Lian Ye has long been accustomed to receiving this kind of constant frightened gaze. As the sharp-edged brandy of the organization, his existence itself needs to make people feel scared all the time.
And there was a hidden threat, Mescal, watching him, and he refused to remove this dark card all night long.
He made a phone call last night, and when he turned around, he saw a bunch of people staring at him nervously, as if he was talking to a certain godfather, and the content of the conversation was to send a mecha team to burn the place to the ground in an instant.
Will their next step be to rush forward and capture him?
So as to nip the crisis in the bud.
The young man was shocked by this gesture, "Ah, gentlemen, please don't be too nervous. I won't run away before the case is closed."
"What were you doing just now?" a policeman asked seriously.
"Call up."
"with who?"
"My butler, ask him to bring me food." The young man showed that he was a little embarrassed to admit that he was hungry. There was no adulteration in his words, but he was hiding something.
Mescal also exists as his butler.
But this time, the purpose of Mescal's trip was not just to deliver food, but also to consolidate Lian Ye's character.
Even if it is a fabricated character out of thin air, with Li Ye's most basic habit, he wants everyone to have no doubt about this identity, so as to temporarily increase his credibility and voice.
How can the young master be poor?
So, it's time for his butler to show up.
The policeman squinted his eyes and looked at the communication record displayed by the boy. There was a very strange name written on it——
Sebastian.
"Then, in order not to have any impact on this case, we can only rudely ask you to go back to your room and wait."
He agreed cooperatively throughout the night: "Okay."
This was an unexpected request from Ye Ye.
The police would not let a dangerous person like him participate in solving the case. Even if he said that he was a detective, they would not believe this persona. As for the influence mentioned implicitly in his words, it should be a very bad influence.
If he successfully becomes a police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department after graduation, and he encounters a dangerous and gloomy young man like himself while handling a case, his mental alert will also be raised.
Knowing but ignoring it is irresponsible to the police profession.
Of course, he didn't mean that the squad leader was irresponsible. He knew that the squad leader would be immune to the dark buff because his current appearance was very similar to the eighteen-year-old Kurosawa Night.
After returning to the room, I heard that the door to the house seemed to be locked overnight, and the police also sent people to guard the door. This was more exciting than a movie performance, and I was probably afraid that he would fall out on the spot.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The door was knocked methodically.
I turned off the computer game overnight and glanced at the time on the wall clock in the upper right corner. Mescal came exactly on time, exactly one second.
On time as always, great.
He turned the direction of his seat and raised his voice to the door: "Police officer, please let him in. He is my butler, Sebastian."
Sebastian, a joke that no one in this world knows.
But I always have to have some fun for myself at night.
The soundproofing of this apartment is not good, and you can clearly hear the deep and steady voice of Mescal outside when he enters acting mode all night long.
He could always put on an elite politeness with ease.
"Yes, I am the young master's butler, Sebastian. This is my business card. The police officers have worked hard to take care of the young master."
"Oh, okay, please come in."
"Thank you."
The door was opened, and Mescal, the butler, was dressed in a black tuxedo and walked in slowly carrying a box of exquisite-looking ceramic thermos bottles. He looked even more like the butler he remembered from the previous night.
This time, after the housekeeper closed the door, it was not locked again.
It was no surprise that he knew that his character had been established overnight. The police might have suspected that he was talking nonsense and confusing the public, but Mescal's appearance directly established his profound background.
There was no need for him to kill his unknown neighbor next door, and he even deliberately lived next door to wait for the police to arrive.
After the case is investigated, the organization's well-prepared information will provide them with information that cannot be questioned——
Tsushima Ye is a good, law-abiding citizen.
Next, just add fuel to the flames and find the murderer.
"Sebastian, go tell the police. I think I already know who the real murderer is."
The young man ordered in a slow tone.
…
In case the police had any concerns, Mescal was asked to bring over several suspicious keywords overnight.
"Keys, clothes, lipstick."
Datehang recited these three words, "Tsushima, you didn't participate in the action, how could you know the progress of our investigation?"
"The first time I saw the crime scene, I already knew who the murderer was. So, all you have to do now is, are they the key to solving the case? Yes, or no."
"yes."
The young man gave a mysterious smile and said, "Okay, what you know is that this is a secret room murder. The key point is that unlike ordinary secret room murders, the person who was killed allowed himself to be killed."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present looked horrified.
"What? Allowed to be killed! This is too ridiculous. How could anyone in the world allow the murderer to kill him!"
"Secret room murder is good, but this statement is too unrealistic."
"Kid, you have to have some control over your nonsense."
There were various opinions, and the one who reacted most violently turned out to be the young lady who lived in the same room as the deceased——
"No! She longs for the sky and the world so much, how could she choose death! She once said that she would travel around the world and witness the most beautiful scenery... with me."
After the young lady screamed, she lost her mind and said the last sentence, "She can't die on her own, it's impossible."
Datehang turned around and asked: "Is there any evidence?"
The boy still smiled, "Of course there is evidence, but can I first explain the reasoning process and who the murderer is?"
"Of course, please tell me."
After receiving consent, the young man began to say: "First of all, I smelled the smell of alcohol in the room. Perhaps the smell of blood was too strong. After a night of evaporation, this smell has been covered up. But I have always been very sensitive to alcohol. I can smell even this, it’s Spirytus Rektyfikowany, right?”
Spirytus Rektyfikowany, Chinese translation is Spiatus, also known as Polish distilled vodka.
Smells like alcohol?
All the police officers present were at a loss. None of them smelled the smell of alcohol, even a little bit.
The young lady turned her head and said, "She doesn't like drinking, and neither do I."
"Don't worry, let me explain a little more. Spirytus Rektyfikowany is the wine with the highest alcohol content in the world and is called the water of life."
The young man said slowly.
Li Ye is also very familiar with this code name. The alcohol with the highest concentration is in the organization whose code name is alcohol, and that is the boss.
The young lady became impatient. She was not as scared as she was when they first met. She gritted her teeth and said, "So what? We don't drink, but you smell the alcohol! What on earth are you going to say? If you just want to It’s a waste of time, you can stop here.”
"Aren't you clear about what I said from beginning to end? You have always been on topic and have never deviated from it."
The young man smiled and said, "Because you are the murderer."
