Father Mavie

Chapter 25 Logical Truth
"died?!"

In the dead of night on the street, Ma Wei looked at the few policemen in front of him in disbelief: "How did you die?"

"do not know."

"When did you die?"

"do not know."

".What do you know?"

"We know you are one of the suspects."

The leading police officer showed the revolver at his waist. This thing is much more advanced than the flintlock pistol. It is a product of the new era. The rotating magazine can fill five bullets. The structure is simple and it is not afraid of duds at all.

"To go or not to go?" he asked.

"Walk."

Mavi replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, the police officer smiled, put down his lifted clothes, and asked his subordinates to call the carriage over.

This tactic has been tried and tested repeatedly. Whenever he encounters a case, as long as he shows his revolver, the suspect will either cooperate obediently or turn his head and run away.

For the suspect who turned his head and ran away, he would draw out his gun without hesitation, knock the opponent down with one shot, and then
The case can be declared closed.

It's crisp and neat, and you can go to the tavern for a nice drink after get off work.

unfortunately
Today seems impossible.

Riding in a rickety four-wheeled carriage, Ma Wei and Junia drove towards 155 South Street under the strict watch of two policemen on the opposite side.

On the roof ridges on both sides, countless petite figures followed closely, nimbly crossing the gaps between the houses, one after another, silently and continuously.

"Brother Meow, the master was taken away by the police, should we do it?"

While staring at the carriage below, Xiao Hei asked Fat Ju for his opinion: "Just four policemen, as long as we swarm up, the battle will definitely end in an instant!"

"Do it? Do you want to kill all the policemen below?"

"Even if you don't kill them all, you can't watch the master being taken away by them. The master is innocent, meow!"

"Since he is innocent, why do he want to rob someone?"

"What if those policemen slander the master? I don't think they are very smart!"

"You can save him by robbing people before the case comes to a conclusion, but at the same time, you will also be charged with murder." Fat Orange said in a deep voice: "Human society has its own rules, and we can't act rashly. If these The police dare to slander him and place trumped-up charges on him, that's why we should do it, understand?"

"Meow knows, big brother."

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Ma Wei, who had no idea about the cat talk, came to South Street again. The door of house 155 was full of people, all wearing clear blue tuxedos. To the curious eyes of the people who eat melons.

"Inspector Macmillan."

The police officer in charge of detaining Mavi came to a thin senior man with a yellow complexion and a round hat, and raised his hand in salute: "I brought the suspect Mavi Enders here."

"Ah."

Inspector McMillan looked at Marvie, with one hand tucked into his gray wool coat, and asked routinely, "Are you Marvie Enders, the priest of the Church of Truth?"

"Yes."

"What did you come to Mrs. Maggie's house at 2 o'clock this afternoon?"

Faced with this kind of normal easy-going interrogation, Ma Wei was originally worried. The police officer's appearance of asking three questions just now had a great impact on his mind. Although he knew that the police system in this era is so fucked up, when Trouble befalls me, I still hope to see normal people.

Obviously, Inspector McMillan in front of him is a normal person.

"I was entrusted by the believer Jacob Valentine to resolve his conflict with Mrs. Maggie."

"What contradiction?"

"About the ownership of pets."

"Well, as Jacob Valentine said."

Slightly nodding, Inspector McMillan turned his head and looked at the police officer beside him: "Why hasn't private detective Dilloch Holmes come yet? He arrived in New Rose yesterday!"

"It should be here soon." The police officer scratched his head: "We sent someone to look for him an hour ago."

Da da da.
The sound of the cane hitting the stone bricks came from a distance, and every beat of the rhythmic melody was like the jumping notes in the movement. As soon as you heard it, you knew that the owner must be in a good mood.

Everyone, including Ma Wei, looked back, and saw the end of the stone-brick sidewalk, the red light flashing on and off, getting closer and closer, and soon, a man with a walking stick and heather in his mouth came out from the shadows. A tall man with a pipe and a tall black felt hat.

"I smell the case," he said. "Macmillan, what's going on here?"

"Holmes."

Inspector McMillan pressed his forehead and said with a headache, "I shouldn't have sent someone to look for you, because you will follow the smell of the case and come here. Haven't you seen my men?"

"No, I was walking on the street, and somehow I came here." Dilloch Holmes shrugged. "Your face looks like pickled saury. Who died?"

"Maggie Kris, who lives here, is a family tailor. Her husband died of illness last year, and she has a daughter under her knee."

Without too much pleasantries, Inspector McMillan obviously understood Holmes' temper, and directly began to introduce the identity and background of the deceased.

after listening
Dilloch Holmes didn't even look at the scene, and directly raised three fingers: "I want to see Jacob Valentine, Gilbert Wilkin, and the pharmacist Giuseppe Diaz."

"They're all here, in the house."

Inspector McMillan had arranged everything, and was about to walk into the house when he suddenly remembered something, stopped, and looked at Mavie aside: "Holmes, there is another suspect, Mavie Enders, the truth Father of the church, don't you want to see him?"

"He's not a prisoner, why should I see him?"

"He also came to the deceased's house this afternoon, so he must be suspected!"

"Macmillan, look at the shoes and nails he wears. They are clean and tidy, without any dirt, and they are well-dressed. This kind of person usually has a serious cleanliness. When I was walking, I found that there is a There is wet mud everywhere, and the shoes get dirty after a few steps, and you can't see clearly at night, and you will get it on your clothes if you are not careful."

"Then can't he clean up the traces after committing the crime?"

"The body of the deceased was found because of a barking dog, that is, he died around 6 o'clock in the evening. It takes 30 minutes to travel from here to the Church of Truth, even by carriage. He didn't have time to clean up the traces every time he went back and forth. Besides."

Deloitte Holmes turned around, his gray eyes looked up and down Marvie, and finally stopped on Junia next to him: "He also has a little girl with him, her clothes and shoes are also clean, but there is some cream left at the corner of her mouth, This shows that she just ate dim sum not long ago, and dim sum with cream is not cheap, and as far as I know, there is no dim sum shop in New Rose City that sells cream pastry, so the cream pastry she ate must have come from a rich man. Home of the people, made by professional pastry chefs.”

Amidst the dull gazes of the people around him, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Holmes' mouth: "Macmillan, don't you still understand?"

"Can't he leave his daughter at home and commit crimes by himself?"

"You still don't understand"

Shaking his head, Holmes sighed, and said in a low voice: "The well-dressed and cleanliness proves that Mavie Enders pays great attention to his appearance. This kind of person usually has a deep understanding of his identity, commonly known as idol baggage, and generally does not He will commit the crime himself, not to mention that there is no mud on his feet, and the possibility of walking to South Street is almost zero. Just ask the coachman in the city to know whether he has been to South Street at night, and secondly"

"Since he can let his daughter eat creamy snacks, it means that he is not short of money or knows a certain rich man, and has a good relationship with the other party. He is close enough to take his daughter to the other party's house to have a feast."

"Let me ask, a priest who has the burden of an idol, pays great attention to words and deeds, has contacts with rich people, and seems to have no shortage of money. What reason does he have to murder a family tailor who lives in a poor South Street? He has enough The resources and connections make the other party's life worse than death, there is no need to kill!"

Amidst the suddenly realized admiration of everyone, Ma Wei's eyes gradually lit up.

He pursues the truth and knows that there are three kinds of truth.

Mental truths, geometric truths, and... logical truths!

The private detective named Dillock Holmes in front of him has clear logic and quick thinking, isn't he the one who fits the logical truth? !
(End of this chapter)