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In front of an alcove in the old house, there is a brand new piano. Just when Valerio thought there was something similar and wrong, the local American police rushed out, saying that they had received the last words of the homeowner. Valerio was not surprised, but still felt a little strange.But in the end, the US police's determination made him let it go.

Until later, when he re-read the first letter of the update, he suddenly remembered a mission that Haiyinsi Rongcao took over in Cape Sean a few years ago three years ago and ten years later.

But when he came back to his senses, this matter could no longer be discerned.

No matter how powerful the technology is, no conclusion can be drawn.

After roughly finishing the description, Tsunayoshi Sawada handed me a thick portfolio, "This is all the records you cracked at Cape Sean ten years later, named 'Impossible Crime Diagnosis Certificate'."

Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at me extremely patiently.

I began to delve into these impossible crimes that were obviously connected in series, not necessarily committed by the same person, but absolutely by the same method.

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Friday, *month**, 20**.

Qiu and I were lurking in the police station in Cape Sean together.

I was still in the fast food restaurant, eating fast food with the air conditioner on, when I suddenly saw Qiu He, and she came to my table quickly.

She took off the peaked cap on top of her head, looking a little angry.

"Six hours, 25 minutes, and seven seconds ago, a psychopath came to the bureau and told a story like an Arabian Nights!" I looked at her angrily, took a tissue at hand and wiped my mouth. A string in the house suddenly became tense, inexplicably familiar, "he said that he would walk along the rough path with only one path in the woods beyond Cape Sean every summer, and he said that an empty house he had seen before , now it’s a brand new big mansion, there’s a man in it, still playing S|M with women. He said he thought this man looked like his good friend Cliffs Manes, so he was going to say hello, who Knowing that a phone call drove him home."

I almost immediately thought of the famous American mystery novelist, Edward Hawke.

Because one of his reasoning stories begins with such an origin.

The protagonist who solved the case was eating, and then the people from the same bureau came and told a story...

Even with my eyes closed, I could guess the strange event that Qiuhe told me.

But I look at Qiuhe.

She's smart, there's no denying that.But after all, novels are the last thing she likes to read, so she must know nothing about this aspect. It seems that she doesn't know that she has been tricked.

To my surprise, however, the whole thing went smoothly.

Let's go to that house over at Cape Sean.The house is half hidden in the shade of huge weeping willows.

The door of the room was closed tightly, there was no excitement at all, it was lifeless.

Depressing.

Qiuhe and I looked through the lace curtains drawn by the French doors and saw a person slumped on the carpet.Qiu He tried to push the door, but it was obviously locked, including the French door, and all the windows in the house.

Qiu He was so strong that he just knocked on a window, and the glass shattered.We jumped in from the window, and a man was lying slanted on the ground. The blood on the ground was almost dry, like it was painted on the carpet.

Yes, two bullets.

The room is tightly closed, so the air does not circulate, and there seems to be a faint trace and smell of obscenity|extraordinary love.Only dead men, no women.

Suicide, or suicide.

Qiu He called, and after the forensic police arrived one after another, I whispered to Qiu He to let her communicate with the police chief.

Sure enough, when Qiu He frowned and said "This is a crime scene" with a serious face, he was obviously stunned, and then his nerves became more gloomy.

……

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Then, the subsequent story is exactly the same as Edward Hawke's storyline.

From that person's words, to the end.It made me and Qiu He feel like I was there. He wasn't following the script, he wasn't acting, he was real, and he brought me and Qiu He into the story.

In the blink of an eye, I thought of a writing technique for mystery novels.

It's called "narrative trickery."

This is a way of deceiving readers by playing with words.In fact, a more formal term is that narrative tricks are a result of the author using the reader's preconceived ideas to make the reader "believe" something or a certain situation, and finally cause the reader to be surprised.This is a technique that is difficult to master, and it is too easy to cause readers to rebound or polarize criticism-feeling cheated, or some people describe it as "wanting to drop the book".But used properly, and acceptable to the reader, it is a very surprising technique.

"Narrative tricks" usually use arbitrary transformations of person, perspective, tense, and location to achieve a blurred effect.

For example, in a novel, the author switches between the first person and the third person at will, but the author secretly changes the concept during the switch; there is also a random switch of narrative perspective, or uses multiple perspectives to repeatedly narrate the same event, using various perspectives Different conclusions on this matter have caused confusion in people's understanding of the event.

There is also the confusion of time and space, and the confusion of objects: the author mixes a number of irrelevant events that happened at different times and places into one thing, without explaining it, causing people's misunderstanding; Not explaining the object of the narrative, such as writing about a woman, but the author only says that she is a certain "person" without specifying her gender, taking advantage of people's habit of saying "person" refers to a man, misleading readers into thinking that the object of writing is a man ; or write stories that are not human, and the author adopts anthropomorphic techniques, but does not explain them clearly. These are all "narrative tricks".

The most common - No.1 claims to narrate the story, but the narrator is a criminal.

And look at the character in front of him... not only conforming to the most common ones, but also... completely used by the fourth person.

Therefore, the real criminal is more immersive than him, behind the scenes.

Almost immediately I thought of the dead man, Cliffs Manes.

Nearly a dozen similar cases followed.

All clues are easier to decipher, such as pianos, glass shards, transparent rubber, or fingerprints.

Afterwards, this series of evidence was named "Impossible Crime Diagnosis".

"Three years ago, Edwin's case had a chance to be handed over to our private hands, but the police insisted on intervening. No matter in the past or now, the situation between the mafia and the police must not be embarrassing, otherwise it will be Sometimes it is easy for both sides to lose, and if there is an unpleasant quarrel, it will easily lead to a deadly bite between the two, and the confrontation will not be let go."

I closed the filing and moved the joints of my hands and head.

"Do you think it was the same person who did it?"

His knuckles began to tap again, and then he nodded firmly.

At that moment, his original self-confidence and determination began to hesitate in the face of my deepening smile, and he looked at me puzzled.

"That can't be done." I shook my head, "Peng Lie, you are still a little tender. Edward Hawke is my idol, so I have long been familiar with his novels. After reading this record again, I don't know I know whether you will study and study the novels corresponding to these few cases with the same set procedure."

"First of all, all the victims are so-called masterminds behind the scenes, grabbing a criminal, and then hitting the chief criminal, who is the criminal with very good acting skills, and finally himself. But when these three people become two people When the time comes, the psychological impossibility of crime is established."

"Secondly, the identities and relationships of these two people can be deduced or investigated in the end. However, I have been accurate and clear about Valerio's thoughts. I don't think any of us have fully confirmed Edwin's identity? His life? The source? We can’t know for sure, now we only know his shell, named Edwin, and his family background, are you trying to find it? I don’t think you are stupid, but you found nothing in the end.”

— Am I right?

—Yes... Exactly.

"There is a novel. In the novel, a policeman specializes in psychology. He can discover the most likely hypothesis and judgment through various details and aspects, and then through the series of all possibilities, he can find the exact murderer and The cause of the incident. Now Valerio and I speculate that, although the above two points alone are enough to reach a possibility of [-] to [-] percent, the relationship between criminals cannot be clarified, and a consensus cannot be reached. This is not Likely an impossible crime planned by the same person."

So, the conclusion is.

The previous incidents were not just done, and then the Edwin case three years ago, it was even more incompletely imitated.

"Then in the end, what I can speculate is: this particular person's thinking is not clear enough, but it gives me a feeling of confusion. I can judge that the particular person is not necessarily a normal person; this case is not impulsive, not revenge, but a little Confusing, it gives me the feeling that he will not be a young man, but he will not be very old, presumably around 35. Finally..."

My eyes moved on Tsunayoshi Sawada, "You have judged these inferences a long time ago. The previous certainty is actually because you are sure that I can judge myself, not your so-called judgment that confuses me."

He clenched his hands loosely into fists, leaned his index finger on his upper lip, lowered his head and finally couldn't help laughing.

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