Zhang Jue's identity was forged by the top management of the Anomalous Anomaly Administration, and it was reported to the French government in advance. As long as he did not interfere with French internal affairs, he could claim to be anything he wanted.
Galil made another call to the director's office, and the answer he received made him even more confused. "Don't worry about who Mark Zhang is. Your task is to cooperate with him! Even if he asks you to take off your pants, you have to clean your ass, let alone investigate the case! "
Since the director had spoken, Galil had nothing to say, but he was even more curious about Zhang Jue's identity.
Like his teacher, Hodgson, he also carefully observed Zhang Jue, but they did not know about the existence of the Anomalous Anomaly Administration, so naturally, there was no way to guess who Zhang Jue was.
Galil sighed, only hoping that this person would not be a hindrance.
At Zhang Jue's request, the two headed to the crime scene together.
On the way, Zhang Jue asked Galil about the details of the case.
This included the time of the crime, the time of death of the deceased, and other details that were not explained in detail.
However, time was limited, and more questions could only be answered at the scene of the crime.
After a week of investigation, the house had been sealed off.
The neighbors who came and went went around it, as if they were afraid of being infected by the bad luck.
Opening the closed door, a strange smell wafted out.
Even though a week had passed, the smell of blood had not completely dissipated.
Just as he entered the entrance, Zhang Jue saw a figure drawn in chalk, with one hand stretched forward, as if trying to escape the house.
"This is the mistress of this house," Galil introduced. "When we found her, she was lying on the ground, and her back had been stabbed three times."
Zhang Jue nodded, and the two walked into the room.
Zhang Jue saw a second figure at the kitchen door, but this figure looked bigger. If it was a person, it would be at least 250 pounds.
"This is the male owner," Galil said. "He was stabbed twice in the back and twice in the chest. Most of the blood in this room is his."
Looking at the man's posture on the ground, Zhang Jue was thoughtful. "Did you find the murder weapon?"
Galil shook his head. "Not yet, but the kitchen knife was missing. We found the same style on the market, and it matched the shape of the wound."
Zhang Jue said, "That means the murderer took the knife from the kitchen and stabbed the man in the back."
Galil said, "That's our judgment."
"Don't you think it's strange?" Zhang Jue looked at Galil. "According to your autopsy, they were killed at 10: 00 PM on the night of the day.... At that time, the murderer could have been an acquaintance, but there were only three cups on the coffee table.... there were no signs that they served to entertain guests....
. "" Er … "Galil was stumped by Zhang Jue's question. They did not consider this point.
The time of the crime was 10: 00 PM, so they excluded the plumber and electrician. Both the man and woman were wearing pajamas. Obviously, they were ready to sleep. It did not look like they were entertaining guests at all.
Mark Zhang had just arrived at the scene and found the blind spot. Galil began to believe that he was really good at reasoning.
As he was thinking this, he heard Mark Zhang say, "Inspector Caleb, you graduated from the police academy. If you were to fight with this man, what are your chances of winning?"
The man was tall, more than 1.9 meters tall, and weighed more than 250 pounds.
Even if Galil had professional training, it would be very difficult to subdue such a big man in such a small space. He might even be killed.
Seeing that Galil understood what he meant, Zhang Jue looked around. "According to the man's injuries, he was stabbed twice in the back. Then he turned around and faced the murderer. But look at this place, isn't it a little too tidy? Even the stool next to it is still standing there. If I were that man and someone stabbed me twice, no matter who was in front of me, I would immediately grab the stool and stab him if I didn't die. But the male owner didn't do that. There isn't even a trace of a struggle at the scene. The male owner turned around as if to make it easier for the murderer to stab him twice. Oh, he probably thought it would be more troublesome to clean up. "
Zhang Jue's tone was frivolous. It did not seem like he was talking about a murder case, but Galil's heart skipped a beat.
There were obvious clues, but they did not find them.
After Zhang Jue's careful investigation, it seemed that the crime scene did not make sense at all.
Galil looked at his back as he looked around. He suddenly felt that the position of the president of the Royal Reasoning Society might be real.
At this time, his attitude towards Zhang Jue had changed greatly.
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