Chapter 21 Chapter 20 A Dispute Between Friends

"What are you doing here?" Karl broke away from Wenzel's hand and shouted at him obviously very angrily, "Are you crazy??" "You forgot Arwen Blanche!" Wenzel's voice was also very angry - completely different from when he was in the side hall just now.He glanced at the place where John was just now: the body was no longer there, only a human figure surrounded by white lines, with several standing plates marked with numbers beside it, and a careless policeman who might have forgotten it. There, a scale reference ruler used when taking pictures on the spot.

A police officer guarding the scene has already retreated knowingly, and he carefully closed the door. "She's not important," Carl's voice softened a little, "think about it, she might have left the villa emotionally after learning of Sears' death. She? Maybe it happened that she wasn't caught by our People saw - she just left like that, and went to find a place to calm down. My friend, girls are not so fragile now - she should not kill herself?" "You don't understand me at all," Wenzel sighed heavily, "Who do you think is the murderer?", he asked.

"August is dead." Karl replied immediately, "This is the only possibility." "I knew you would think so?" Our detective shook his head, "Listen to me, Carl, the most important thing now is to find Ya Wen, otherwise, you will only go further wrong." "I was wrong? Huh?" Carl shook his head in disbelief, and glanced at John's wine cabinet, "I have already got the most reasonable explanation, how ridiculous you would say that?" Zhong glanced out at the garden—it was too dark to see anything. "What you get is just an appearance, a trap left on purpose - the murderer is planning to confuse you like that," Wenzel explained, "Even, there are some places that even the murderer doesn't know?"

"Huh? Don't always think that you are smarter than me," Carl murmured, "You must think so in your heart—'That guy Carl is wrong again', am I right?", the detective Chang sneered. "I've never thought of it like this!" Wenzel was surprised by Carl's statement—he never thought that this friend would say this, "Carl, I have always only valued evidence, and you are not Know?", he thought for a moment, and then said, "I just think you're being a little arbitrary this time?" "Arbitrary? You call me arbitrary?" Carl interrupted his friend roughly, "Isn't it the first day you met me?"

"I know you hate that word—yes, you've paid a price for presumption and arbitrariness. Jiegler told me that, back in Dr. Gelt's case. But—you are a person who pays attention to full evidence." Wenzel tried to calm down the anger of this friend, "Maybe you drank too much today, so you made such a hasty decision?" (Author's Note: Please refer to the article for the quotation of this passage) "Too much to drink? Huh, okay? Detective Wenzel, tell me, what did I do wrong? What is my point? The decision seems hasty?" Carl said with some anger. "You should wait for the results of the on-site fingerprint report, wait for the correct handwriting identification summary instead of just trusting an empirical judgment; you should investigate the source of the murder weapon in detail, reconstruct the path and eliminate possible traps; you should pay attention to the missing person first, Do not give any chance to possible accidents; you should focus on analyzing the relationship between important suspects, investigate their backgrounds, and list several possibilities. You should not look for clues through assumptions without examining the authenticity of this assumption; Shouldn't be jumping to conclusions prematurely; shouldn't be standing in one or two places and dreaming; shouldn't be pushing Auguste Donado?"

"You mean I killed August? Tsk, if he wasn't the murderer, there's no need to run away." "You didn't have a good understanding of his mood at that time? Think about it, his own brother was just killed, he was regarded as the most important suspect by the police, his check was still hidden in the sole of his shoe, everything was in jeopardy. It's not good for him? He knows: everyone thinks he's the murderer, and that makes him frightened, and makes him make up his mind to rush to that piece of glass?" "Enough!", Carl was really angry, "I don't have any good mood left today-why do you always teach others what to do? What should I do, what should I not do? I am the detective The long time is not shorter than the time you opened a detective agency! You have no right to say that to me!!"

"I know your reasoning, you can tell them now - and then, I'll tell you why your reasoning is completely wrong because of what tiny evidence?" Our detective ignored Carl's accusation , still trying to reconcile with this old friend in his own way, "My friend, I would rather believe that alcohol stimulated your emotions and made you what you are now?" "Hmph, a joke—let me tell the truth again: it's alcohol that makes me dare to speak out my true thoughts." Karl seemed to hesitate, paused, and then said in the loudest voice, "Okay, I admit - I hate bold assumptions as much as I hate you!", he turned to open the door of the master's room, "I'll just call everyone in and tell them the truth as I know it - and that's what happened The only thing you know: the only explanation, not the whims you put forward? Unfounded whimsy: although I don’t know what you are thinking, it’s just ridiculous!!”

The black detective opened the door and shouted to the people outside the side hall: "Please come in, everyone. We just discussed and decided to announce the truth of the case." He squeezed out a little joyful voice, "This case has been satisfactorily resolved!" The people who had just heard the quarrel in the master's room and didn't know what to do, heard the good news from Karl, and the atmosphere suddenly became active. They walked into the master's room one after another, and Taphne glanced at her boss worriedly. Wenzel smiled at her, but she knew it right away—the smile was forced.

Needless to say, Taphne walked to his side and quietly held his hand. Amy hid aside and snickered: she knew that this afternoon tea friend must have blushed again. Lady Emma was the last to go in—so she didn't see the scene. quite lucky.