Just as London is London, Paris is Paris, and Belfast is Belfast.

In October 2010, Officer Pris, who was investigating the homicide in Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland, commissioned me to go to Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland to investigate the homicide.

Belfast was shrouded in the rainy season, and the mist on the street could not be dissipated. The train slowly stopped beside the platform, and I followed the crowds who got off the bus to the platform to truly get in touch with this Northern Ireland architectural style.

Northern Ireland architecture.

Officer Pris and Detective Lu Li waved to me not far away.

"Detective Mu Su, long time no see." Officer Pris, who had not seen for a long time, took off his woolen cap and said that he had not seen for a long time.

Detective Lu Li sighed because of my arrival: "The last time I saw you."

"Put it aside if you are polite and tell me the trouble you are in." I walked up to them and put down my heavy suitcase.

"Okay. Micklos Blevins is a standard Irish guy. He is alcoholic and rosacea, and has some connection with the local gang because his family members are the mistress of a gang boss. So he often brings two

A follower wandered around, just two days ago he was found dead at No. 23, Sailors' block, and then "

I interrupted Officer Pris's story and looked at Detective Lu Li with dark eyes: "No. 23, Sailor Block, isn't that at No. 23, Sailor Block?"

"Yes, it's No. 23, Sailors' Block."

Officer Pris explained bitterly: "So that's why Detective Lu Li is here too...We found Mick's body and Mick's gun who killed Mick in his detective agency."

"It seems that Mick chose to commit suicide in Lu Li's detective agency. I think I can go back." I was about to return to the platform.

"Remember? This is a murder." Priss said the case was not that simple, and led us into the police car and drove towards the Sailors block.

The classic old song "Just Around" was played on the radio, and Priss became silent because he couldn't listen to the song while driving while listening to the song.

The police car stopped in front of the townhouse surrounding the cordon. Officer Pris waved to the passing cafe waiter, "Come on a cup of coffee." He took us through the cordon raised by the murder scene and entered the murder scene.

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The faded floor painted white lines representing the outline of the dead, and the tables, chairs and bookshelf collapsed in a mess, like a storm that had raged but the scattered debris were swept together.

"Oh my god... the scene was destroyed..." Officer Pusius asked Anna who stayed in the detective agency: "What the hell is going on?"

"Cleaning has come and cleaned the floor." Anna placed the broom behind the door.

Pusius pointed painfully around the white line contour: "Where is the bloodstain?"

"Wipe it together."

Anna hung the rag with dirty blood on her hands.

"It's okay, we still have it." Officer Putius, who looked at the windowsill, suddenly couldn't make any sound.

The windowsill was covered with mud and water, covering up all traces.

"It was drizzling in the morning," Anna said.

"Okay, it seems that we can't use any clues. Two famous detectives start from scratch... This will make this interesting case interesting, right?" Officer Pusius didn't think they couldn't solve the case.

I placed my suitcase next to the clothes hanger and squatted around the white line outline to search carefully.

Officer Pusius asked me what I was doing. "Look for clues." I replied while slashing the floor with my fingertips, gently matte the uneven old floor: "The clues will only be left to those who found the clues, and the time of the incident was

when?"

“Near nine o'clock in the evening.”

I walked over the white line outline to the window. There were usually people living on the first floor of this kind of building on the street, and there were people living on the second floor: "The people who didn't sleep at that time must be still awake. What did they hear?"

Officer Pris said: "Yes. Neighbors nearby said that they heard noises and fighting sounds from the detective agency that night, and then everything came to an abrupt sound of gunfire. The nearby police station rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

I found the messed up detective agency and Mick's body. The windows were broken, and footprints were everywhere, and all the cash on Mick's body was gone. If it weren't for the damn cleaning, you would have seen these."

"The real detective is a real detective because he is a real detective." I left the window and lifted the heavy suitcase next to the hanger: "I confirm that this is a robbery and murder case, Officer Pusius

, please send me back to the station."

At this time, footsteps came from the corridor outside the door, and the waiter appeared at the door with coffee: "Hello, whose coffee?"

"My." Officer Pris said as he walked past me to catch the coffee, "Don't worry, Detective Musu, the case is not that simple, because the case is not that simple. Well? Why are you still here?"

The waiter at the door replied: "Coffee money, plus tips and delivery fees and tips are a total of £17, Mr. 80p."

"What... do you know we are dealing with a case?" Priss, who was blowing the foam on the strong coffee, was stunned.

The waiter chewing gum casually glanced around: "It's not my business, so the police officer planned to buy things and not pay for it?"

Lu Li took out a stack of cash from his pocket and found change for him.

"I wish you will not be arrested by the guy who can't find the murderer around you to be the murderer." The waiter muttered and left.

"Damn it, who are we dealing with the case to protect?" Officer Priss shouted at his back, and then complained to Lu Li: "You shouldn't give him money, but your habit of bringing cash is just like that dead

It's like a missed ball."

"Maybe the murderer is Lu Li." I eased the atmosphere for Officer Pris' stinginess.

"Haha, good joke, Detective Lu Li is our police's right-hand assistant."

Officer Pusius, laughing, pointed at Anna and picked up the Glock pistol he held: "That's why I said this is not an ordinary case. The fingerprints of the gun were wiped cleanly, and ordinary thieves would not be so careful.

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Lu Li took the pistol from Anna with plastic gloves and handed it to me for inspection. As Officer Putius said, the murderer did not leave any fingerprints.

Officer Pusius sighed and said, "Detective Musu, if you can't even help you, we can only give our destiny to fate."

As a famous detective, I didn't give up easily and asked, "What were you doing when Lu Li, Anna, Mick came to the detective agency?"

"Kill him."

Anna's voice sounded calmly.

Her clear eyes reflected the sad Lu Li.

More than ten minutes later, a red and blue mist flashed and carried Anna away from the Sailors block.
Chapter completed!