Chapter 10 Section 9 Preliminary Analysis

"So, what do you think?" "How about what?" "Of course it's about the case!" Carl replied angrily, "You can't have any opinion on it!" "Don't get excited, my friend! There are already some obvious clues here?" said our detective leisurely. "The French windows cannot be closed from the outside—there is not even a gap where a thin thread can be used." "So the killer has to go through the wing—unless they can lift the roof, or hide in that compartment?" Carl continued Wenzel, "but you just went in with Amy—apparently no one was there .”

"Actually, it's quite crowded in there: there's not even room to barely hide a person?" Wenzel added, "Before I checked the windows, I checked where the curtains were drawn, and where The more conspicuous features of the folds—those should be exactly the same as when I was last here: according to my always accurate memory of details, the possibility of entering through the windows is extremely remote." "As for the possibility of outsiders committing crimes?" "Although we can't make a conclusion until the results of the surveillance video come out, but judging from this situation? The murderer is very likely to be someone in the villa."

Wenzel suddenly remembered the complaining words that the host of the reception had said by chance when he was enjoying the gift wines just now—he took a look at the big wine cabinet: except for the bottle of "Hawala Club" that was now on the work surface of the bar. "Besides, it seems that other gift wines are still there as they are? The glass window is closed, and the tequila in it looks exactly the same as before. "Yeah, if there is a strange stranger passing through the side hall, it is impossible for the guests in the side hall to be completely unaware? Help me find two people who are a little more free immediately!", the black detective turned The head ordered the security guard, "Gather the guests who have stayed in the side hall from about 8:20 until now, and we will conduct further inquiries later." He turned and asked Wenzel, "It's 8:2 Ten? When you left the room with that mojito."

"Perhaps?" replied our detective. "I looked at my watch when Ms. Emma went to the hall—it was about eight-thirty then: would it be safer to set the limit earlier?" The security guard left, leaving only one person standing guard at the door—in fact, there were not many people left at the door: everyone dispersed, picked up their glasses again, and started talking, guessing, complaining, and sighing. From this murder case, "What do you think about that 'SOLL'?" "The opinion is probably the same as yours." Wenzel smiled, "However, I still have one question to confirm."

"I don't need it?" Carl understood the detective's statement, "but it's better to confirm it—the information I heard is not very reliable." "And after that?" Wenzel asked. "That's just the first step in the puzzle." "Has the second step been settled?" Our black inspector replied a little proudly, "May I keep it for a while?" He began to check the wine on the wine cabinet, "Of course you also specially What did you do--" He gestured to the small compartment where the sundries were placed with his eyes, "Aren't you going to tell me right away?"

"Each to each other?" Our detective was not too pleased with Carl's preoccupation. "It's just a little trick." "Until now," Carl brought up a new subject, "who were the obvious suspects?" "First of all, of course it was Mr. Sears," Wenzel recalled. "He did something weird when I first met John—looking back now, like he was jealous? He bumped me on purpose. Take a look: Of course, maybe I’m overthinking.” "No, he probably did it on purpose?" Carl said, "Many people say that their relationship is not good now-I guess anyone who speaks a few more words to John will cause Sears to hate him."

"Did they have a dispute at that time? This is the first point I doubt Mr. Sears." "The second point, of course, is that when we came over with Amy, that guy hurried over from the side hall and continued his bumping performance?" "That situation was a bit abnormal, but we didn't pay attention to it at the time." "Yeah! He was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, probably to get rid of some possible evidence? That's too obvious." Carl said, "In this case, let's call some security guards to arrest him directly— Otherwise, he might have a chance to escape."

"It would be better if he escaped - it's like writing 'I'm guilty' directly on the chest: maybe it's not that simple?" "You always like to complicate things!" Carl shrugged, "But it's okay—anyway, no one can escape: the one who insists on leaving is undoubtedly the most likely suspect, who can't be so stupid?" "The second suspect was the middle-aged man who interrupted my conversation with the host of the reception—at that time, I had just got that glass of mojito: no one would have thought that this would be called by John Baines. last glass of wine?"

"That's not likely!" Carl corrected, "Maybe he also mixed a drink for the murderer? You didn't check the bar just now—but, in order to facilitate the tracing work later, can you describe in detail What does that person look like?" "No need to describe?" Our detective gestured towards the door—a haggard and tense middle-aged man stood there, "This is the gentleman who has been standing there—you can come in, I have already Have you been paying attention to you for a long time?"