Chapter 420

Walking into the living room, the ceiling is lit by the current chandelier light, illuminating the living room.

In fact, the living room is very spacious. Because of the classical decoration, the space is smaller.

There are three sofas, a long table and a number of chairs in the living room.

Because of his professional habits, Yager glanced under the sofa and table -

there were traces of movement.

It should be for the purpose of this party that he moved the table and chair. He made a special circle and walked from the back of the sofa to the chair on the left.

Judging from the wear and discoloration of the sofa and chair positions, only two of the three sofas are in the living room, and the other one is not affected by light. It seems that it should be placed in the warehouse or other places not often exposed to light.

As for whether it's a new one... This bench is a bit worn out...

based on what Yage knows about Rodman, he likes to collect old things, so it's not impossible to buy such a sofa.

At this time, his vision again became trance -

in his field of vision, there were three people sitting on the sofa, which was not dimmed by the light.

A little girl in a pink dress, a lady in a red cake skirt, a man in a wine red suit.

They held up their hands as if they were taking pictures, frozen on the sofa.

At the moment of his subconscious retreat, the trance disappears in the next moment.

"What the hell is going on?"

Yage shook his head, and the unusual sight at that time made him feel creepy.

Other people because of the angle, only Rodman noticed his appearance. He walked up to Yager:

"Yage, I'm sorry that I didn't have time to prepare too many things, so I can only let you sit in the chair."

A squeeze of three sofas can seat 12 people, but only three people sit on each sofa.

But as men, including Yager, Rodman, three people actually do not care about these.

"It's OK." Yager shook his head and sat down in the next chair.

At this time, gag's senior student, kolanke, clapped his hands:

"come on, let's start the first activity, scene reasoning!"

With that, he turned his head, looked at Yage and said, "Yage, tell me about that --"

everyone looked at him expectantly.

This process, which is very familiar with in the detective agency, also makes Yage miss it. He puts it down to the chaotic scene caused by too little sleep, coughs and says:

"well, the plot is that detective Mr. alar dies in the apartment. Clues include a bill printed by the bank, a corpse and a picture of the scene. The police said that the lover of his employer strangled him. Please infer the true case. "

"The real case... Yage, you are so cunning that you should come here." Amansera chuckled. "I'll go first. I want to see the pictures!"

At this time, Luo Mander asked his housekeeper to get the paper and pen, as well as a dice:

"I only have six dice here, so I can make do with it."

"Well, amansera found clues from the photos...

Yager also took the paper and pen, and said while recording. He suddenly stopped:

" amansera is the owner of a florist, so he can only get a clue of the corpse because he is the owner of the flower shop. "

Amansera was stunned when she heard "the owner of the florist." then she said with a smile:

"I protest! The florist's observation ability is also very high, because must observe the growth condition of the plant

"But only plants," chuckled another young woman next to her. "If it was Igor, there would be more clues, right? Igor? "

After thinking about it for a while, Igor replied:

"there is a difference between clinical and forensic medicine."

After becoming a doctor, he also understood the difference between forensic medicine and clinical practice.

As for the marks on the corpses, he seldom touched them. What's more, he said that he strangled them. These marks are difficult to distinguish.

"I see."

Yage also nodded. As a detective, he actually received more commissions such as various kinds of extramarital investigation. In a year, he only had contact with murder cases twice, and had no real contact with forensic medicine.

Looking at Yage's action, the woman next to amansera is helpless:

"Igor, this will lead to less clues."

"Ah!" Igor then remembered and looked at Yager, "yes...

" no, you are a clinician, not a forensic doctor. " Although it's half knowing and half solving, Yager uses it immediately.

"Ha ha, Igor, you're missing a clue." I'll come, too. I'll check the bill"Captain coranke is a bank clerk, isn't he?" Yager thought of the status quo he had just talked about.

"Yes." He grinned. "I can use my authority to inquire about the owner of the bill and a lot of economic information."

When he said that, in Yage's eyes, he became that strange gesture, two headed man with two heads, ugly and ferocious.

Forced to suppress the palpitation of seeing the scene at close range, and then raised his head, the scene had recovered.

However, in this repeated chaotic scene, Yage has been a little tired.

"What's wrong with you? Yager

"It's OK. I'm thinking you can get some clues." Yage covered his forehead and reluctantly replied.

But other people didn't hear anything. They just thought that he was worried about how to make up clues --

"haha, it's not easy to make up stories temporarily."

On the other hand, because of the large number of people, there are several people who did not participate in the detective game.

Rodman and another man went to the window and watched Yager's movements as they concealed a small bag of powdery objects from a pocket at his waist.

"If you want to join the church, eat this, Bachs," he said in a low voice

"What is this?" The man named Bachus held the bag in his hand, still smiling, as if they were talking about something interesting about their college years.

"Don't ask so many questions. If you want to join the church, just eat it."

Rodman watched the people playing detective games, glancing over collenk and amansera, showing a trace of nostalgia:

"otherwise, you know."

"If you don't eat this, you don't even have to think about going out of here..."

Bachs laughed bitterly in his heart. Looking at his former friend, who could have imagined that he was a member of the black bell church, the biggest dark force in fog capital?

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