[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

On this day, because Hannah came back to work, the work of the police station was a little more relaxed.But after get off work, Zhou Mao still has to stay at the police station.Hannah was supposed to be on duty at the police station tonight, but Fein's condition had not stabilized and she still needed her care, so she temporarily changed shifts with Zhou Mao.

When the police station was empty, Zhou Mao couldn't help thinking about the case again.

The three words black, judge, and Christiania have been bothering Zhou Mao since the end of the seminar.Zhou Mao tried his best to understand what the familiarity these three terms brought him.But still confused.

He repeatedly wrote these three words on the paper, and before he knew it, he had already filled the entire paper.Just when he was about to throw away the paper in his hand and change it for another, a slender white hand tapped Zhou Mao's table lightly.

Zhou Mao raised his head, and as expected, Paul came again.When his gaze met Zhou Mao, the corner of Paul's mouth curved into a beautiful arc.He put a beautifully packaged carton on Zhou Mao's desk.

"Here you are," Paul said.

"Is it something to eat again?" Zhou Mao asked.

Paul nodded.

"...I'm really embarrassed that you always bring me food." Zhou Mao looked at Paul and said hesitantly. "And every time I eat it all by myself, you don't eat it at all."

"Mr. Police || is on duty so hard. As a citizen, it is right to bring this little condolence item." Paul looked at Zhou Mao with a smile.

"Could it be that you really want to bribe || the police|| police?" Zhou Mao said with a serious look. "I can't accept this kind of condolence."

Paul smiled, and stretched out his hand to touch Zhou Mao's head: "Since Mr. Police Officer doesn't accept bribes||, then I will feed my reserve food." He opened the box: "I want to drink yours Bloody, make you fatter, and I can drink more."

The moment the box was opened, a sweet smell wafted out.Inside is a square opera cake, coffee syrup, chocolate cream and sponge cake layered together, the top layer is decorated with simple and elegant patterns.

...Is the calorie too high, Zhou Mao thought, it seems that Paul really wants to feed me into a fat man.

Seeing that Zhou Mao didn't move, Paul cut off a small piece with a fork and stretched out to Zhou Mao: "Do you want me to feed you?"

"No need." Zhou Mao blocked it hastily, took the fork and said, "I'll eat it myself."

The cake is really delicious, the chocolate and coffee syrup melt in your mouth, the sweetness is enough but not greasy.Zhou Mao cut another piece and stuffed it into Paul's mouth when he was not prepared.

"Try it too." Seeing Paul's surprised expression, Zhou Mao couldn't help but smile and said, "It's really delicious."

"This kind of cake is a bit too sweet for me." Paul swallowed the cake, held Zhou Mao's hand, and lightly licked the top of the fork: "I prefer the taste on the fork."

Zhou Mao blushed when he remembered that the fork had just entered his mouth.He quickly withdrew his hand and ate the cake with a dull head.

With a smile on his face, Paul watched Zhou Mao with a tangled and happy expression, and delivered the cake to his mouth one bite at a time.

The paper full of three nouns was placed in Zhou Mao's hand, which attracted Paul's attention involuntarily.

"What is this?" Paul reached out and took the paper over, staring at the content on the paper with interest.

"It's about that poem." Zhou Mao replied. "Those three words seem to indicate something to me. But I just can't think of one. Do you have any ideas?"

Paul stared at the paper: "I don't know what these three words represent. However," he tapped the word "black" with his hand: "Recently, there is a nursery rhyme popular among children on the street, which is related to black people." Relevant. Interesting content too”

Paul shook his head and recited:

"Ten little niggers, out to dinner;

One was choked to death, and nine remained.

Nine little niggers, stay up late;

One overslept, and eight remained. ………”

As if a thunder had exploded in Zhou Mao's head, he quickly raised his head.

This nursery rhyme made the vague intentions in Zhou Mao's mind instantly clear.

This nursery rhyme is all too familiar.As a person who likes to read mystery novels, Zhou Mao can even memorize this nursery rhyme.

If Christie can be regarded as the abbreviation of Christiania, the old name of Oslo, then the black man and the judge are equivalent to directly pointing out the answer.

In the little poem printed in blue ink, the line "The Negroes of Oslo have invited the judge" is undoubtedly referring to Agatha Christie's famous mystery novel "And There Were None".

In this book, the nursery rhyme "Ten Little Negroes" is everywhere, and the judge is also one of the most important dead.

But if this line of the poem is really talking about the novel, what does it represent?

In addition to this question, there is another bigger and more important doubt slowly emerging in Zhou Mao's mind.

Seeing Zhou Mao blankly in front of him for a long time, Paul couldn't help shaking his hands in front of his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"No...it's nothing!" Zhou Mao came back to his senses in an instant, he quickly ate the rest of the cake, then crushed the box and threw it into the trash can.

"Don't be so anxious." Seeing Zhou Mao's hurried appearance, Paul couldn't help feeling a little amused. "The night is still long, you can eat slowly."

Zhou Mao sat down, crumpled up the paper full of words, and threw it into the trash can.Paul kept smiling at him.

"Can you... um... don't look at me." Zhou Mao couldn't help saying, being terrified by Paul.

"What's the matter?" Paul tilted his head, still staring at Zhou Mao: "I have nothing else to do, see if you can do it?"

"...It's not impossible." Zhou Mao said, "Then what do you usually do at night? After all, in the middle of the night, most people are asleep. You don't have anything to see, right?"

"Don't do anything." Paul gently circled Zhou Mao's desk with his hands: "Sometimes I don't do anything, just sit on the bell tower of the church, and the night passes quickly."

"However," he looked at Zhou Mao, and smiled softly again: "If I know a little police officer who often needs to be on night shift at night, then life at night should be more interesting."

Zhou Mao nodded slightly: "I mean you can come to me when you are on the night shift. I will try not to take a nap and stay with you."

Paul slowly moved his body towards Zhou Mao, with a smile in his eyes, he said softly and ambiguously: "Since it's rare to agree to accompany me, let's do something that only two people can do. "

Zhou Mao's face turned red instantly.He moved his stool back.Avoiding Paul's gaze, he lowered his head and whispered, "This is not acceptable."

The corners of Paul's mouth turned up, showing a naive expression: "Why not?" He smiled a successful prank: "Can't you even play chess with me?"

Zhou Mao looked at Paul speechlessly.Got teased again.He thought angrily, how could I fall into his trap so easily!

"I don't know how to play chess." Zhou Mao said indifferently.

"I can teach you. Let's start tonight." Paul ignored Zhou Mao's indifference, and still smiled and said: "Do you have chessboards and chess pieces in your warehouse?"

Although he was a little angry with Paul, Zhou Mao honestly went to the basement to help him find the chessboard.The warehouse of the police station is a magical place. Zhou Mao actually found a chessboard and a complete set of chess pieces.

After Zhou Mao carefully wiped the chessboard and pieces clean with a cloth, he went upstairs.

When Paul saw the chessboard, he showed a happy expression: "Sure enough, I think you police || can confiscate everything."

Zhou Mao: "...please don't slander the image of the police||police in front of the police||police."

Paul smiled and didn't answer Zhou Mao's words.He asked Zhou Mao to sit down, and then placed the chessboard between the two of them.

"Aren't you really good at all?" Paul asked.

"No." Zhou Mao can still play a little Chinese chess, but he doesn't know anything about Western chess.

Paul blinked: "Then I can only teach you from scratch." He arranged the 32 chess pieces: "I will try to keep it simple, and you have to listen carefully."

Zhou Mao nodded, watching the movements of Paul's hands.

"Chess is divided into black and white, black and white, black and white. Each person has 16 pieces, including a king, a queen, two bishops, two horses, two rooks, and eight soldiers. .”

Paul held up a pawn.Shaking in front of Zhou Mao: "This is the king. It cannot be eaten. It can move horizontally, vertically, and obliquely on the chessboard, but it can only move one square at a time."

"The queen is stronger." He pointed to another chess piece and said, "It moves in the same way as the king, but it can move any number of squares."

"This bishop has some restrictions." Paul looked at Zhou Mao and smiled: "It can walk any number of grids, but it can only move diagonally."

Zhou Mao nodded.Signal Paul to continue.However, Paul did not continue to speak, but just looked at Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao also looked at Paul suspiciously, and Paul smiled slightly at Zhou Mao and said, "Don't you realize something?"

Zhou Mao was taken aback suddenly.He looked at the chessboard, then at the black bishop in Paul's hand, and couldn't help muttering: "The number of black squares on the chessboard..."

"Thirty-two," Paul replied.

Another thunder blasted in Zhou Mao's mind.

32, Diagonal row, Haig.

Black Bishop.

Two lines of blue words appeared in Zhou Mao's mind:

" said the hunchback,

I will run diagonally in 32 black squares. "

Yes, if the sentence "The Negroes of Oslo have called a judge" is representative of "And There Were None", then these two sentences are undoubtedly referring to another very famous mystery novel.

The Bishop Murder by Van Dyne.

An important deceased in this book is the hunchback, and the black bishop is the representative of the murderer in the book.

But why are these two novels written in the poem?What does the murderer in this story want to tell us?

Zhou Mao felt that his mind was going to dry up.What made him even more uneasy was the man sitting in front of him.

The two reminders are definitely not accidental.

Paul looked at Zhou Mao and asked softly, "Do you want to continue?"

Zhou Mao stared at Paul.A strange emotion arises spontaneously.He couldn't help but think back to the last world, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit of coolness in his body.

"Why did you remind me?" Zhou Mao asked.

"Because this puzzle is so badly done." Paul said, "With the content of a detective novel as the answer, not many people can guess it right without knowing the author of the puzzle. I don't want to see you in vain." Kung fu, and I don’t want to disappoint the author of the puzzle.”

"........."

Zhou Mao was silent.

Paul didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Zhou Mao also looked at Paul.He couldn't see what was hidden in those watery blue eyes.

"You know who the murderer is." Zhou Mao said to Paul.

"I know." Paul admitted frankly, "but I won't tell anyone."

He lowered his eyes: "I'm afraid that if I say it, it will be over."

Zhou Mao's eyes were full of doubts, he obviously didn't understand the meaning of Paul's words.

Paul sighed and stood up.

"It wasn't a pleasant evening, and I'm sorry for my recklessness," he whispered, looking a little wistful.

"Although the possibility is very small, I hope you can believe me. I am not a murderer."

He bowed lightly: "I will take my leave first."

After that, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Zhou Mao stood up, pursed his lips, and said loudly, "I believe in you, Mr. Rousseau."

Paul turned around, he tilted his head slightly, and didn't look directly at Zhou Mao.

"Why?" he asked in a low voice.

Zhou Mao smiled: "Mr. Rousseau, maybe I have always been a brainless image in your eyes. But I have my own judgment on some things. So I choose to trust you."

Paul looked at Zhou Mao with a gentle expression.

"Thank you, Mr. Tom Mao. I will not betray your trust."

The author has something to say:

I can't play chess at all.The rules of chess are all checked by me now...

I've never eaten Opera cake, I've found out what this cake looks like now...

Ah, I feel so pitiful...