I quickly turned to the special special issue at the end. As expected, the first author listed in the author column was myself. Although Annick considered himself to be a second-rate dealer, he still felt small when he saw that Mr. Detective of the Classical Literature Society could also appear in regular magazines and newspapers.

The little one farted.

This Miss Rose's writing style is better than mine. Not only is her grammar fluent, she also polishes her simple concepts a lot.

"I think she should be considered the first author."

Annick sighed inwardly.

"Ahem, you kid has been missing for so long. I thought you were poisoned too. It turns out you came up to see the most beautiful jewel in Bruguet's crown."

A burst of joking interrupted Annick's immersion.

"Mr. Spencer, are you here? I'm just waiting here for Eggsburg University to send someone to deal with Deidara's matter. By the way, take a look at the magazine. By the way, this book also introduces gems? This is not a current affairs book.

ah."

"You've put it on, the most beautiful gem is on the cover, but it's a bit difficult for you. You can't reach high places unless you become a demigod before you turn thirty. In this way, the royal family will consider you when they see your potential.

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Annick became more and more confused as he listened. He closed the magazine and looked at the cover.

I only saw a girl with a crown on her head, big clear eyes, a delicate little face, and cherry-like lips, sitting upright on a chair.

"This must be a face that has been blessed by the two patron saints of the kingdom." Annick said with emotion.

If the Eva I met last week is a representative of sexy and mature, this angel is like an angel from an oil painting walking down to earth.

"The marriage partners carefully selected by the Wettin royal family for many years are now considered to be a comprehensive one. Why are you excited?" Spencer poked Annick's arm.

"No, I just admired how beautiful it is."

Annick still prefers oriental girls at his core, but the potion given by the light ball seems to make him more and more numb, and he doesn't feel any heartbeat at all.

"What's the point of looking good? The princesses of Bruguet are all used for marriage. I don't know if this generation of princesses has any achievements." Spencer said with his nose pressed.

"As?"

"What is it? This magazine doesn't put you on the cover because you are a member of the royal family. I heard that this generation of kings intends to promote the establishment of women's suffrage and give more government positions to women. Consider him a progressive."

"Mr. Spencer, what you mean is that this princess is deliberately brought out by the kingdom to fight in the front line?"

"When it comes to reform, someone has to take the lead. If the royal family sets an example, there will naturally be fewer people who oppose it."

When Annick heard this, he thought that this country was not that bad. At least proactive reform was at the top.

"Then you wait here. When they come, tell them to pick up the body quickly. It will delay my time to make the figures."

After Spencer finished speaking, he left.

Although I was a little unhappy to hear this, I wanted to ask whether the person or the figure was more important. But looking back, thinking about it, if I encountered this kind of situation, it seems that I would not do any better than Spencer.

"I don't believe Deidara will commit suicide. Do you have some conspiracy? You only took the person away in the afternoon. Why did you say that the person was dead before evening?"

An elderly man wearing a top hat and a black coat came in cursing.

Annick took a closer look and saw that it was one of the old professors who attended the dinner with Deidara last week.

He hurriedly greeted me, and then explained: "Old professor, do you remember me? We sat at the same table last Sunday."

"You?" The old professor was also stunned. After looking at Annick carefully, he finally recalled it.

"Oh, you and Deidara had a very good chat last week. According to him, you are also from our school."

"Yes, Professor Russell's students from the School of Literature graduated this year."

"Then why are you here?"

"I was the one who brought Senior Deidara here. The senior was involved in a case that ordinary police could not intervene in, and then committed suicide in front of the police station."

The old professor stopped cursing when he heard this, and took Annick's arm to the side, and asked in a low voice: "You can't talk nonsense, Deidara, the student I personally brought out, how could it be involved in this kind of thing?"

matter."

"It's taken me too long to explain to you. Old professor, please come with me to the scene to have a look."

On the third underground floor, the old professor looked at Deidara's body and said nothing for a long time.

"Hey, old man, what do you want to do?" Spencer asked with an indifferent attitude.

"Are you okay, sir?" Annick hurriedly helped him, because the old professor could hardly stand still.

"Who is the murderer? I don't believe that conventional poisons or chemicals can make people age instantly." The old professor obviously still didn't believe Deidara's suicide claim.

"Cross Rose Society, what's wrong, old man, you have the ability to take revenge."

Spencer mocked.

"No ability, but it's better to know that Deidara didn't commit suicide. Is he really involved in the activities of the Cross Rose Society?"

"Well, Inspector Pierce has a detailed file above. You will know after reading it."

"What are you going to do with the body? It's been here for several hours."

"Let's cremate him. Both of Deidara's parents have died a long time ago. When he was studying in Eggsburg, he was supported by a few old men from our chemistry college. We are his only relatives."

The old professor wiped away his tears after speaking. It was obvious that the loss of his beloved disciple who was half a son was a huge blow.

"Okay, I'll contact the cremation department." Spencer said and walked out.

"Professor, you have decided on a date to hold the funeral for Senior Deidara. I will also attend."

"Aren't you afraid of being associated with a suspect?"

"Why do you care so much when everyone is gone, and the superiors will not really expose Senior Deidara's case. Professor, what have you guessed?" Annick asked curiously.

"We drove back together in a car after the banquet on Sunday. At that time, he muttered that it was solved. The next day we received the news of Eva's death. I had a bad premonition that it was not him who killed Eva.

Bar."

"That's not true. Let's go up and see the details of the case."

The old professor came to Pierce's office with the help of Annick. After reading Pierce's file with a trembling voice, the old professor said nothing.

"Professor, do you think this idea of ​​pushing the matter to a love triangle is feasible."

Pierce asked.

"Okay, let's do this. It's better than exposing our school's young and promising assistant professor as a murderer."

The old professor nodded helplessly and reached a tacit understanding with the Special Operations Division.

"Let me help you go back." Annick helped the old professor up and walked out of Pierce's office.

"No, I'll just wait here for Deidara to go home together. Eggsburg University is his home. On Sunday, we decided to bury him in the school's public cemetery. You can come when you are free.

Bar."
Chapter completed!