Brain Science Event Book

bell bell bell...

Lie in bed, Andrew.Chomsky now has a splitting headache.

Did he eat it?It seems to have eaten... No, why are you still so uncomfortable?He looks like a dying fish hanging on the shore now, not a professor about to give a speech, let alone a star player who used to be a high-spirited sportsman.

Sports field?How long ago did it happen?

bell bell bell...

Opening his eyes and barely propping up his body, it took him a few seconds to confirm that it was him who brought the alarm clock to ring.

Not tinnitus.The alarm clock showed [-]:[-], he reached out to pat it off, accidentally, the alarm clock fell to the carpet in the room.

Chomsky staggered into the toilet to wash, and judged the weather from the window; he hated the wet and cold winter here, and if he hadn't been invited to speak here, he thought he would never set foot on this island.

After trying to make himself comfortable, he went to the desk that served as a desk, turned on the computer, and saw the nutritional supplements in the briefcase; he probably hadn't taken them today.

After swallowing one, Chomsky felt much better; though that was only psychological.The effect of the medicine did not work so quickly.

After sitting down to read a few lines of lectures, he opened the mailbox to receive the mail, which was nothing special except a few letters from students.

But before logging out, he received another letter unexpectedly, "This is..." He clicked on it, and when he saw the content, he unexpectedly trembled all over his body, and he was shocked!

This is the scene when he was drinking with his friends last night!

When was it filmed?

etc?It looked... like a shutter button being pressed next to him.

grumble……

The familiar and unbearable piercing sound came from the depths of his ears, and Chomsky felt a strong dizziness, and his staggering steps almost made him fall.

Then, the doorbell rang.

His cell phone seemed to ring twice, but he had no time to look at him; he stared hard at the door, his eyes bloodshot, and took out the self-defense weapon from the briefcase that Mehta had prepared for him.

Glancing at the computer with the mail still open, he closed the screen, and walked slowly towards the door as if facing a formidable enemy.

*

In an international academic conference hall full of scholars and students, Tang Yingli knew that if she hadn't been tasked, it would be her reunion with the academic circle. A good opportunity to connect.

For agent training, she has not appeared in academic conferences for a long time, so she is willing to take this guest teaching position.

But she couldn't enjoy the atmosphere at all right now—Professor Chomsky hadn't arrived in the conference hall yet!This undoubtedly made her who was already nervous even more panicked.

She jumped back and forth between two chat windows, "No response yet..." The speech is about to start in less than 10 minutes!

She walked into the toilet with her bag in her hand, flicked her hair with wet fingertips, checked her makeup in the mirror, and instinctively looked for the rose-colored lipstick.

no problem!Professor Chomsky was always on time, so there must have been a delay, or his assistant would have reminded him.Trying to prepare herself mentally, she opened the lipstick and put on her favorite lip color.

When she pursed her lips and resumed her smile, she unexpectedly met a pair of sizing eyes on her left side.

"Teacher?" Zeng Pinyun was overjoyed, "I thought I was mistaken! I only saw you wearing long skirts in class!"

"Ah, is it Pinyun? You're here too."

"Well! The teacher is the translator, and it's a lecture related to criminal psychology. You must come!" She smiled, and after a pause, she said: "The teacher is so beautiful today!"

"Well, thank you!"

"Then I won't disturb the teacher, go ahead and get a good seat; teacher, come on!"

Tang Yingli smiled wryly, impromptu translation is very stressful!

But what is more concerning now is that the speaker cannot be contacted.She pressed the phone again, it was 45:[-]!

And at this time, the phone rang!

"Hello...it's me." It was the convener of the academic conference, "Yes, I can't get in touch!"

The situation became urgent, and Tang Yingli was instructed to go to the hotel where Chomsky was staying to check; fortunately, it was near the school, less than 10 minutes away from the conference hall.

She ran all the way in high heels, thanks to the cool weather, otherwise she must look even more embarrassed now!

Andrew.Chomsky's room was on the sixth floor, and his assistant chose to live next door; in order to buy time, she took the elevator straight up and rushed to the door of his room immediately.

But on the way, she received another message - his assistant Metta.Ms. Mueller is also missing!

Tang Yingli became more and more uneasy. When she came to Room 613, she tried to press the bell several times and dialed Chomsky's phone number.

While the phone was dialing, she pressed her ear against the door panel, trying to hear any sounds that might be coming from the room.

This sound is... not like a cell phone ringtone?

"You are...Charlotte?" An unexpected but familiar voice called her, she looked up and found that the person calling her was actually Professor Miller! "It's really you! Oh my God!"

Miller was her supervisor during her master's degree, "Teacher?" Tang Yingli was surprised and delighted, and gave Miller a hug under extremely nervous conditions!

"Why are you here? Are you looking for Andrew?"

"Yes! Teacher, did you see Professor Chomsky? I have been in contact with Kuaisan for 10 minutes!" Tang Yingli hangs up anxiously when the phone enters the voicemail.

"We just went drinking together last night. There are many good bars around here!" Miller turned to the other side, "Have you contacted Mehta?"

She shook her head, "I can't get in touch with any of them!" She moved closer to the door panel again, and the ringing sound was still there! "The alarm clock...is the alarm clock!"

"What did you say?" Miller, who didn't understand Chinese, was at a loss.

"The alarm clock in the room keeps ringing... Teacher! Can I trouble you to stay here? I'll find the hotel staff to come and open the door!" She stared at the door panel, "Professor Chomsky may have encountered some trouble!"

Except for Tang Yingli, there is probably no one else who can invite Linguistics expert Miller to help him!

"Well, I'll stay here, you go!"

Five minutes later, Tang Yingli entered the room with the service staff and the spare room card.

As soon as the door was opened, the sound of the alarm clock became clearer, and the stagnant air indicated that the air conditioner had not been activated.And when the service staff inserted the room card and turned on the lights, what awaited the three of them was a veritable murder scene.

A woman was lying on the ground, the blood on the carpet was still wet, and the windows in the distance were opened, only the curtains were drawn to block it!

"what!"

"Meta...it's Meta!" Amidst the screams of the service staff, Miller recognized the victim's identity!

Tang Yingli rushed to check, "She still has a pulse! It's very weak..." quickly pulled Meta.Muller turned over, and a big hole was cut on the left side of her neck by a sharp weapon, bleeding profusely!

This wound... is not optimistic!She pressed it hard with a handkerchief, and the handkerchief was soaked in blood immediately. Mueller's expression of astonishment remained, "Ms. Mueller! Hold on!" She turned to the service staff and shouted, "Call the ambulance!"

Meta.Mu Le's mouth moved, and Tang Yingli lowered her head, wanting to hear her last words, but was ruthlessly blocked by the noisy alarm clock beside the bed. Within half a minute, she closed her eyes slumped.

"Charlotte! Meta she..." Looking at Miller, she shook her head helplessly.

Putting down the body, Tang Yingli pressed the alarm clock, and the pointer happened to point to nine ten.

She was puzzled for a moment, and compared with the electronic clock on the bedside table, it showed 9:00 perfectly.

The time of the mobile phone is the same as the electronic clock; the error is 10 minutes... Is there a special purpose?

But before thinking about the details carefully, she had already dialed another call, "Hello? Team Leader Fang, I'm Tang Yingli..." She clearly informed the hotel location and room number, "A homicide has occurred! The deceased was a woman, another A male tenant..."

She turned her head and locked her eyes on the open window. "Where is currently unknown."

***

The official car hadn't stopped completely yet, Zhou Jinglin had already opened the door and got off the car first.

"The teacher is in Room 613! ”Fang Zijun notified by radio, “After arriving at the scene, quickly block the entrance and exit, and pay attention to whether there is a white male at the scene, about 70 years old, tall and strong...”

Jinglin took the elevator upstairs and left all her colleagues far behind; when she arrived at the door, apart from two service staff, there were more foreigners in suits and whispering.

"Teacher!" She entered the scene, and immediately saw the strange rusty color stretched on Tang Yingli's body, "Your body..."

"It's Ms. Mueller's blood." She had put on gloves and was searching a large briefcase; wardrobes, refrigerators and suitcases had been opened, showing that she had done a lot before the police arrived.

"The missing person is the owner of the house, Professor Andrew Chomsky, 71 years old, who specializes in criminal psychology and brain imaging research; when he entered the door, he had disappeared, only to find Ms. Mueller lying in a pool of blood." She pointed to the ground "I have tried my best to restore it to its original state; the left jugular vein was severed with a sharp instrument, and I lost too much blood to death."

Jing Lin turned on the recording pen and wrote down the key points of the notes at the same time. "The room is generally in good condition. Clothes, passports and cash are still there, except for the mobile phone." She turned to the table and grabbed a stack of papers. "The speech is here, and the computer is not taken away...it's not like a premeditated crime."

"Are there any signs of alien invasion?"

"I haven't found it yet. If I really want to talk about outsiders, there is probably only Ms. Muller, but she was held up from behind as soon as she came here..." Tang Yingli made a knife in his right hand, clasped the victim behind him, and cut off his left hand. side neck position. "Her cell phone was left next door, I guess she just came to wake up Professor Chomsky, the lecture was scheduled for nine o'clock."

Jinglin was slightly taken aback, "The scene you were in charge of?"

Tang Yingli's eyes darkened, she nodded, "Yes."

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I also specially imagined the English name of Yingli. I originally wanted to use a more common one. Although Charlotte is not very special, I think it fits her image in the story, so I think it is quite good ww