Chapter 2 Introduction to Section 1

"My God? Hey! Wenzel, what are you doing? Why are you holding my hand? Where are you taking me? That? Taphne is outside. If you do this again, I will scream!" " At this moment, the beautiful female anchorwoman of the TV station and Taphne's close friend, being held by our detectives, is walking towards the narrow compartment next to a newly discovered corpse lying in a pool of blood—the door has been closed. Pushed away by the detective. Hearing what Amy said, Wenzel smiled, turned his face, put his fingers to his lips, and made a "please keep quiet" gesture to our panicked and flushed female anchor:

"What if you don't want to be heard by the murderer? Amy, I just want to borrow something from you - doesn't Taphne have that thing?" Amy's face turned even redder, but the detective ignored it—he pulled the female anchor who had stopped talking into the room, and the door closed as if he heard a strange voice from here just now. A few guests who were not many at all gathered around——Karl Neuner, the black detective we are familiar with, had to stand up from the corpse and walk to the only entrance of the master's room to stop those Watchers come in and wreak havoc.

"God knows what this guy is thinking." Carl glanced at the door of the cubicle where our detective is now, and then at the corpse on the ground, shaking his head, "I hope it's related to the case, right? ", he thought so. John Baines, a well-known wine taster in the Hauser District, is of course not only good at the appreciation and identification of tequila, but those funny ethanol lovers are used to calling him "Tequila Master". ’—indeed, because of his collection of more than a hundred bottles of tequila: a vaunted collection that eclipses his wine and whiskey accomplishments.But in any case, Mr. John this time took "winning the title of the best wine taster in Liberty City in 2006" as the reason for holding this wine party—and that was an award with the theme of red wine.Therefore, we may guess that the reason for holding this reception should be somewhat dissatisfied with the "Tequila Master" himself.

It's a pity that the city's wine tasting committee has not set up a selection for the "Best Tequila Collector Title", otherwise, the host of the reception may hold a completely different reception: maybe it will be a Mexican bar style-in that case, the host will sit around Among the guests, while serving Chipotle BBQ and drinking spicy tequila, this case would not have happened. Yes, as I said, John was lying in a pool of blood at this moment - obviously the sharp paper knife (author's note: the paper knife mentioned here is not the usual, An engineering paper knife with a thin replaceable blade, but a dagger-shaped knife that is often used to open letters. The blade is long and sharp, and sometimes beautiful patterns and family crests are engraved-in the Middle Ages often seen in the style of the study) ended his life.Although this is already a fatal injury (before the arrival of the forensic doctor, we don’t know how many times the murderer stabbed—maybe only one knife; maybe after cutting his clothes, there were several irregular cuts inside at the same time, still steaming blood), but it was better than a throat-slit knife and a bullet piercing his temple—John, who was lying on his back in a pool of blood, could still get behind the murderer (by then he must have no In the short time when he was completely unconscious, he dipped his left index finger in his own blood and wrote "SOLL" on the side of his thigh. word.

"Of course we don't know why he did it." Carl checked John's carotid artery, then shook his head at Wenzel, "He probably didn't have the strength to write the murderer's full name—probably initials , maybe a hint, maybe a last word or something else?" "A death message," said our detective, "but maybe?" Our detective fell silent - he seemed to have found something on the body. "Maybe what?" Carl cast his eyes on Wenzel strangely - Wenzel was looking at Amy at this time, to be precise, looking at her face intently. The innocent lady who was perhaps the first to find the body was a little uncomfortable with the detective's odd gaze:

"Oh? It's okay, I'm better now." She interpreted this look as her friend's concern for her - after all, seeing a murdered body is not something to be happy about. Wenzel no longer looked at Amy's face at this time, and he didn't seem to listen to Amy's comforting words just now - the detective strode towards Amy, but at the same time turned He turned to Carl and said: "Don't let anyone in now, my friend!" He smiled mysteriously, "Otherwise, we won't be able to take advantage of this golden opportunity." He took Amy's hand