[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

The last handover was an American, Justin Phillips.She has a flat cut head, a small scar on her forehead, and her skin is tanned and tanned, making her look a bit fierce.

In the morning, Mr. Dante brought some communication equipment so that Vivi could ask questions in front of the TV and judge by observing the responses.

She put the recording paper on the part outside the camera, so it looks like she didn't prepare some.In fact, she was nervous, it was the first time she had done this kind of work - it was within the scope of polygraph.

She has no other equipment, and cannot judge the heart rate, voiceprint, etc. of the subjects. She can only judge through the basic perception obtained from some basic questions and answers.

This is very dangerous.

But Weiwei didn't worry too much - because if she judged that there was something wrong, it would be okay to take the video tape for analysis at that time.It's just a pity that the heart rate cannot be measured.

"Are you Justin Phillips?"

"Are you 32 years old?"

"Are you from Miami?"

……

Some basic questions and answers.

Weiwei roughly judged the other party's voice and expression.Justin Phillips seemed to be a bit impetuous, and maybe the atmosphere was a little tense, his hands were moving all the time.

In order to satisfy Weiwei's requirement that he can see the movements of his legs, there is no table in front of him, and he just sits on a chair, leaning on it, with his hands on his chin, as if he is rubbing it all the time.

Weiwei focused.

"Do you remember what happened that night?"

"remember."

"Is the place you agreed on...?"

"Yes."

"Is the reason for the agreement because the place is remote?"

The opponent paused, his eyeballs moved, and Weiwei held his breath.

It is memory.

"He suggested it, and I obey."

The pause time sounds about the same, which should be the truth.

"Did you show up at the scene that night?"

"Yes."

"Was it one in the morning when you last saw the victim?"

"Yes."

Vivi paused.

"Have you seen the remains of the victims?"

"I have seen."

He suddenly realized his mistake and corrected it immediately.

"I mean, see you later, Mr. Lyra told me after he died."

When he spoke, there was a little body movement, he put down his hand, and restlessly changed his focus.

Weiwei remembered this reaction in her heart, and her expression was flat.Keep asking questions.

Back to the Q&A for some basic information.

The other party became a little impatient, and Weiwei noticed that he began to shake his legs slightly...very lightly, just like the toes moving around.

Weiwei asked at this time.

"Have you handed over the USB drive?"

"Yes."

He answered quickly.

His tiptoes stopped, which was a restrained movement, and he answered too quickly, and the corners of his lips were puckered.

This is an action.Weiwei almost skipped it.She had doubts in her heart, but she didn't reveal it, but continued to go back to the basic question.

It could be felt that the other party's body was still tense, and Weiwei tried to make him relax.

"Did you deliberately not hand over the USB drive?"

"No."

He realized his problem, but looked extremely calm on the surface: "Because I gave it to him. You are deliberately talking about the little girl. I don't think you should provoke the cooperative relationship between our husband and Mr. Leila like this."

The pitch drops, one shoulder shrinks, and there is no confidence in what is being said.

Weiwei obtained a total of two pieces of valuable information, and now half an hour has passed.

"Do you know Benedict Cumberbatch?"

In fact, when one started setting up this question, Weiwei refused.

Before starting this questioning, Weiwei took half a minute to get familiar with the name, so as to pronounce it at this moment.

I really don't know who came up with the name, although it sounds like a professor's bad taste.For example, what kind of mosaic and what Pasteur.

Confused expression.

Well, I don’t know each other, so the following questionnaire is almost useless.

Weiwei smiled: "Thank you for your cooperation, then, it's over."

The expression over there is still surprised, but the TV screen has been turned off.

Mr. Dante's tender eyes looked at her as if she were his lover.Maybe that's what Italians do...they're never soft on ladies.

Especially pretty women.

"Do you know the result?" There was some sincerity in his voice, as if he really cared.

Weiwei finally relaxed her body and rubbed her face—it was rare for her to act so straightforwardly, rudely and inappropriately in front of the professor.

"Justin Phillips was lying, he knew the victim died, he didn't turn over the USB drive, and it was arranged by his superiors."

"I don't know the reason, but it's just like this." Weiwei leaned back lazily, and subconsciously wanted to lie on the sofa and set up her legs. Ever since she did it once, she fell in love with this comfortable, no-no, no-no way "I very much doubt that the so-called trespass does not exist. Since he knew the victim died, he might have deliberately pretended to be a trespasser and took the USB flash drive. Although I don't know how he managed to make an appointment at one o'clock in the morning But the victim didn't contact you to tell you that he didn't get the USB drive, which is not something I can know."

Weiwei put her feet on the sofa and sat up: "Tell Mr. Leila, maybe I can give him an analysis. Or Mr. Leila is willing to do an analysis of the voiceprint by himself. It's also very good."

She didn't put the tripod on the coffee table, because now she thinks that she is the coolest in the world, she shouldn't make such a rude gesture, she should be more arrogant.

Psychological analysis can only serve as evidence, and Weiwei knows that, but she is quite confident in her conclusion. As long as her conclusion is correct and she really suspects this person, it should not be difficult to find evidence later.

"Then Mr. Dante, do you still want to stay here?" Weiwei was in a good mood after solving a serious problem, "I mean, do you still need you as an interpreter?"

"I don't know." After making the phone call, Mr. Dante went to the balcony and gestured apologetically to Vivibi.

Weiwei's feeling of "I'm so jealous of my best" has passed, and I began to feel a slight sadness.

It's not her phone addiction, she's just bored_(:3ゝ∠)_

I seldom leave the professor. This should be the first time I have encountered a case by myself. I don't know how the professor will evaluate her if he sees it.But if you think about it, it must mean that she... She didn't study the good forensic report thoroughly, and after studying the logic, she still relied on weak psychology to make a judgment.

Up to this moment, Weiwei was a little disappointed in herself.

What the professor told her was more of a more material world, sometimes like a forensic doctor, analyzing according to the wound, and sometimes tracking clues through the loopholes in the scene.What Weiwei marvels most is his deduction method, he can deduce a person.

Sherlock was teaching her the first two.However, Sherlock generally would not let Weiwei use the deductive method.

Because even after learning like this, her basic knowledge still does not support her to make a complete interpretation.

She couldn't tell at a glance whether the hair sticking to the clothes came from animals or from scratching unconsciously, and she couldn't judge the traces of mud or the taste of the sauce on it (...).

Once the professor took her to the scene of a crime. According to the way the knot was tied, the professor speculated that it might be linked to another case. It took a long time for Weiwei to judge the similarity between the two knots.

Ah, what a frustration.

Weiwei wanted to talk to someone, but she didn't want to show her attitude in front of the professor.She was afraid that the professor would be dissatisfied with her.Therefore, she tried to speak with confidence in her unfounded reasoning.

just.

She wanted to talk to someone, perhaps only to Gaston, or perhaps to her mother.

Mother always thought she was studying forensic medicine.

Weiwei didn't know how long she had been on the phone outside, and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.She didn't sleep well last night.

When Mr. Dante came in, what he saw was Weiwei curled up in a corner of the sofa, his face was hidden in the shadow and he couldn't see it carefully, his shoulders were shrunk.

Still like a child.

He wanted to wake up, but it didn't fit the character of the Mr. Dent he was pretending to be.He could have come over with the blanket to cover her, but suddenly stopped.

If you sleep like this for several hours, you will definitely have a stiff neck.

He hesitated a bit.

Because of her movements, her hair was a little messy and fluffy, which reminded him of how he rubbed her head several times.

Forget it, just this once.

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Weiwei woke up hungry.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, but they couldn’t block the sunlight outside, and it was warm on the body. Vivi opened the curtains and found that the sun was quite bright. Judging from the shadows, it was probably after two o’clock in the afternoon. Given that the UK and Italy It's still close, and it shouldn't be too much difference.

Had Mr. Dent brought her in?

Vivi is aware of this.

God, I'm a little shy.She hugged the cup and nestled.

She never woke up...

Weiwei is still sensitive to physical contact, and she will not be defenseless to strangers.

Is it...?

There were Vivi's pink slippers beside the bed. After putting them on, Vivi opened the bedroom door and smelled the fragrance.

"Mr. Dent?" she called to him from the kitchen door.

"There's only an induction cooker here. I'll make some noodles for you." Mr. Dante turned to look at her. "Are you tired? Just wait in the living room."

Weiwei didn't answer, but watched Mr. Dante's back at the kitchen door.

Ah, I didn't notice before, Mr. Dent is wearing a shirt and roaring.

Vivi is regretting her behavior of pointing the colorful Mary Sue socks at Mr. Dante's water glass, and firmly believes that Mr. Leila's taste is too low.

Speaking of which, Weiwei took a closer look at Mr. Dante's neck.

Ah, no.

Should be thinking more.

Finally, Vivi went out.

There is no range hood in this house, and the smell depends entirely on the ventilation. Weiwei can't bear it. Although the handsome man in the apron and shirt looks good, she still decides to go outside and wait.

Dante didn't think so much.

Since his student ate fast food on a dinner plate for days, he decided to give her a treat.

Anyway, he hasn't made pasta for Vicky, so he shouldn't be able to recognize it through this, not to mention that he has lowered his standards a little.

He sprinkled a little pathetic salt.

The takeaway food is so salty, a little less salt would be better.