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Muchuan's falcon searched for Zhu Yali's mother, Zhou Ruolan and others in the air.
His clone found Di Xiong, a retired detective in the city.
This is a legendary figure he saw in the police information.
Rumor has it that this man is a detective.
After twenty-eight years in office, there is no case that cannot be solved in his hands.
He was once famous all over the world and ranked as one of the top 100 detectives in the world.
But Di Xiong is old, now over ninety years old.
His time has passed!
No one in the police station believes in his record now, after all, that was decades ago.
In Di Xiong's era without high technology, there were many more unjust, false and wrong cases than detectives.
According to the address on the document, Muchuan came to the old city and passed through three cramped and dark alleys.
We came to an old house hidden deep inside.
This area seems to have been forgotten in the flow of time.
The location of the old house is so remote that even the sunshine is stingy.
Tuk-tuk-tuk...
Muchuan knocked on the door of Di Xiong's house.
"Who is it?" An old man opened the door.
The old man has gray hair, a haggard face, and a pair of cloudy eyes sunk deeply into his eye sockets, as if he has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
His stature is rickety and his back is slightly hunched, giving him a feeling of sluggishness.
"Hello, are you Senior Di Xiong?" Muchuan showed a sunny smile.
I think back then...just two months ago, he was still a sunny boy who had just graduated from college.
This smile is not fake at all.
Di Xiong looked at him with narrowed eyes and asked, "I am Di Xiong, who are you?"
"I am Inspector Liu Jianming from XX Police Station." Muchuan took out his fake ID again.
Di Xiong didn't even look at him and said, "No, you're not."
"Uh...Senior, I really have a very important case that I want to ask you for help with." Muchuan said very sincerely:
"I know that you were once the strongest detective in Maple Leaf City and ranked among the top 100 detectives in the world."
Dixiong was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket that had been washed white and had a few patches on it.
The trouser legs were rolled up, revealing wrinkled calves.
On his feet were a pair of worn-out cloth shoes, the soles of which were badly worn, and it could be seen that they had been worn for many years.
His hands were covered with age spots and his nails were trimmed short.
Di Xiong leaned on a wooden crutch, turned around tremblingly, walked into the house and said:
"It's true that you want to investigate the case, but you are not a policeman. Come in."
Are you so bad at disguising yourself? Muchuan followed Di Xiong into the house.
The room was very dark. Just as Muchuan was about to ask a question, Di Xiong saw through his mind and said calmly in an old voice:
"You don't have calluses on your hands, that's not the hand that holds a gun, that's the hand that holds a pen.
No, there are no literati these days who hold pens. Your hands are the ones typing the keyboard.
Judging from your posture, you have definitely not been trained by the police.
How could an untrained police officer investigate a case?
You kind of...can only deal with neighborhood disputes at best.
But I know that you really have an important case that you want to investigate.
So you are investigating the case privately, and this case should be closely related to you.
But there is no nervousness or urgency in your expression, only a desire to discover and false perfunctoryness.
Therefore, the case you want to investigate only has an interest relationship with you and has no personal grudges at all.
You probably investigated this case after receiving benefits from others. "
It was just the first time the two met.
After just saying a few words, Di Xiong actually saw through him.
Compared with Di Xiong, his previous achievements were completely three-legged cat-level reasoning methods. Muchuan smiled honestly and did not deny it: "Hey, Mr. Di is wise."
The essence of the fantasy realm is to lure them through the level with the benefits of life evolution.
Muchuan did come to investigate the case after receiving benefits. Di Xiong was absolutely right.
He and Muchuan sat face to face at the small square table.
Although Di Xiong is already very old, his eyes are bright:
"What case do you have for me to help with? Isn't it the Maple Leaf High School serial murder case?"
Muchuan nodded and said, "You guessed it again."
"At this time, only this case will make you come to this corner to find me." Di Xiong found the hot water bottle and poured a glass of boiled water for Muchuan.
The water is cold, and I don't know what day it was.
Muchuan took the cup and took a sip gently.
With his current constitution, ordinary bacteria, viruses and poisons have no effect on him.
A confident boy, Di Xiong smiled and asked: "Haha, tell me, do you have any different clues?"
If Muchuan didn't have information that the police didn't have, they wouldn't have come to him at all.
Now that Muchuan is here, it means he has some exclusive information.
Muchuan explained the details of the Maple Leaf High School serial murder case in detail:
"These people all died very strangely, and all of them committed suicide.
I followed the deceased even before they died.
The deceased just died in front of me. Whether it was Li Lu or Chen Jian, they seemed to be controlled.
No one killed them, they all committed suicide.
But their deaths were very strange, and there must be a hidden secret behind them. I wonder what you think, senior?"
"Haha..." Di Xiong looked at Muchuan with strange eyes and asked:
"How did you determine that the deceased was the murderer's next target before he was dead?"
Muchuan did not want to hide this, otherwise he would not be able to get the information he wanted from Di Xiong. Muchuan pinched two fingers and said helplessly:
"It's just a small trick, it belongs to personal privacy."
"A good trick." Di Xiong nodded, picked up the bowl on the table and took a sip.
I don't know if this sentence is praising Muchuan or the mastermind behind it.
"The killing method you mentioned is indeed very rare. I have only seen it once in my life."
Di Xiong adjusted his sitting posture and began to recall the past:
"That was fifty years ago, and high-level officials from neighboring countries died one after another, causing widespread panic.
The seven allies sent elites in their respective criminal investigation fields to jointly investigate the case.
It just so happens that I am one of them. "
Having said this, Di Xiong was quite proud.
It's nothing to do well in a small place like your own, but to be recognized internationally is an honor worth showing off for a lifetime.
"Local rumors are that those high-level officials covered up the facts and teamed up with dark forces to resell human organs.
As a result, the ghosts of the deceased are still alive and come to seek their lives.
Finally we found out that they all died at the hands of a hypnotist.
A true master of hypnosis.
The master of hypnosis plants psychological suggestions in their minds.
When the switch of psychological suggestion is triggered, they will die according to the established method of death.
Whether it's inserting a pen into one's eyeballs, cutting one's throat, or jumping off a building.
They will do these things without resistance when they are conscious. "
"Hypnosis?" Muchuan frowned. Is there really a hypnotist of this level?
In Muchuan's eyes, hypnosis is all about deceiving people.
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