The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 183 He is definitely not evidence that he left

"Hey? Mr. He Nan, aren't you a supporter of Mr. Osborne?" He seemed very surprised: "But I think you defeated the searchlight?"

"That doesn't mean I support him."

"But Searchlight is trying to slander the Osborne Group?"

"...I will help defeat him only because I want to help Martin and Mark—do you know those two police officers? They are also under the control of the General Administration now, and they are patrol officers." He Nan avoided the question of what the searchlight wanted to do.

"Ah... I know... I heard that they were also there." Cohen nodded quickly and said, "Besides, Mark and I used to be in the same police academy. It's just that I enrolled earlier."

"Ah...that's right." He Nan heard this for the first time, and he became interested: "How many graduates of your police academy are like you who can stick to their original aspirations?"

"...Actually, many people don't have any original intentions." Cohen was a little worried when he said this: "I was fine when I first entered school, but now... the atmosphere in the police academy is getting worse and worse. Gangsters try to control students from the very beginning. Although some people are not afraid of them at first because they are young, this gang is both soft and hard... After a long time, few can stand it."

"Is it going to be corrupted from the root... Obviously the new police are the hope of the society." He Nan was very upset when he heard that: "Ah... the time it takes to degenerate is so short, but it is so difficult to change it back."

"Yes... But in fact, the original police force is also very corrupt... If you want to change it, you have to reinvent it." Cohen's tone was a little lost: "I hope that the police department can be completely clean, and I am only satisfied with restoring the original state It's pointless."

"But even if it is the original state, it's an extravagant hope. It's better than bad... If it's not so bad, it's considered a better balance." He Nan said so far, listening to the sound of the elevator coming up, he turned his attention to the elevator entrance : "Looks like our key is here."

For a moment, He Nan was even a little worried that a dead body would be exposed when the elevator door opened.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

The police officer successfully returned with the key. He Nan took it, thanked him, and gently inserted it into the keyhole.

As the door lock opened with a crisp sound, He Nan gently pulled it open, looked at the scene inside, confirmed that there was no bloody scene, and stepped inside with confidence.

"Well...it's quite tidy here." He Nan turned on the light and carefully observed the surroundings, paying special attention to whether there were knocked down furniture and a large number of shoe prints belonging to different people, but found nothing: "Hmm ...There is no trace of intrusion. But it does not mean that the intruder has never been here. We can check the surveillance later."

"There is no surveillance here, He Nan." The policeman reminded him: "There is no surveillance in the whole apartment, including the yard. I asked by the way. They pay special attention to the privacy of residents."

"Damn, it's like this again... No matter how private it is, at least it should be installed at the entrance and the elevator?" He Nan clicked his tongue, feeling helpless: "Then it seems that we can only use the old method to confirm... In fact, we It can now be seen that the speculation that Benny Marvel left the house and fled is absolutely unfounded."

"Why?" Cohen was a little confused.

"Because you look at this." He Nan opened the cabinet, grabbed a silver, palm-sized badge, showed it to the two, and took a photo of it: "Benny Marvell is a composer, so he deserves it Small award, this badge is it. If I read correctly, it is still silver. Why does he not take this badge of honor? Even if it is sold, it is worth some money! It is enough to omit it here It means that Benny was taken away."

"Ah... indeed." Cohen nodded.

"Everyone look around to see if there is any information that may be related to the case. Especially Cohen, check where there may be fingerprints of the murderer - although I don't think there will be any, they will definitely wear gloves." He Nan said. After thinking for a while, he reminded him: "Oh yes, check the doorknob of the exit and get your fingerprints. There must be fresh fingerprints of Isaac or Rick on it. These can be used as evidence that they have been here."

So, the three of them dispersed and began to investigate everywhere.

He Nan first went to the room closest to the living room to investigate—that is, the bathroom.

People in the United States like to place the medicine box in the toilet or bathroom.

He Nan wanted to come here to see if there was anything special in his medicine chest.

Unsurprisingly no.

... except for a small bottle of green medicine in a cylindrical bottle.

Um……?
He Nan held it and looked at it for a while, frowning.

There are no marks on it.

Not even a handwritten label.

This drug is so dubious.

It made him think at the first time that it could not be drug addiction - after all, the probability of art creators being infected with this thing is not low.

It smells good...

He Nan unscrewed it, and carefully smelled it with a fan.

This... this smell is...!
...Oh, essential oils.

Cough, cough...!
After He Nan smelled the familiar pungent smell, his nose and eyes burned, and he even coughed.

Uncle!Fengyoujing is Fengyoujing, why did you tear off the label? !

Think this green liquid looks coquettish? !

He Nan felt that he had been tricked, so he put it back in its original place annoyed.

Then, walk into the workshop on the side.

There is a piano, a desk with a computer, ink and quills, and an abundance of paper.

There are many sheet music drawn on it.

Oh... quill.

... pay attention to.

It feels like the renaissance period.

When composing music, take a pen dipped in some ink, draw a few musical notes...and then go back and forth, which is much more troublesome than the current fountain pen.

He Nan took the quill pen out of the bottle, took a lot of it carefully, looked at the ink, and then looked at the music score next to it, thinking for a while.

Later, he also photographed the scene as evidence.

This is the second strong proof.

...Proving that once Benny disappeared, he never left here by himself.

There are three reasons.

First, ink aside, this pen is very valuable to Benny.

The nibs and feathers themselves are expensive, and the barrels are custom made.Engraved on it is the initials of Benny Marvell: B·M.

It is impossible for him to abandon this beloved quill.

Second, the score is only half written.

Also, there's a rest that isn't even finished.

It can be seen that he ran to open the door in a hurry.

And I plan to open a door for people to come in, and then come back to continue my creation.

Third, the ink bottle is not covered, and the quill remains soaked in it.

This hurts the pen.

Long-term exposure of the ink to the air will affect the color and volatilize.

(End of this chapter)