Demon Sage Chapter 18

Maybe you should buy a pair of sunglasses.

Donald has been thinking about this matter since he activated his spiritual vision ability for the first time. His ability has a dominant factor, and it is not easy to use it casually. With a pair of sunglasses, there is a barrier to cover, and he can have a room to deal with it.

The words were divided. From the first step into the Ratcatcher's shop, Donald quietly sprinkled some tracking powder on the ground without letting the other two people see it.

seeing is believing.

This sentence cannot be said to be absolutely correct. After all, sometimes what the eyes see may be an illusion, but at the moment Donald still trusts his new ability and this tracing powder. Are there any signs of rodent activity on the ground?

The conclusion is... yes, but not much!

While walking out beside Sherlock, Donald's eyes kept lingering on the ground where the tracing powder had been sprinkled. The mouse footprints did exist, coming and going, twisting and turning, but there were only a few horizontal and vertical lines, not so much a group of mice. The traces of activity, it is better to say that it is the visit of foreign mice in the dead of night.

Judging from this clue alone, the rat catcher should not be suspicious. After all, if he really controlled a large number of mice, there is no reason why this would be the case on the ground.

"It's best not to go out for the past two days. We may also come to you. Of course, I will prepare a reward next time I come."

After learning the important information, Sherlock walked briskly. He had the address of the plumber in his hand. He believed that the case would soon turn around. Donald finally retracted his gaze and closed the shop door.

The footsteps faded away, and the Ratcatcher lifted his hunched body up and sat on the wooden chair behind him.

"Those who should have come didn't come, but two who shouldn't have come... It doesn't matter, these two ordinary people can come this far, proving that the hands and tails before are not clean enough, those guys are probably more It's hard to deal with, it's time to change places."

He raised his fingers and tapped on the tabletop, took out a piccolo from the drawer under the worktable, put it in his mouth, and blew it gently. There were dozens of iron cages in front of him, and there was no more noise.

This time, seeing is also false!

"The plumber laid out his own plan in Abel's house in the name of repairing the pipe. It must be the case. He first found out the condition of the pipe in Abel's house, and then arranged for the mouse he controlled to come in and steal through the mouse hole. In this way, it is useless to have a hundred locks on the front door."

After leaving the Bangli District, Sherlock shared his views, while Donald touched his stomach. The pointer on the pocket watch indicated 3:30 pm.

Pulling open the curtains next to the carriage, the sunlight outside is still blazing, but it also has a tendency to flourish and decline, and dusk will soon come.

"I haven't eaten lunch yet. Do I need to find a place to buy some?"

"Wait until the prisoner is caught and eat a big meal. Now keep your stomach."

Donald was a little hungry, but Sherlock had no idea of ​​stopping to rest.

The place where the plumber lived was not a short distance from the Bangli District, and it took nearly twenty minutes to stop at the street where he was.

For an ordinary house, this time Sherlock went up to knock on the door first, and didn't wait too long, and soon a little girl came out to open the door.

"Is Mr. Searle at home?"

"Yes, my parents are at home."

The little girl's answer confirmed the location of the plumber, that is, Searle.

"We have something to look for your father, it's about work, can you tell him for us and let him come out?"

In any case, the little girl has no guilt. Calling Serge outside, even if something bad happens, it won't leave a shadow on the child.

"Donald, do you feel something is wrong?"

When the little girl entered the door again, Sherlock suddenly asked without looking back.

"Yeah! It's the smell of grilled sausages!"

The family is preparing dinner, and the smell of meat is sensitive to Donald, who has eaten bread for two days.

Of course, this is just a little bit of humor. Donald knows what Sherlock wants to express. If this is the plumber's home, then as a potential thief suspect, where does he control the rat?

There is no doubt that mice are no less than some ferocious beasts to women and children. Let a group of mice pass by in front of their daughters and wives with a pile of jewelry?

The screams are estimated to be able to knock the roof off, and nothing can be hidden by then.

It would be a little troublesome to say that he was controlled in some secret place outside. If you catch him, it does not mean that you can ask the treasure location, and as long as they do not have clear evidence of Searle's control of mice, the latter All they have to do is deny everything, and they'll have nothing to do with him.

No stolen goods, no evidence, they are not the police station, they can apply for a search warrant and take them back for a slow trial. Private investigators have no right to arrest others. Their role can only be to find the murderer and arrest or arrest them on the premise of solid evidence. is to kill.

Note the premise: the evidence is conclusive!

"Two gentlemen, do you have a job looking for me?"

Serge appeared at the door, and upon seeing his first glance, Donald's eyes froze.

The plumber in front of him was wearing work clothes that he hadn't had time to take off, with some stains on his hands and cheeks.

With simple and honest faces, they smiled embarrassedly when they saw the clean and tidy two people, and hid their dirty hands back.

This is the thief who controlled a large group of rats to steal most of Abel's warehouse jewelry?

"Mr. Searle, we are private investigators, and we are currently investigating Mr. Abel's home... A watch was stolen. We noticed that you entered Mr. Abeltian's house a few days ago. May I ask where you are? What did he do at home?"

Sherlock spoke very fast, obviously, he realized something.

"I didn't steal anything. The pipe in Mr. Erb's kitchen was blocked that day and asked me to repair it. I promise I just repaired the water pipe!"

Serge was a little nervous, and the word order didn't match.

"And then? Regarding the pipeline, have you widened the pipeline?"

"Yes, I did widen the sewage pipes in Mr. Abel's house."

To admit it so easily...

Sherlock's face is not very good-looking. The widening of the pipeline is the key point of the case. It is the channel for the mouse to sneak in. And Searle admits so easily that there is a high possibility that he does not know the meaning of this matter at all!

"Who told you to widen the pipeline at that time? Didn't you clear the blockage? Why do you need to do this?"

"It was a rat catcher. I remember very clearly. At that time, a dead rat was found in the sewage pipe. It was the pipe it blocked. He said that if the pipeline was not expanded, there might be mice that would get in and block it, and then Mr. Abel asked me to expand the pipeline, and it took three pipes to complete it."

Oops, I was deceived!

This plumber is simply a smoke bomb thrown at them by the rat catcher, deliberately using words to guide them to think in this direction.

The entry of the mice did depend on the sewage pipes expanded by the plumbers, but it was the rat catchers who contributed to this!

"What was the Ratcatcher doing when you were fixing the pipes?"

"He? He carried some tools and set up iron cages around the house.... I really only dredged and widened the pipes, and left after I finished. It doesn't matter to me that things are stolen."

Searle was still very concerned about being treated as a thief, and kept repeating himself to clarify.

"Understood, thank you for your cooperation, Donald, let's go."

At this time, there is no time to explain anything. The most important thing is to catch the criminal. The rat catcher deliberately concealed his behavior. Based on this alone, he can almost determine his identity.

"Damn it, the criminal was deceived the first time he handled the case... Now think about it, he didn't answer my question before, but asked me back directly, which is to seize the initiative of the discourse and let us follow his lead. The rhythm of the conversation was slow, and I was unknowingly led to the problem of the pipeline. This is terrible. The actions of the two of us just now shocked the snake. He lied to us. When the two of us leave, it will definitely be transferred immediately. Now we can only hope that we can make it in time. ...Sir, can you hurry up, it's about Mr. Abel's jewelry!"

"This is your first time accepting a commission?"

Staring at Sherlock's mature and capable face with vicissitudes of life, Donald only felt a toothache, and began to wonder if there was something wrong with his eyesight.

The vicissitudes of life, the sullen beard, the lean temperament... Such a face, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a time-tested old-fashioned detective, but he is actually a newcomer.

This is good, one is a new detective, and the other is a "amnesiac" who has just passed through the world not long ago. He has little knowledge of the customs of this world. He is also a cunning and cunning old man with a hunchback to criminals.

The brave man didn't even fight the slime, he went straight into the Demon King's Castle...

"Sherlock, I don't think you need to be too sad. Don't you think our case handling process is a bit tortuous, but now we have also successfully identified the thief? How could it be faster than us as ordinary police officers? We just have some experience. It's lacking, and the mousetrap took advantage of it."

Annoyed, annoyed, he should blow it up, otherwise his boss would be ashamed and angry. After all, he swore in the car just now that he had found the murderer.

In fact, what Donald said was not wrong. This case was handled by a normal police officer. If nothing else, Donald dared to guarantee that the mouse stole jewelry, which the ordinary police would never have imagined.

This is not a matter of being smart or not, but a mindset, just like we never think about the water glass talking or the cat jumping up and punching ourselves (there are still some scratches).

The Ratcatcher also didn't expect that there would be two stunned youths who would fight with him in the arena.

Coincidentally, Donald happened to have the ability of spiritual vision and Sherlock also had tracing powder on him. Otherwise, it would be unrealistic to trace it so quickly.

Chapter end