Two days later, John's body was discovered by the police.
It turned out that Mr.
Cat's reasoning was very accurate, accurate enough to make people doubt him.
The young police officer Amberley is a very capable man, but in this matter, he is completely lost.
The only reasonable explanation he can come up with in his mind is that Master Cat killed someone.
But this conclusion was immediately overturned by himself, because no common sense could support this seemingly correct reasoning.
As a result, Amberley changed his mind.
He believed that Mr.
Logan, a detective from the East, was actually an extraordinary and arrogant detective.
His impoliteness that day was obviously a sign of arrogance, but he was too impetuous to accept it.
It's just the fact that others are better than him.
After thinking about it this way, Amberley felt that everything made sense.
He decided to visit Lord Cat again, apologize for his actions, and humbly ask the god for some advice.
On September 25, London ushered in another cold and foggy afternoon.
Amberley walked to Master Cat's residence alone and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Wang Xu's voice came from inside the room.
Amberley walked into the house and saw Mr.
Atkinson playing with a strange bamboo scroll, which was filled with square characters that he could not understand.
"Hello, Mr.
Atkinson, I hope I haven't disturbed you.
Is Mr.
Logan here?"
Wang Xu said without raising his head: "He is handling a case.
He went out in the morning with a police officer named Henry Bart.
He didn't say when he would be back, but I think it will be soon.
You can wait here for a while.
If you don’t mind, I’d also welcome you to stay for a casual meal.”
Amberley looked a little disappointed, but he still said: "Thank you, I think I will just sit here and wait for him."
He sat on the sofa by himself, while Wang Xu was still busy with the matter at hand, concentrating on Amberley.
Li couldn't help but asked: "Will it cause any inconvenience to you if I stay here?"
Wang Xu was stunned for a moment.
He raised his head and smiled: "Oh, I'm really sorry.
I was a little too involved.
Of course there is no inconvenience.
In fact, I just wanted to take a break and find someone to chat."
He said The chapter on subduing demons was casually placed on the table.
Amberley saw that what he said was sincere and not like polite words, so she started chatting.
After a few words of greetings, Amberley asked about what she was interested in: "By the way, Mr.
Atkinson, you Mr.
Logan's assistant, do you know how he deduced that Tramp John had died that night?"
Wang Xu laughed and said, "I'm not sure about that.
He's a detective, and I'm just a handyman."
He immediately regretted these words, thinking that the longer he lived, the more he would go back.
What a tragedy At this moment, the conversation of two people came from the stairs.
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One of them was obviously Mr.
Cat, and Amberley quickly recognized the other's voice.
It was one of his colleagues, Henry Bart.
Until Mr.
Cat opened the door, Officer Bart was still nagging: "You can't just rely on conjecture as evidence."
Mr.
Cat yawned and said, "I'm too lazy to explain to you.
If you think it can't be used as evidence, just don't believe it and think of other ways."
Amberley stood up at this time and said: "Hello, Mr.
Logan, please forgive me for visiting.
I am here to apologize for being rude last time."
Mr.
Cat waved his hand and told him to sit down: "That's okay, Mr.
Amberley, you don't need to apologize.
You are a very good detective and a young man with a bright future.
By the way, why don't you come and advise you on this for me?"
Desperate colleague."
He pointed at Bart who was chattering behind him.
"Oh" Bart rolled his eyes helplessly.
Amberley said: "Mr.
Bart, can you tell me what this is about?"
Bart replied: "Amberley, you are here just in time.
Listen to me, what happened is this.
Last night, the Harty Brothers store on Highland Street was burglarized.
Kumu Harty reported the case in the early morning.
He was sleeping on the second floor of the store when the incident occurred.
Because the thief made a lot of noise, he grabbed a cane and rushed downstairs, but the other party seemed to have noticed him, so he ran away immediately.
Several police officers on the night shift and I were dragged to the scene by Hattie before dawn.
Originally, I thought this would be a very ordinary case.
But guess what, when we walked into the store, we saw something incredible.
It was an incredible scene.
All the stolen things were returned and everything in the store was put back into place.
There was no trace of being stolen.
If it weren't for the broken store door, I would have almost thought it was haha.
Dee is fooling us. " Mr.
Cat closed the door at this time and ran to sit on the armchair by the window.
It was his favorite seat, but he only looked dismissive of Bart's narration.
Amberley showed considerable interest and confusion, and asked: "Can you be more specific?"
Bart nodded and said: "According to Kumu Hattie's description, he felt very tired after eating dinner last night, so he went to bed very early.
It was his brother Lester Hattie who was responsible for closing, and then his brother went to bed.
He went to a certain tavern to fool around, and it wasn't until noon today that someone found Lester, who was drunk and in a puddle in a back alley.
I originally suspected that this incident was a prank played by his drunkard brother and a few bad friends, but last night there were countless drunkards who could provide him with an alibi, including of course a relatively sober bartender.
So my investigation came to a deadlock.
Kumhadi said that when he rushed downstairs last night, the house was in a mess.
Almost every place had been turned upside down, and all the financial items that could be taken away were stolen.
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After sweeping it all away, he didn't care about the broken door lock and rushed to the police station to report the crime.
He thought there should be nothing worth stealing in the store, unless someone wanted to go upstairs and take away the bedding from his bedroom.
From the time he reported the crime to the time we arrived, it only took about twenty minutes to go back and forth.
You know, the two things Hattie sells in the store are large items.
My brother makes plaster busts for people, and my brother is a carpenter who makes cabinets.
This is not something that can be easily returned to its place in a short period of time.
It requires at least three strong adult men to do it.
Tell me, who would rush to a store to steal and then come back to clean it up?
What’s even more bizarre is that even the drawers that were messed up were sorted out, even more tidy and orderly than before, and the stolen money was returned. . " Amberley turned to look at Mr.
Cat, and then asked Bart: "So you came to ask Mr.
Logan for advice?"
Bart said: "Yes, I heard that he is currently the best private detective in London, so I came to ask him to provide some advice."
His next words seemed to be for Mr.
Cat: "So I asked Mr.
Logan Please go to the scene.
At first, he checked every place very carefully and asked some questions.
Unexpectedly, after reading it, he immediately He immediately told me that this extremely boring case was over.
He also told me that the prisoner was a customer of Hardy Brothers' store.
He was a high-ranking official and had been at the scene of the crime last night.
I just wanted to find it.
For a person who meets the above conditions, confirm that he has no alibi and the case can be closed immediately. " Amberley thought for a while and tried to connect the clues in his mind.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get the result of Mr.
Cat's reasoning no matter what.
He had to say: "Okay, Mr.
Logan, I don't know how you did it."
You do it, just like in John's case, you always have the magic to say the answer directly."
Mr.
Cat replied disdainfully: "That's nonsense.
Only Conan can magically string together completely unrelated evidence to get the answer.
My reasoning is very rigorous and scientific, but it just looks like leapfrogging thinking to ordinary people." ” Amberley looked confused: "Is Conan also a detective?
What a strange name."
Bart interjected: "I do know that there is a budding detective novelist named Conan Doyle recently."
Mr.
Cat said: "I think you saw his work in last year's 1887 Beaton Christmas Annual.
In fact, this is the only detective novel published by Mr.
Conan Doyle so far.
I am also very optimistic about him.
If you Interested in collecting If so, I think a novel signed by him will have room for exponential appreciation in the future.
But the Conan I just mentioned is someone else.
You don’t need to worry about who he is.
You just need to know that the inference I made is Right, that's enough."
Bart said: "Oh, that's enough.
I can't just rely on your conclusive imagination to search the mansion of a dignitary.
Do you know why?
Because if I go back to the police station with your inference, I will only get A mockery, not a search warrant."
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He put on his hat, saluted Amberley, nodded to the other two people in the room, and left the room angrily.
After he left, Amberley said: "Please forgive him, he is a good police officer, but he is very rigid in doing things and doesn't know how to be flexible."
Mr.
Cat sneered twice: "So our young Amberley has become the police chief responsible for homicide cases, while Bart, who has passed his forties, is still dealing with small cases like burglary."
Wang Xu said to him in Chinese: "Don't be too mean when you speak, your image is already very bad."
Amberley just smiled at Mr.
Cat's words.
In his heart, Mr.
Logan was a decent gentleman except for his perverse temper.
He changed the subject and said, "Actually, today, besides having to worry about what happened last time, Apologize, there is a new case and I would like to ask for your opinion
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