[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Vivi slept well at night.

Perhaps it can be said that her psychological quality is already considered strong, and she fell asleep quickly after eliminating the interference - she knew that no matter what, she must keep her head clear enough.

The next day, she threw the items on the table into the microwave and heated them up. After eating, nothing happened.She picked up the book and taught herself Italian.

She also tried to see if the fixed line could dial the number that was dialed in yesterday, but she couldn't.

When it was time for lunch, someone finally came.

Although it was noon, it was abnormally quiet, which made the sound of unlocking the lock particularly obvious. Weiwei's heart arose, and she realized that there must still be a door outside the iron door inside.

More than one person came in.

The person in charge looked approachable and seemed like...then who is it?Vivi dug in his memory and remembered that fat Italian Monte Clara a long time ago.

Damn, this...is this Monte Clara?

Wait, I remembered that the professor said that she was not allowed to see the sensitive identity because it was this kind of "sensitive"?

The two behind are typical burly men, similar to yesterday's, and also wearing big sunglasses.One of them was carrying a lunch box in his hand.

Put the lunch box on the dining table.

No one spoke during this process.

Weiwei was originally sitting on the single sofa at the back of the room reading a book, but now she put the book on the coffee table and stood up to watch their movements.It wasn't until someone who might be Monte Clara slowly sat down on the sofa opposite her that Vivi sat down again.

The two burly men did not leave, but stood behind the man.

Weiwei is not sure if it is Monte Clara, after all, Monte Clara has been a character for a while, not to mention, she does not have that characteristic... She still remembers the Italian accent as if the engine was running non-stop. Kind of nonsense.

Textbook nonsense.

"Don't be too nervous, Miss Victoria," the man began. "This is Lila. We spoke last night."

When he laughed, his entire face widened again, making him appear fatter. Of course, Weiwei could tell that such a smile was not a real one, and his body language implied arrogance.

"Actually, sir, have I seen you?" Vivi decided to attack directly. "Although I don't remember your name, I remember that you appeared in Brighton almost later last year. There is a murder. We are both witnesses, and you sit beside me."

Surprised, puzzled.

The expression is easy to sort out, but there is no deep meaning for the time being.

Did he see himself reacting like he remembered it?Vivi's mind was almost on the highway—the unimpeded kind in London at midnight at twelve o'clock—as if it didn't.

maybe not?

Sitting on the sofa, he suddenly took out his phone and glanced at it, and after putting it down, his expression became clearer.

"Actually, it is."

His tone was a little lazy.

can say that?Weiwei pondered the meaning secretly.

"It's really a coincidence." Laila's smile widened a bit. "Now is not the time to reminisce. What I want to know is everything about Benedict Cumberbatch."

Vivi almost rolled her eyes, but she didn't because she was cool.

"Actually, I don't know the so-called Benedict Cumberbatch," Weiwei maintained a polite smile, "I've never heard of this name. As for the professor, I just call him that."

"Compared to this, Mr. Leila," Vivi decided to bring the topic back, "If you don't want to tell me the reason, I think I can refuse your inquiry."

Theoretically speaking, Weiwei is half imprisoned now, and there are two bodyguards behind her, so she shouldn't speak so arrogantly.But Weiwei is now testing his bottom line...to see how much he can say.

"I know your teacher is Mr. Sherlock Holmes," the Italian raised his lips contemptuously. "Actually, we had some disagreements. I suspect that he killed my subordinate and took away a very important thing."

"..."

"You are a hostage, Miss Victoria," the Italian's tone quickened a little. "At the same time, I will give you convenience. If you can prove that my subordinates were not killed by your teacher, you can leave."

Sherlock Holmes has never been slippery. Here Laila's people are checking, and at the same time he will give convenience to Vivi who is under house arrest.That's what Laila needs Vivi to do.

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So the current situation is that Weiwei is staring at the forensic literature in Italian in a daze.

Fuck your Italian.

Weiwei couldn't help swearing. This feeling is that you know 26 letters but you don't know what the combination of 26 letters means.Her language talent is indeed good, and it took a little time-but it was only enough for her to speak a few daily expressions and master the following basic tenses and sentence structures.

Now she is just scratching her head, looking at pictures and talking.

The professor taught her some knowledge of forensic medicine and trace inspection. Generally speaking, it is superficial. When there is a fresh corpse, you can do experiments, and if you encounter an interesting case, you can take a look at it on the spot. The foundation of Weiwei The knowledge is solid enough.

But the forensic report is incomprehensible, even Sherlock Holmes must see the corpse.

Weiwei looked at the photo and continued to scratch her hair.

So when she opened the door and heard the brown-haired man with blue eyes say: "Hello, Mr. Leila asked me to help you with language", Vivi almost shed tears.

I was so moved!

And the handsome man with blue eyes and brunette hid an expressionless face under his smiling face.

Spicy chicken, you know that one day is not enough for you to learn Italian.

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"At [-]:[-] in the morning, the driver who drove by this road found the body," Mr. Dent's voice was very gentle, reading the report from the forensic doctor felt like he was reading a love poem, and he spoke with a smile, "Visible skin abrasions: posterior occiput, left side of forehead..."

Weiwei looked at the photo of the corpse and confirmed the extensive abrasions.She knew that her level was not as good as that of a forensic doctor, but she had to check it out.

According to the contents of the deceased's stomach and the rigor formation of the deceased's facet joints, the time of death was four to five hours ago, that is to say, about three or four in the morning.The forensic doctor concluded that a jeep crashed at a speed of 130 mph, and the victim died of severe traumatic brain injury on the right occiput. There were traces of flipping on the victim's body, wallet and mobile phone were lost, and he had no identity documents.

Not far from the victim fell to the ground, there were traces of sudden braking. Now the police are checking for suspicious vehicles through wheels and so on.

When Mr. Dante first entered the room, she also became nympho for a while, but obviously, under the guidance of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Vivi has long since ceased to be the kind of person who does serious things. When I’m bored, um, let’s go crazy_(:3ゝ∠)_

But now she was completely immersed in her own thoughts.

This time, she didn't have anyone to analyze. There was only a lone forensic report and a few photos. She could only say that it was reconstructed from the scene.

The content of the report given by the forensic doctor was not different from what she knew, and she didn't find anything more. Weiwei clarified the conclusions in her mind bit by bit, leaned back on the sofa, and rubbed her eyes.

Mr. Dante: This forces me to give full marks.

It is confirmed that there is no problem with the death caused by a car accident, so what will happen at the scene.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, there may be some light and early morning fog, a suburban road that is not too busy, the victim may have crossed the road, and when he was about to reach the opposite side, a car drove over...

Assuming that it was the gentleman who had a long name and played by Sherlock as a friend, then he should come back to rummage through the things he was looking for after killing someone, and then, in order to avoid suspicion, he should embezzle money by the way.

Mr. Lyra had good reason to be skeptical.

Mr. Dante said the same thing: "Then it seems that your teacher is very suspicious."

Weiwei, who was originally obsessed with this kind of gentle voice, opened his eyes all of a sudden: "My teacher wouldn't use such a cowardly technique."

Looking at the gentle blue eyes of the other party, Weiwei couldn't help lowering her voice.She averted her gaze slightly, and landed on his hand holding the forensic report. His hand was also long and slender, but it was more plump than the professor's fingers.

"If it's really the professor... I mean, if it's really K who did it, I can eat the forensic report live." Weiwei kicked off her shoes, crossed her legs on the sofa, and fished it from the coffee table. A pen, stuck between his fingers as if he couldn't turn it, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

"To be fair, can you tell me what you do?"

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient to tell you," Mr. Dante was not surprised by Weiwei's words, his eyes were still dripping gently, "but I can tell you what I do."

He spoke as if they were long-lost friends.

Weiwei immediately strained his ears to listen.

"I was sent by Mr. Leila to interpret for you." His voice narrowed a bit, and then he laughed out loud.

Weiwei smiled helplessly.

"It's easy to investigate this case." Weiwei put his legs down again, "You can tell the model of the wheel. Judging from the abdominal injury, the deceased also hit the bumper. This is not even an estimate of the height of the car." Come out, and then adjust the monitoring to investigate."

Simple investigative doctrine.

"Yes, the police are already doing it." Mr. Dante's eyes contained approval, as if such a conclusion was difficult to come to, "but you know, the laziness of the Italians is not this one The case is curable, Victoria, and Mister Lyra wants more leads."

Oh fuck you more clues.

After habitually complaining, Weiwei put her legs on the coffee table again.

At this moment, Mr. Dante's expression was a little subtle.

"Don't mind too much, Mr. Dent," Vivi smiled. "To be honest, I've seen my professor do this many times, and I've always wondered how comfortable this position is."

To be honest, Mr. Dante's temperament is like her father's. She accidentally lost her shape. There is an anime character from an unknown country on her socks, smiling at Mr. Dante's water glass.

Yes, she is provocative.

It's very interesting to have a case/roll eyes, but she doesn't want to do paper reasoning questions.

Moreover, it is really difficult without an old driver to take her.