Chapter 19 Session 18 live replay

"So, what about Sears?" Carl asked, "Have you never seen him until today's reception?" "Exactly, except for some hearsay - he just came back early last year, and then, it seems, he went back to Akwawit first? But Bytom is dead and no one is going to take him. He seems to be with John lived together for a while, specifically, I don't know much about their recent feud?" "I know this better?" The half-drunk Emma smiled triumphantly, and continued in a drunken tone, "According to the information I have, Sears—he first planned to be self-reliant, but no one wanted to ask He: It is said that the bar kung fu he learned in Germany is completely useless here. The wine tasting skills should be due to the lack of fame and the slightest social relationship, so it is impossible to get any use? Some people say His level is very average, ha, I guess, he has learned nothing for many years except being busy with John, and he has almost forgotten the original technology-he was originally a child prodigy, but Completely ruined? Haha." (Author's note: If Miss Emma can say this--then, I will let her use "sorry like hurting Zhong Yong" to evaluate (laughs)) Hearing this, Heiner lowered his head in pain.In order to prevent the drunken lady from saying anything she shouldn't say, Pressman who was beside the old man hurriedly shouted to her:

"Emma Hessel, you're drunk, lie down next to your husband! Me and Clew holding you?" This was originally a well-intentioned remark, but it was heard as irony by this lady who was already in a trance: "I'm drunk? Ha, stop joking, it's hard to get drunk after drinking Cuba Liberty?" She took another sip, "Besides, I haven't finished my words yet!? For John, he first put his An old acquaintance would be nice to keep at home--but you know, they've been apart for a while? Men, especially John's: he's got all sorts of nasty traits in him! Capriciousness and treachery are just a couple of them-- In the few years when Sears was not around, it is said that he had a male model? Hey, maybe there are a few self-righteous female models?" She cast her meaningful eyes on Jenny who was standing aside, and the corner of her mouth Raised a contemptuous smile.

"You? What nonsense are you talking about! I didn't have anything to do with that dead man!!", the beautiful model hurriedly argued. It's a pity that this kind of guilty justification can only be described more and more black? Fortunately, the topic does not choose to stop here. "But what else does he have to do with that hypocritical sense of responsibility?" Emma continued as if Jenny had never spoken, "He didn't officially break up with Sears, as far as I know , not even to this day?" "Maybe, they are planning to break up today?" Taphne said.

"But August wrecked everything!" said our Negro Inspector, "this hard-hearted brother?" "Story time is over!" Wenzel took away Ms. Emma's glass of wine and handed her a glass of soda—she muttered, but took a sip of water honestly, "We can talk about what happened today Is it gone?" "Just ask quickly?" Miss Esther looked at her watch and exclaimed in surprise, "It's been so long!" "Okay? Has anyone seen a 'woman with long curly red hair'?" Wenzel asked. "Oh, that description was given by me." Captain Harling raised his hand, "I saw her standing by the window, alone—so I went over to say hello to her, but she wasn't very Talk to me, I had to leave and start chatting with Mr Khamis."

"We are both interested in military topics, so we hit it off," Khamis added. "Window, which direction is the window facing? Is it facing the gate, or can it go out to the garden?" Wenzel pointed to the windows on both sides. "This side of the garden." The captain answered immediately. "And I saw someone like that at the autograph?" Pressman recalled. "She seemed to come with Sears, and they were signing autographs, right in front of me." "Mr. Heiner didn't even say hello to Sears?" Taphne said, "It seems a bit strange—even if we deliberately didn't contact each other for a long time, but we met by chance on a formal occasion, out of politeness, we should still say hello." Say hello?"

"Clu and I came later - there are still some things to deal with in the winery today, so we didn't arrive until after six o'clock." "Doesn't the winery have Sundays?" Amy exclaimed. "That's good news?" "So that's Sears' new girlfriend?" Emma took a sip of soda and frowned, "I heard it's a beautiful German girl, and she's very young? They say they're a good match." Yes, it's really a pity?" "Can anyone provide a clue of the time of her stay? Fragments are also okay?" Wenzel continued to ask.

"I saw her at about eight o'clock, when the church bells rang," the captain recalled. "After that, huh? After you found out what happened to John, Khamis and I went to see her." After a while, when I wanted to get a glass of wine, I saw that she was watching from a little distance away, and she seemed a little anxious?" "What time?" "About a little past nine, the church bells had just rung—five minutes or so, I think." "Then?" "Not anymore. By the way, I asked her name - she said her name was Arwen Blanchett, a nice name."

"That's the name!" Miss Emma said with certainty, "This is the rumored girlfriend of Sears." "I haven't seen this Arwen?" said Jenny, "it is obvious that I have been facing the direction of the villa's gate, and it happens to be by the window, which is exactly the opposite of what the captain said-even if there are people there. Now, I can't see it either." "Then, Miss Jenny's chat partner can only be Miss Esther." Wenzel turned his gaze to Esther, "Unless we still missed some people." "That's right, I'm the one chatting with Jenny?" The female sommelier from another city answered with her head bowed.

"Then you should have seen clearly what happened by the garden window," Wenzel said. "Actually?" Esther explained with some embarrassment, "I'm nearsighted, and I've left my glasses in my handbag in the locker—I don't think good eyesight should be used at a reception." The place." "Don't you need to find someone and chat with him?" Taphne asked strangely. "It's always someone else who finds me." "Don't you wear contact lenses?" Amy rubbed her eyes, "They are actually very convenient?"

"I'm allergic to that stuff. I've tried it, but I can't get used to it." "Anyway, can you stand where you were chatting with Jenny?" Wenzel obviously planned to repeat the scene. "certainly." About ten seconds later, Esther walked to the place where she was standing when she was chatting with Jenny before the incident. "Very good. Recall your mood at that time, imagine that Miss Jenny is in front of you, you are looking at her face, or talking about something, or listening to the other person's conversation - don't deliberately focus on this Direction? Surely it would be best if you had been focusing here, outside of the conversation, at the time?"

There was a burst of laughter from everyone, and Jenny looked at our detective with some annoyance—however, he didn't seem to notice: "Ready?" he asked Miss Esther. "I think so?", she replied. Wenzel turned his head and whispered to Inspector Roth who was doing nothing aside: "Now, you go out through that open window, slowly." Rott complied. "Miss Esther, did you notice someone was out?" "Not at all!", she replied. "Now, then, focus on that window, and look again." Then the detective purposely yelled out the window: "Tafni, you can come in!" Rott, who didn't know where he was, poked his head in. Captain Harlem, who was very close to the door, took two steps forward and dragged him in. "Did you see Taphne come in?" Wenzel asked Esther. "I can vaguely see it. Well, I can see it? Miss Taphne," Esther replied seriously, "It seems that someone gave her a hand." "So, who is pulling her?" Wenzel continued to ask. "The man's movements were too fast, and he didn't have time to see clearly." "Okay, you can come back." Taphne sneaked up behind her boss and pinched him hard. Everyone present laughed, only Esther who just came over was still in the dark: "What are you laughing at?" "Nothing?" Wenzel explained. "I'm just trying to emphasize to everyone—protecting eyesight is very important." Hearing this, everyone laughed again. At this time, the butler Geiger just came back, and he handed a whole box of letters to Ince: "As far as the letters written by Sears are concerned, only these can be found for the time being," he said to the crowd's exclamation, "there may be some in the utility room-but I can't find them now. Might have to wait until tomorrow morning." "That's enough," Ince, dumbfounded, took the box—the weight almost overwhelmed him, "To be honest, it seems a bit too much?" "Enough to create a 'Sears Donado school'," Taphne quipped. The housekeeper Geiger seemed to have discovered something: he walked to the French window, lifted a corner of the curtain on the floor, and said to himself with some complaints: "Tsk, there is a plastic kitchen bowl left here, such an oversight? I'll take it back right away." He reached out to pick it up. "Don't do it!" Wenzel hurried over to stop him, "I've been looking for this thing!" Carl walked over, glanced at the rather large empty plastic bowl, and asked with some doubts: "Is there any important clue on this?" "Send someone over to take fingerprints first!" Wenzel replied to his friend, "When you need this clue, I will naturally tell it." (Author's note: This kind of large plastic bowl used in the kitchen is very common in European families, and is often used when mixing salads: the salad that is mixed at one time is very large, enough for seven or eight people.) He slyly Smiling, Taphne also smiled. They all know what's going on.