Restarting the myth

Eating melons is human instinct!

Gossip is engraved in everyone's genes. Eating melons is not divided by status, country, profession, or social class. From the nobles to the common people, everyone likes to eat melons.

Especially the live melons, the fresh and hot ones, are the most attractive to the onlookers.

A suicide case occurred in the hotel. A geology professor from Lundan took poison in the room and left a suicide note before his death. The professor repented of his bad life and did many bad things to his friends and students. He hoped to exchange his death for everyone's forgiveness.

Near noon, the assistant and students who were traveling with him saw that no one answered the door, so they asked the hotel owner to break in and found the professor's body and suicide note.

It was just an ordinary suicide case. The poison in the secret room and the handwritten suicide note almost ruled out the possibility of homicide. When the police arrived and confirmed the scene and went through the process, the case was basically closed.

Coincidentally, there was a detective from Lundan named Wesley living in the hotel. He walked around the scene and insisted that the professor was killed by suicide.

The murderer was among the assistants and students who were traveling with him.

Almost at the same time, Hood, a local detective in Enrode Town, came to the hotel to deliver an investigation report to the professor, and he also firmly believed that the professor was murdered.

Hood had met the professor several times and commented that the professor was an arrogant and selfish old man. It was very unlikely that such a person would repent and commit suicide to atone for his sins.

There was no motive for suicide. If the professor had any remorse, he would have killed himself long ago. How could he have endured until now?

So, the two detectives fell in love.

Wesley was a well-known detective in Lundan. He was in his thirties and had a good reputation in the industry. Hood was a local detective in Enrode Town. He was nearly fifty years old and his professional qualities and experience were widely praised.

Without saying a word, the two immediately started investigating, hoping to solve the case and catch the real murderer before the other.

The onlookers were very excited. They were not interested in the professor's life or death, and they didn't care who the murderer was. They just wanted to know which of the two detectives was better.

A crowd of people blocked the entrance of the hotel, waiting for the winner to be decided. As the news spread, more and more townspeople joined the crowd, directly blocking the traffic and Wayne's car.

Hood played at home and won the support of 90% of the townspeople.

The opening odds were extremely high!

Hood won the spiritual support of the townspeople, but when it came to money, the townspeople were more willing to believe the detective master of Lundan.

The famous detective who could roll up in Lundan must be better than our local detectives!

What, you asked where the police were?

Some of them were responsible for evacuating traffic and some were responsible for opening the market. The police officers of the Kingdom of Windsor were so simple and unpretentious.

The sheriff was a lazy man. Seeing that Wesley and Hood were fighting on the spot, he simply helped them, detained the assistant and the students, and waited for the two detectives to do their own work.

They were all solving the case. Why not let the detectives work hard when they were paid in full?

Of course, you can't say that, it's against the rules. The sheriff means to give the victim the truth, and he will refer to the opinions provided by the two detectives during the case.

Here I have to say that with the progress of the times, even in the Kingdom of Windsor, detectives are not qualified to enter the crime scene. Private detectives are mainly active in the civil and commercial fields. Once they are involved in criminal crimes, there is basically nothing for detectives to do.

For example, Wayne's previous commissioned investigation on Dr. Reiner and his wife, all kinds of stalking and taking pictures, that is, he was not caught on the spot, otherwise he would have been in trouble.

This is Windsor, and there is no shortage of gays in the prison. Many people originally couldn't figure it out, but they were connected in all directions after entering.

Back to the point, Wayne squeezed through the three layers of onlookers inside and outside, grabbed the first row of special seats, and happily waited for the two detectives to fight.

He saw the sheriff and two colleagues who were engaged in a reasoning duel. The three of them gathered together and just walked out of the crime scene, seeming to be discussing something.

With the help of enthusiastic people, Wayne knew who the two detectives were. Wesley was a handsome Windsor man with a white face and no beard; Hood was slightly fat and had two black mustaches.

The atmosphere was harmonious, and Wayne was disappointed. The two detectives were not as enthusiastic as he had imagined. They were even exchanging opinions and sharing the clues they had collected.

"Tsk, boring, it turns out that animation is a lie." Wayne pouted, watching the excitement and thinking that the matter was too small.

Like Wayne, the townspeople also expressed their dissatisfaction, and one by one they shouted: "Hood, you represent the town of Enroard, show Master Lundan some power, let him know how powerful the country detective is."

"Hood, I bet all my wine money tonight on the Lundan guy, you must not win!"

"Don't worry, Hood can't solve the case. His poor detective talent is not as good as Master Lundan, otherwise he would have gone to Lundan to make a fortune."

"Hey, I don't like to hear this. What's wrong with Master Lundan? Master Lundan is also a human being. I stand with Hood, he is the one that everyone wants." Wayne was bored and took the initiative to join the team of instigators, and started a fierce confrontation with the gentleman hat next to him who was also bored.

"Wesley is also the one that everyone wants in Lundan. I have heard of his name. He has been in the newspaper many times. The Lundan Police Department often appoints him to help solve cases." The gentleman hat held a civilized stick in his hand and a newspaper under his arm, and he was dismissive of Wayne's words.

"I'm just a passerby. I'm from London and I'm also a detective. I've never heard of Wesley and he hasn't been mentioned in the newspapers."

"You don't even know Wesley, and you still have the nerve to pretend to be a detective in London. If you were a detective, I would eat this newspaper!" The gentleman hat seemed to be a die-hard fan of Wesley, and he got excited after just two sentences.

Facing this kind of cheating behavior, Wayne didn't say anything, and the onlookers were happy. One person told ten, ten told a hundred, and the whole street was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Who wants to duel, where?"

"I heard that a pretty boy slept with the wife of the hat shop owner..."

"Funny mud pee!"

"Asshole, who touched my butt, don't you know to be gentle?"

"Damn it, my wallet is gone."

"Fuck you second uncle!"

The chaotic crowd seriously disrupted the order, and soon attracted the dissatisfaction of the sheriff. He shouted loudly and asked the onlookers to keep their voices down.

The gentleman hat couldn't stand Wayne's big talk, and shouted: "Sheriff, this gentleman is also a detective, why don't you let him provide some advice?"

There is also a detective! xN

A group of people looked at Wayne, who was wearing a gentleman's hat. Wayne's two colleagues also looked at him. The sheriff was slightly stunned and asked a police officer to bring Wayne to him.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Wayne."

"Where are you from, Mr. Wayne? I haven't seen you in Enroard." The sheriff's ability was average, but he was not a good-for-nothing. At least he had a good memory and was familiar with every face in the town.

If you are not familiar with someone, he is a foreigner.

"I am from Lundan. I came to Enroard for vacation and stayed there temporarily." Wayne raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the villa.

The sheriff looked in the direction Wayne pointed, his eyes flashed, and his tone immediately became respectful: "It turned out to be Mr. Wayne. Excuse me, I heard that you are also a detective?"

"A part-time detective, I opened a detective agency, just for fun."

Wayne waved his hand. There were two professional colleagues and a group of police officers on the scene, and he didn't want to get involved.

After strolling and making a fuss, the pressure has been relieved. It's time to go back to meditation.

At this time, the professor's body covered with white cloth was carried out. The case was a bit tricky. The identification personnel had investigated the crime scene and were confused. They were going to take several suspects back to the town police station for questioning.

Two detectives would also accompany them.

This is how the case is solved. Whether it is the police or the detectives who cooperate in solving the case, almost all cases are solved in the office. There are very few cases where the murderer is caught directly at the crime scene by reasoning.

Wayne glanced at the body, his eyes swept over several suspects, and stopped on a middle-aged man.

This man smelled very strong, and he was covered with a lot of professor's smell from head to toe...

The smell of the professor's body!

Although the other suspects had the same smell, it was far less strong than the man's, indicating that the man and the professor's body had been alone for a long time.

Wayne analyzed what he had just heard and speculated that the smell of the suspects came from collectively breaking into the secret room, and the man...

Got it!

When you broke into the house, you hid behind the door, didn't you?

No wonder your nose is so red, did you get hurt?

You are really brave. You stood by the professor's body all night. Aren't your legs numb? Aren't you afraid that the professor will come to you to chat late at night?

Wayne locked the murderer, and through the process of reasoning, he whispered a few words in the sheriff's ear, then said goodbye to the sheriff and took a car back to the villa.

If it were someone else, the sheriff would definitely sneer and not believe a word of the murderer just by looking at his face without entering the crime scene.

But Wayne is different. His temporary residence is very special.

Mr. Landau gives money to the Enrode Town Police Station every year, under the name of social donation, so that the town police can enjoy the same welfare benefits as the Lundan police.

Would friends who feed and clothe your parents say nonsense?

It's impossible!

After returning to the police station, the sheriff immediately interrogated the murderer in person, and the first sentence he said made the middle-aged man's face pale.

"In addition to the professor's body, there is another person hiding in the room. After poisoning the professor, he put down the suicide note and hid behind the door waiting for others to break in, thus disguising the secret room suicide scene, right?"

"You can keep silent, but someone noticed that you were not wearing gloves. The wall behind the door may be able to extract your fingerprints."

The middle-aged man confessed that he had indeed killed the person.

The rapid resolution of the case surprised the two detectives, especially the local detective Hood, who looked like he had seen a ghost.

WTF, is this still the good-for-nothing sheriff he knew? Was he impersonated by someone!

The sheriff was complacent for a while and explained to the two detectives: "The one who solved the case was Mr. Wayne. He locked the suspect at a glance and deduced the course of the case."

"..."x2

How could this be possible with just one glance. x2

"Wesley, you are also a detective from London, you must have heard of his name, right?"

Wesley: "..."

No, this was the first time he heard the name of this colleague.

The two detectives looked at each other and became interested in Wayne. After they left the police station, Hood said, "Wesley, do you want to invite him?"

"You can give it a try."

Wesley nodded. He had been following the Geocentric Cult for a long time. He finally got a clue, but the professor who knew the truth was poisoned to death.