after falling asleep

Just as London is London, Paris is Paris, and Belfast is Belfast.

In October 2010, Police Officer Price in Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland, commissioned me to investigate the murder in Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland.

Belfast in the rainy season is shrouded in clouds, and the mist lingers on the streets.The train slowly stopped beside the platform, and I followed the crowd who got off the train to the platform, and really came into contact with this Northern Irish building full of Northern Irish architectural style.

Not far away, Police Officer Price and Detective Lu Li waved to me.

"Detective Musu, long time no see." Police Officer Price, who hadn't seen him for a long time, took off his woolen police cap to express his long time no see.

Detective Lu Li also sighed because of my arrival: "The last time I saw you was the last time."

"Put aside the polite words and tell me the troubles you have encountered." I walked up to them and put down the heavy suitcase.

"Okay. Miklos Blevins is a typical Irish dude. Drunk, drunken nose, and a bit of local gang ties, because a member of his family was the mistress of a mob boss. So he used to take two A footman wandering about, he was found dead at 23 Mariner Row just two days ago, and—"

I interrupted Officer Price's narration, and looked at Detective Lu Li, who had quiet eyes, "No. 23 Sailor Street, isn't that at No. 23 Sailor Street?"

"That's right, it's No. 23, Sailor Street."

"I hope you won't be caught as a murderer by someone who can't find a murderer around you." The waiter muttered and left.

I stepped over the outline of the white line and came to the window. There are usually people living on the first floor and the second floor of this kind of building: "The people who didn't sleep at that time must still be awake. What did they hear?"

"Maybe the murderer is Lu Li." I relieved the atmosphere for Officer Price's stinginess.

I put the suitcase next to the hanger and squatted around the outline of the white line to search carefully.

"It's close to nine o'clock in the evening."

The rag stained with blood was hung on the handle by Anna.

Officer Price asked what I was doing. "Look for clues." As I answered, I ran across the floor with my fingertips, lightly sanding the uneven old floor: "Clues will only be left to those who find them. When did the incident happen?"

Lu Li took out a wad of cash from his pocket and gave him the change.

"Damn it, who are we trying to protect by handling the case?" Officer Priss yelled at his back, and then complained to Lu Li, "You shouldn't have given him money, but your habit of carrying cash is nothing like that dead man. Like a dropped jerk."

At this time, footsteps came from the corridor outside the door, and the waiter appeared at the door with coffee: "Hello, whose coffee is it?"

"It seems that Mick chose to commit suicide in Lu Li's detective agency, I think I can go back." I was about to return to the platform.

The police car stopped in front of the townhouses surrounded by the cordon, Police Officer Priss waved to the passing cafe waiter, "A cup of coffee is served.", and led us through the cordon that was raised at the murder scene to enter the murder scene .

The waiter chewing gum casually glanced around: "It's none of my business, so the police officer plans to buy something without paying?"

"It's okay, we still have—" Police Officer Price, who was looking at the windowsill, suddenly couldn't make any sound.

Police Officer Price said with a sigh: "Detective Musu, if you can't do anything, we can only leave our fate to fate."

"It rained lightly in the morning," Anna said.

The window sill was covered with muddy water, covering all traces.

The radio was on and the old classic "Right Here" was on, and Price fell silent because he couldn't listen to it while driving.

"Well, it seems our clues are useless. Two famous detectives start from scratch... so this interesting case will be interesting, right?" Officer Price didn't think they couldn't solve the case.

"Mine." Officer Priss said as he walked past me to catch the coffee, "Don't worry Detective Musu, the case is not that simple, because the case is not that simple. Huh? Why are you still here?"

Pulis pointed painfully around the outline of the white line: "Where's the blood?"

"The cleaning came and cleaned the floor." Anna put the broom behind the door.

"What... do you know that we are dealing with a case?" Pulis, who was blowing on the froth on his strong coffee, was stunned.

The faded floor was painted with white lines representing the outlines of the dead, and the desks, chairs, and bookshelves were torn apart as if after a storm—but the scattered pieces were swept together.

As a famous detective, I didn't give up easily and asked, "Lu Li, Anna, what were you doing when Mick came to the detective agency?"

"Oh my God...the scene was destroyed..." Police Officer Priss asked Anna who was staying in the detective agency: "What the hell is going on?"

"Do you remember? This is a murder case." Pulis said that the case was not that simple, and led us into the police car and drove towards the sailor's street.

The waiter at the door replied: "Coffee money, plus tip and delivery fee and tip, the total is 17 pounds 80 pence sir."

"A true detective is a true detective because he is a true detective." I moved away from the window and lifted the heavy suitcase next to the coat hanger: "I confirm that this is a robbery and homicide, Officer Price , please take me back to the station."

"Erase them together."

The laughing Police Officer Priss pointed to Anna and picked up the Glock pistol he was holding: "That's why I said this is not an ordinary case, the fingerprints on that gun were wiped clean, and ordinary thieves would not be so careful. "

Police Officer Price said: "Yes. Neighbors said that they heard noise and fighting in the detective agency that night, and then everything stopped abruptly in the sound of gunfire. The nearby police station heard the news and came. Detective agency in a mess and Mick's body found. shattered windows, footprints everywhere, and all the cash on Mick's body gone. If it wasn't for the goddamn cleaning you would have seen that."

Lu Li took the pistol from Anna, who was wearing plastic gloves, and handed it to me for inspection.As Sergeant Price said, the murderer didn't leave a trace of fingerprints.

"Haha, that's a good joke. Detective Lu Li is our police's right-hand man."

Officer Price explained bitterly: "That's why Detective Lu Li is here too... We found Mick's body and Mick's gun that killed Mick in his detective agency."

"Killing him."

Anna's voice sounded calmly.

Her clear eyes reflected the sad Lu Li.

Ten minutes later, the shimmering red and blue mist carried Anna away from the sailor's block.

I carried my suitcase and walked quietly into the depths of the foggy street.Because this is just one of the insignificant cases solved by the great detective Mu Su.