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"This girl's spirit has been greatly stimulated, and her mood is very unstable. Your conversation needs to be limited to less than ten minutes."

The doctor raised his glasses with his index finger and looked at the two people in front of him, "From a humanitarian point of view, I don't want you to continue interrogating her. As a doctor, I have to be responsible for my patients."

Opposite him, Galile took a look at Zhang Jue and nodded helplessly.

He thought that the only survivor would know what happened when he woke up, but he didn't expect that she was so frightened that she lost her mind. The doctor gave her a sedative before barely falling asleep.

When she woke up again, Galaire didn't dare to go in by himself. He immediately notified Zhang Jue, and the two of them were blocked by the doctor at the door.

Ten minutes, if the other party is a normal person, this time is enough.

But now they don't know if this survivor can communicate.

It was ten o'clock in the morning and the sun was shining brightly outside.

The two pushed open the door and found that the girl was still curled up at the head of the bed, trembling.

"Evelyn?" Galaire tried to call out.

The girl's eyeballs moved, but her whole body was still trembling uncontrollably.

The two sat by her bed, Zhang Jue said cautiously: "Evelyn, we are the detectives investigating the murder of your parents, can you tell us about the situation at that time?"

Evelyn mechanically turned her head to look at him, and Zhang Jue could even hear her upper and lower teeth fighting.

Zhang Jue continued: "Evelyn, don't you want to avenge your parents and bring the criminal to justice?"

"Ghost—ghost!!"

Evelyn's body shook even more violently. Galilee wanted to call the doctor, but Zhang Jue stopped him with a wave.

Galilee looked at him, but saw Zhang Jue staring at Evelyn's eyes.

"Evelyn, that's not a ghost, remember, you once fought her and even snatched her ring!"

yes!

Galilee slapped his thigh, why didn't he expect it.

"It's not... a ghost... it's not a... a ghost..."

Evelyn mechanically repeated Zhang Jue's words.

"Yes, it's not a ghost at all, you have to believe in yourself." Zhang Jue kept helping her to build up her heart, "No matter what you see, it's all caused by humans! Trust us, as long as you tell me what you see , we will help you bring the murderer to justice!"

"What did I see..."

"Yes, tell me, what did you see that night." Zhang Jue's tone gradually became calm, "Do you still remember, it was after ten o'clock in the evening, the three of you were sitting in the living room watching TV, and your father went to A trip to the kitchen..."

"Yes, my father wanted to cut the watermelon, but he found that the knife was missing from the shelf." Evelyn's eyes were glazed over, lost in memory, "He turned to my mother and asked where the knife was. , and then... ah!!!"

Evelyn yelled again, her head in her hands, and she seemed terrified.

Zhang Jue grabbed her hands with brute force: "Evelyn, don't be afraid, tell me, what exactly did you see!"

"I saw a hand!" Evelyn terrified, "A hand appeared behind my father and stabbed him in the neck with a knife..."

Galilee was surprised: "Are you sure it's just one hand? No one?"

Evelyn's eyes widened: "There is only one hand, as if it came out of hell... She held the kitchen knife and stabbed my father's back twice, and my father turned around and was stabbed by it again She was stabbed twice... My mother was terrified, screaming and trying to run away, but the door was locked by someone, and she was stabbed a few times at the door..."

"What about you?" Zhang Jue looked at her, "Then how did you escape?"

"I..." Evelyn froze for a moment, "After seeing my mother being stabbed, I ran to my room, closed the door, and saw that hand stop in front of me,

It stabbed me in the stomach, and I grabbed the hand, trying desperately to get the knife away, but all I could do was pull off its ring. "

Under Zhang Jue's guidance, Evelyn gradually returned to normal, and the speed of her speech gradually slowed down.

"I fell down and fell in front of the wardrobe. I opened the door of the wardrobe and got in. I was terrified at the time..."

Evelyn's voice became smaller and smaller, and Zhang Jue squeezed her chin: "You mean, after you got into the cabinet, that hand stopped following you?"

"No." Evelyn shook her head: "I can feel it trying to open the door from the outside, but I've been leaning against the door tightly, and it won't open."

"So that's how it is."

Zhang Jue nodded thoughtfully, seeming to have gained something.

...

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue and Galilee withdrew from Evelyn's ward.

Strange to say, after Zhang Jue's guidance, Evelyn faced her fears, and her mental state seemed to be better, but the two still didn't bother her for too long.

"Mr. Zhang, did you find anything?" Galilee asked.

Zhang Jue was thinking, and laughed when he heard this: "Inspector Galilee, I find that you don't like to use your brain very much recently."

Galaire smiled awkwardly: "Being able to clearly recognize the gap between yourself and outstanding people is also a kind of ability."

"This flattery is so good, it's really embarrassing for you, Inspector." Zhang Jue patted Galilee on the shoulder, "I can give you a hint, why do you think that hand can teleport from the male master's body?" Behind the hostess, then teleported to Evelyn's bedroom, but didn't follow her into the closet?"

Galile was stunned for a moment, and found that this was indeed a very unreasonable place.

He subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Zhang Jue smiled at him.

"Secret."

"..."

Galile felt a little like cursing.

But now he has recognized Zhang Jue's ability. Whether this case can be solved depends on this thrust master.

Seeing Zhang Jue walking towards the outside of the hospital, he shouted, "Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Go to the investigation bureau, I probably guess who the prisoner is."

...

While driving, Galile observed Zhang Jue from the rearview mirror.

Although his reasoning ability was not as good as Zhang Jue's, he was still keenly aware of Zhang Jue's words.

What he said just now was that he guessed "who" the prisoner was.

In other words, he not only knew the criminal's criminal methods, but even knew the identity of the prisoner.

According to normal language habits, it is generally necessary to be accurate to a certain person before using such a description as "know who".

Galaire guessed that Zhang Jue had probably dealt with this murderer in a similar case before.

Zhang Jue sat on the back seat of the police car and closed his eyes to rest.

He didn't lie to Galilee.

After so many days of investigation, he had indeed targeted someone.

In his impression, only that person has such ability and can do so many unimaginable things.

But he can't be sure, so he needs to go back to the Bureau of Investigation, re-read all the materials, and find some evidence.

The two returned to the Bureau of Investigation. Zhang Jue first found the surveillance video of the day Eternal Love was lost in the museum three years ago.

But what he watched was not the video of the Eternal Love exhibition hall, but several surveillance videos outside the exhibition hall.

There are a lot of recordings and it is very time-consuming.

He watched it at 16x speed first, then switched back to 8x speed, and watched some suspicious places again.

At the same time, he also asked Galile to check the visitor records of the victim's home in the past month-it can be found from the surveillance on the street corner.

Although Galaire didn't understand why, he had learned to do it first and ask later.

A few hours later, Galilee came back from the outside with a large roll of videotape in his hand.

"Because the victim just inherited the old lady's estate, they plan to sell the house. In the past month, many real estate agents and individual buyers have visited their house, so the crowd is very mixed."

"That's right." Zhang Jue took the video tape and threw it on the table.

"Eh? Mr. Zhang, don't you want to watch it?" Galaire asked in surprise. Because of the different organizations he belonged to, he had to spend a lot of effort to get this video tape.

"No need." Zhang Jue shook his head, "I have confirmed the identity of the prisoner."

"Forehead……"

Galaire was stunned for a moment. Although this was great news for him, he still didn't know what to say.

Those videotapes that Zhang Jue watched were watched countless times by the investigators, and they even analyzed them frame by frame with a computer, and found nothing suspicious.

And this person confirmed the murderer by going through it so quickly?

Doesn't this mean that these people in their investigation bureau are all idiots?

Galaire thought of Holmes.

He, like his teacher Hodgson, is very fond of the detective.

The Mark Zhang in front of him gave him the same feeling as Sherlock Holmes.

The reasoning process of ordinary people is from one to two, from two to three, and there are traces to follow.

But perverts like them probably go from one to five, from five to ten, and their thinking jumps very violently, like a lunatic.

Even if the president of the Royal Society of Reasoning later grabbed a taxi driver and told him that this was the murderer, Galile would not be surprised.

"Um, Mr. Zhang, so what should we do next?" Galilee asked.

"Inspector Galilee, I wonder if your head is out of your wits." Zhang Jue sat on the chair with a slightly helpless expression, "Now that we know who the murderer is, our next step is of course to catch her .”

"..."

In fact, I can't blame Galilee.

In the French Bureau of Investigation, he is also one of the best talents, having solved many twists and turns and bizarre cases, but Zhang Jue makes him look a bit mentally handicapped.

You have to admit that if you have an omnipotent genius by your side, you will gradually give up the habit of thinking.

Because as long as you ask him, he will overturn all your previous conclusions, and then throw out an idea that you will never think of in a very short time, telling you that this is the best solution.

Galilee's arrogance at the beginning was shattered by Zhang Jue, and now he has a very accurate positioning of himself - a tool man who can only do errands.

"Then how do we catch her?" Galilee asked shamelessly.

"Ah, this is indeed a bit difficult." Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, "How about you report the girl's waking up through the news, and let's do a wave of fishing law enforcement, how about it?"

"..."

Looking at Zhang Jue's expression, Galaire couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.

After getting along for a few days, Galile still couldn't figure out his temper. Sometimes this person is very serious, and sometimes he looks like a playful second-generation ancestor.

"Really?" Galilee asked tentatively.

"Of course it's true, but it's hard to say whether the other party will be fooled or not. It depends on luck." Zhang Jue raised his legs, thinking of something, and the corner of his mouth pulled an arc, "It's different from my unlucky father. My luck has always been good, and I hope this time, it will be the same.”

...

Three days later, the 3 and 13 major homicides in France were published in the newspapers and hit the headlines of major news. Even the TV news channels set aside time for special reports.

According to reports, because of the tremendous stimulation, the female survivor had lost her memory and could not remember the circumstances of the incident at all.

After being discharged from the hospital, she will take a large amount of inheritance from her father and grandmother, and leave her hometown in anonymity.

And this case was shelved because of too few clues.

Because the case of the theft of the ring has not been solved so far, the prestige of the French Bureau of Investigation among ordinary people has dropped to the lowest point in history.

For this report, most people regard it as a joke.

Only a handful of people guessed the reason why the Bureau of Investigation did this, probably to lure the murderer to silence him.

But would others not be able to see such a simple strategy?

So it was taken as a bigger joke.

As soon as this report came out, it caused a strong reaction. In addition to the national TV station, many local TV and even webcast people rushed to the hospital.

The entire hospital was overcrowded for a while, and journalists holding interviews and videos with machines were everywhere.

If it wasn't for the investigation bureau's preparations, the entire hospital would have been flattened by these people.

But he still almost had a conflict with these people who were desperate to make money.

In the lobby of the hospital corridor, a young woman wearing a peaked cap and holding a camera frantically took pictures of this scene.

She wore a press card on her chest, and it seemed that there would be a new report about the conflict between the Bureau of Investigation agents and the journalists.

But the next second, her camera was taken away.

She looked up, and saw an oriental man with black eyes and black hair standing in front of her, just blocking the way between her and the gate.

Wearing a brown trench coat and a deer cap, the man looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes—except without the big pipe.

"I said, you really dare to come." He smiled, and then said to the person dressed as a detective next to him, "Come on, Galilee, let me introduce you, this lady is the one who killed Eve The murderer of the Lin family, oh, you also stole the ring, am I right?"

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