroom suddenly rushed out, took the photo in his hand and said to Du Ge and the fat ball station chief.

"Oh?! Who is it?!"

Officer Fat Ball was startled, and immediately sent someone to confirm the identity of the fingerprints.Soon, a little yellow-haired ruffian was brought in, and his identity was verified to be correct.It's just interesting that those fingerprints were found on the bedroom bed, various underwear and toys.

Then Huang Mao's identity is naturally clear at a glance.

Since the time the yellow hair was picked up, Duge hadn't looked at him.

He kept staring at the miserable man kneeling next to the dead body, and caught the twisted expression flashing across his face.

After being interrogated by the police officer, Huang Mao knelt down and cried bitterly.

Bitterly, he roared with red eyes, not knowing whether it was because of being cuckolded or because of the death of his beloved wife.

"My lord, you need to be clear. Although I had an affair with her, I didn't kill anyone!"

"All the evidence now points to you. Only you and the husband of the deceased have been in or out of this house in the past few days. When the deceased died, her husband was playing billiards at a club more than ten kilometers away and was with his friends all the time. , how could there be a chance of killing people. And you, from last night to now, have not proved your alibi. On-site investigations have not found any traces of other people coming in, so if everything is ruled out, there is only one Possibly. You are the murderer!" The fat police officer was frothing, and convicted Huang Mao of murder.

"My lord, you are wronged! I didn't kill anyone!"

"Why did you kill her?! Why?!" The sufferer roared in pain, but his arms were held by his friends and officers to prevent him from jumping on Huangmao.

Du Ge sat on the sofa, propped his chin up the whole time and watched the farce, without speaking.

It wasn't until the end, when the fat chief ordered someone to take down the yellow hair, that Du Ge opened his mouth unhurriedly.

"Wait, he's not a murderer."

"If he's not the murderer, who is the murderer?! He's the murderer! He's the one who killed my beloved wife! Woohoo..." The suffering man, who had a nose and tears, immediately roared crazily.

Du Ge was unhurried, sitting on the sofa calmly, with half-closed eyelids, looking oppressively at the sufferer.

"The murderer, isn't it you?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was stunned and looked at Du Ge in puzzlement.

"Are you kidding me?! I am a murderer?! How can I go back and kill my wife?! I proved that I killed someone in a club more than ten miles away?!"

"That's right, that's his wife. And we were all there at the time and followed him all the way back. How could he have time to kill people?" The two friends of the sufferer immediately chimed in. Since the call from the sufferer just now, the two of them have been on him Next to him, he heard screams on the phone.

When the two returned with the suffering master, they saw the dead lying in a pool of blood.

As for the time of committing the crime, he didn't have it at all.

"Killing, it's very simple."

Du Ge's speech rate did not change at all, and he took out the two things he found before from behind.

A bundle of fishing line and a roll of scotch tape.

When he took out these two things, he stared at the sufferer's eyes, and immediately caught the details of the sufferer's pupil constriction.

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