Walk alone in the abyss

With so many nobles present, how could they be overwhelmed by Yang Ming's words?

Immediately, someone shouted: "Whose child is this? Is he so uneducated? He is talking to the elders and sitting there with his legs crossed."

Yang Ming leaned back and sat more steadily.

A few more questions came from around.

But soon, an old man from the Saka family asked in a deep voice, "Xiaohui, do you know who the murderer is?"

"Yes," Yang Ming said indifferently, "but I can't tell you now, a local police officer must be present."

"Why do you have to have a police officer present? Just say it, and leave the rest to us."

"No one dares to retaliate against you."

"We all know who you are," an old man said, "Although Godoy's nephew is not very self-motivated, our respect for the blood of the Lord's family has not changed."

Viscount Godoy Saka's square face with loose skin flushed a little.

He almost retorted.

Yang Ming said seriously:

"It's nothing to do with anyone else, it's my personal insistence that an officer be present.

"It is clearly stipulated in the Imperial Code that nobles cannot impose lynchings, nor can they replace the judiciary in any name and under any circumstances.

"Please be careful when dealing with such homicide cases. A commoner like me likes to watch the nobles suffer the most. Please be cautious."

The expressions of the surrounding group of imperial nobles became colorful.

An old man said: "In this case, please invite the police officer waiting outside to enter the hotel."

Immediately a middle-aged man left quickly.

Yang Ming continued to sit there with his legs crossed, his expression was quite natural, and he naturally hid some nervousness.

Godoy leaned over to Yang Ming's side, lowered his body with his hands behind his back, and asked in a low voice, "Have you really found the murderer?"

"Well," Yang Ming replied calmly, "I probably found it."

Godoy's legs softened and he almost couldn't stand still.

Big, probably?

Can this thing be approximated?

However, at most it is a shame, and it is not a big deal for young people to make mistakes.

There were dull footsteps in the hall on the first floor.

Yang Ming put down his crossed legs, got up and stood beside Godoy, and looked towards the hall outside the meeting room together.

A black bear broke into Yang Ming's eye socket just like that.

This is a middle-aged man with a height of nearly two meters. He is full of muscular muscles. The large police uniform on his body is fully padded. His face looks like a chimpanzee.

The police officer's eyes were very sharp. He stood at the door of the meeting room and glanced inside. Most of the people present did not dare to make eye contact with him.

He frowned and asked, "I don't really like the way you nobles behave. Criminal cases should be handed over to us! Where is the murder scene?"

"Master Police Officer," an old man said indifferently, "You are facing the Saka family, please remain humble and courteous."

The corner of Officer Black Bear's mouth twitched slightly, then he squeezed an ugly smile and said in a low voice:

"What do you need my little police officer to help you with?

"Is it to witness how you destroy the murder scene, or to listen to you read about the privileges of the nobility?

"When I waited at the door for half a galaxy, are you fighting for the murderer's chance of getting away with it?"

Several young people glared at the black bear police officer.

Yang Ming suddenly said: "Believe me, police officer, this is a group of imperial nobles who cherish their reputation and have noble character. They cannot tolerate the damage to their family's reputation, let alone allow criminals to go unpunished. The relationship with them will be strained. I will not treat you any good."

Officer Black Bear shrugged and said calmly: "It doesn't matter to me. I just came to finish my work. Where is the murder scene? I haven't handled this kind of case for more than a month."

"I have found the murderer, and I let you in to be a witness."

Yang Ming took the initiative to move forward and made a gesture of invitation:

"This way, I'll take the police officer to the scene first.

"If my judgment differs too much from the police officer's, that's also not convincing."

"Well," the police officer nodded, looked at Yang Ming a few times, and felt that this was a student with little personal combat power, "what's your name?"

"My name is Hui," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Brilliant Hui."

"I'm the deputy sheriff of the local police station. You can call me Mog."

"Come with me, Sergeant Mog," Yang Ming calmly walked in front, Deputy Sheriff Mog glanced at the group of people in the room, bowed his head and followed.

After Godoy hesitated for two seconds, he quickly chased after him: "I'll go and have a look! Don't make any trouble."

"Let's go too," said an old man in a low voice. "If this young man who claims to be brilliant is just trying to get praise, we have to think about how to maintain the dignity of our family."

The crowd in the conference room surged outwards and quickly followed.

The murder scene was in the lounge on the second floor.

Sergeant Mog saw the chaotic scene in front of him, and cursed in a low voice: "How many people have entered this lounge?"

"At least ten," Yang Ming said softly.

Mog shook his head, opened the jacket skillfully, and took out two metal round cakes with a diameter of more than ten centimeters, carefully activated these two tools, and let them fly into the room.

They shine rays one after another, modeling the data of the entire room.

Yang Ming folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, a string of data was scratched on his glasses.

——Lu has already sent over who the murderer is and the simulation process of the crime.

"Sheriff Mog, I already have the answer," Yang Ming said confidently.

"Huh?" Mog frowned and looked at Yang Ming, "What answer?"

"About who the murderer is."

"Oh?" Mog frowned, "This is not the reasoning game of your university club, nor the reasoning novels you read. Under the modern tools for solving crimes, those legendary novels have no value, and the police rely on details and evidence to handle cases." !"

Yang Ming smiled thoughtfully and said: "Don't you want to hear it? Maybe it can help you reduce some workload, and I'm also riding a tiger right now, everyone is watching me."

"If you persevere, you may now speak of your splendid reasoning."

Merg urn said:

"Now, the data from the crime scene has begun to be uploaded to the police network. When we received the alarm, we invoked the information from the surveillance network. The suspect has been preliminarily locked down. Our team has begun to grasp various details. Preliminary results can be produced."

Yang Ming asked: "Will you hand over directly to the noble court?"

"Yes, but for these kinds of cases, we also have to make backups."

Yang Ming nodded thoughtfully.

If that's the case, he didn't actually have to stand up before.

He underestimated the means of the police.

But the matter has come to this point, Yang Ming can only bite the bullet, it is best to solve this small problem smoothly before the noble court arrives.

The death of a baron is nothing more than a big deal.

"When I saw the murder scene for the first time, I was a little confused. Sheriff, look at these two wounds."

Sergeant Mog frowned and looked at the corpse, and took a few steps around the edge of the field.

Yang Ming said: "One gunshot wound, one chest wound, the sheriff thinks, which order of these two wounds appeared first?"

Sergeant Mog said: "The chest first, then the skull, if judged intuitively."

"I also thought so at first," Yang Ming said. "Indeed, it is more logical. The murderer had a dispute with the deceased, and he seriously injured the deceased first, and then shot again to cause the deceased's brain death."

Sergeant Mog nodded: "Is there any other possibility?"

Yang Ming said: "Yes, I'll talk about this later, this is also the flaw that the murderer accidentally exposed."

"I don't really like communicating with people like you," Inspector Mog said in a low voice. "Just tell the whole story, don't show off on purpose. I have handled more cases over the years than you have read books!"

"It's not showing off, but I can't find a logical fulcrum yet," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I also want to explain this from the amount of blood on the ground and the micro-expressions of the dead, but I don't have so many creatures." Learn to reserve."

"Then you come, don't waste time," Mog made a gesture of invitation, and took two steps back.

Yang Ming nodded, he already had a draft speech in his heart.

"The state of the deceased can explain a lot," Yang Ming said, "His expression was terrified. Looking at the penetrating wound on the skull, the burn marks on the front end were more obvious, and the diameter of the wound on the back of the head was smaller, indicating that he was shot from the front. The imprint of the siege also proves this point."

Mog nodded slightly.

Anyone who is not blind can see this.

"But that doesn't mean he was shot first and then stabbed," Merger said. "He could have been shot while he was wounded and struggling."

"It's possible, we'll discuss that later."

Yang Ming continued:

"The deceased was wearing a dress. The front buttons of the dress were all open except for the bottom one, and the belt was also loose. It was obvious that he had been attacked while taking off his clothes.

"He said he was coming up for a break and had a brief teleconference to attend.

"There are two issues here, whether the shooter shot outside the door or inside the door.

"If the shot was fired inside the door, then the deceased must be very familiar with the murderer, at least a friendship who can take off his clothes face to face.

"If you shoot outside the door, you only need to confirm who has the authority to open the door to narrow down the scope of the search. The doors of the lounge are all equipped with the functions of fingerprint recognition to open and close the door and automatically lock the door. The door lock is now in normal operation and has not been blocked. Traces of intrusion."

Uh, I have said too much, I have no way to confirm whether the door lock has been hacked.

In order to avoid being asked about details, Yang Ming continued:

"There are cameras in the corridor, and the cameras can be used as direct evidence. Did someone shoot outside the door, Mr. Sheriff?"

"It was shot indoors," Sergeant Mog said slowly. "In fact, according to the surveillance data we obtained, only the deceased entered this lounge within half an hour before the incident. This lounge It is not exclusive to the dead, but open to all guests, as long as there is no one inside, they can enter."

Yang Ming asked: "What about another half an hour?"

Sergeant Mog replied: "Seven people have used the lounge one after another tonight. They all had alibi when the incident happened. The deceased was the eighth user of this lounge."

"Is the surveillance video untouched?"

"The monitoring networks of public facilities such as hotels are all connected to our police server, and we directly call the police server data," Sergeant Mog said slowly, "If the other party can modify our police server data , which means that this is not a murderer we can deal with, but I can guarantee that the server is unscathed."

"Then it's clear at a glance. There is no window in this lounge, and the public surveillance video is a networked police station server, so the possibility of tampering is low," Yang Ming said with a smile, "The murderer can only be lurking here all the time."

Sergeant Mog said in a deep voice, "Why can't the murderer be the first to discover the body?"

"The police are currently suspecting the waitress?"

"Yes," Sergeant Mog said, "she didn't have any reason to open this room at that time. She entered the room for half a minute, and she had every chance to shoot."

Yang Ming said: "But she has no chance to create a wound on the chest of the deceased."

Sergeant Mog looked solemn: "You are assuming that you shot first and stabbed later. You need to find evidence to support your judgment."

"I have the evidence, it's at the scene, but it only needs a hypothesis to explain it clearly."

Yang Ming tapped the glasses frame with his fingers, and the lenses of the glasses were slightly reflective:

"If the waitress stabbed the deceased first and then shot the deceased while he was struggling, the period from the time the deceased fell to the moment she screamed and attracted our attention was only one minute and twenty seconds.

"When we found the deceased, the blood on the ground had already coagulated obviously. At room temperature, it takes two and a half to five minutes for the blood to start coagulating.

"The time when the blood flowed out was probably before she entered the room."

Sergeant Mog frowned slightly: "My team is still analyzing, and these details will be verified soon."

Yang Ming suddenly asked: "Sheriff, where is the dead man's network access terminal?"

Sergeant Mog glanced around, raised his eyebrows slightly, took out his police terminal, opened the stereoscopic projection map and scanned it quickly, and said solemnly: "It's not here."

"Yes," Yang Ming said, "This is the crux of this case. The network access terminal did not leave the hotel at this time, and the waitress entered the room just to take away the network access terminal."

Yang Ming turned his head to look at the corner behind the crowd, and his gaze fell on the pale young waitress.

"Master Sheriff, you can search her now."

Sergeant Mog hesitated for a moment, bowed his head and walked over, with a button-sized instrument in his hand, and opened a pair of magnetic shackles.

The crowd split left and right.

The waitress sat on the ground with her legs limp: "No, it's not me, I'm not a murderer, police officer... I'm really not!"

"Please follow me back to the police station to assist in the investigation," Sergeant Murg said in a low voice.

Many nobles around breathed a sigh of relief.

This is much better than killing each other in the same family.

At least the noble honor was preserved.

"She's not a murderer, Sheriff."

Yang Ming said:

"She just took away the network access terminal, if I guessed correctly, there is a chat record between the waitress and the deceased in that network access terminal, and that is what she wants to take away.

"Madam, if you don't want to be regarded as a murderer and bear the death penalty for civilians assassinating nobles, hand over the dead man's network access terminal, and be honest about what you did.

"The crime of fraud is much lighter than the crime of homicide."

The hands of the waitress were constantly trembling, and she took out a pocket watch-shaped glass product from her bra, which was the network access terminal of the deceased, and it was still stained with traces of blood.

There was a sudden commotion in the surrounding crowd.

The waitress trembled: "I just, just took his money to open this lounge at this point in time... I don't know anything else, really, I don't know anything, Mr. Sheriff! "

Sergeant Mog frowned and looked at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming calculated in his heart, no one should ask him to produce evidence to prove it now.

Otherwise, he really couldn't directly take out the information that Lu gave.

"I actually like to observe the surrounding environment and people," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Tonight's gathering was a great experience for me. I observed many noble families with ancient heritage up close."

A group of people held their chests up.

Yang Ming sighed and continued:

"But the aristocratic class does not represent absolute wealth. Just like this gathering, the funds saved by these three elders are somewhat insufficient, so that the meals and drinks are very ordinary, but they look more luxurious. "

The expressions of the three old nobles were uncertain.

Yang Ming continued: "There are also some guests who appeared on stage. The clothes on their bodies exude the smell of a long time. Of course, this is a good historical accumulation."

"To the point," Sergeant Mog frowned.

Yang Ming said: "I searched for some news on the Internet just now. Regarding the news about the deceased, I found three news about the baron being stabbed, but they were all in very remote areas... I think this may be a kind of profitable Way."

"profit?"

"Fraud insurance."

Sheriff Mog stared.

The surrounding crowd suddenly became more riotous.

Sheriff Mog said, "Do you have evidence?"

"The evidence is all in the hands of your police, and you can transfer a few documents across regions later."

Yang Ming said quickly:

"Listen, I'm going to get to the crucial part.

"The deceased's plan was to forge a case of intentional injury so that he could get that valuable accident insurance claim.

"This waitress is his temporary partner, and her role is to open the room at the right time, scream, and rush to the police and hospital to save the deceased.

"And for this plan, there must be a person who inflicts harm, and this person is the real murderer.

"Using a very simple method, I found out the deceased's real fraud partner, who also had several records of 'nobility being assassinated', and the time of the assassination record of the deceased was just staggered."

Yang Ming said calmly:

"Everyone, open the Empire's global browser and search for keywords such as Saka, stabbing, assassination, and serious injuries. Wait patiently for two minutes, and the search engine will give you the answer."

In the crowd, a middle-aged man took two steps back slowly, then turned his head and walked away quickly.

Sergeant Mog frowned, climbed over the railing and jumped straight to the first floor, drew out his laser pistol and quickly approached the target.

Seeing this, Yang Ming curled his lips slightly, looked at the noble masters with complicated complexions and hollow eyes, and said slowly:

"Is being decent really that important? We should go back, Uncle Godoy."

"Yes," Viscount Godoy Saka came up with his hands behind his back, "otherwise we will miss the last intercity speed pass. Goodbye, my dear family."

He took off his hat and saluted with dignity and elegance.

On the way back.

"Hui, why are you always staring at the back of my neck?"

"I was wondering how resistant you are to anesthesia."

"Anesthetic? What do you mean?"

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[PS: This kind of chapter is so tiring to write, the update is too late, sorry for the inconvenience. 】