Restarting the myth.

Chapter 37 Geocentric Religion

Eating melons is human instinct!

Gossip is etched in everyone's genes. Everyone likes to eat gossip regardless of status, country, profession, or social class. From kings and nobles to ordinary people, everyone likes to eat gossip.

Especially the live melons, the fresh and hot ones, are the most attractive to the onlookers.

A suicide case occurred in the hotel. A geology professor from Lund took poison in his room and left a suicide note. The professor confessed his bad life and did many bad things to his friends and students, hoping to exchange his death for everyone's forgiveness.

Near noon, the assistant and students who were traveling with the professor knocked on the door but no one answered, so they asked the innkeeper to break in and found the professor's body and a suicide note.

It was just an ordinary suicide case. The suspect took poison in a secret room and left a handwritten suicide note, which almost ruled out the possibility of homicide. Once the police arrived and confirmed the scene and went through the formalities, the case was basically closed.

Coincidentally, there was a detective named Wesley from London living in the hotel. He walked around the scene and insisted that the professor had committed suicide.

The crime was committed by an acquaintance, and the murderer was among the assistants and students who were traveling with him.

Almost at the same time, Hood, a local detective from Enrode Town, came to the hotel to deliver an investigation report to the professor, and he also firmly believed that the professor was murdered.

Hood had met the professor several times and commented that the professor was an arrogant and selfish old man. The possibility of such a person repenting and committing suicide to atone for his sins was extremely low.

There was no motive for suicide. If the professor had any remorse, he would have committed suicide long ago. How could he have endured until now?

Then the two detectives met each other's eyes.

Wesley is a well-known detective in London, in his thirties, with a good reputation in the industry; Hood is a local detective in Enrode Town, nearly fifty years old, and his professional qualities and experience are widely praised.

Without saying a word, the two men immediately began investigating, each hoping to solve the case and catch the real culprit before the other.

The onlookers were very excited. They were not interested in the professor's life or death, nor did they care who the murderer was. They just wanted to know which of the two detectives was better.

A crowd of people blocked the entrance of the hotel, waiting for the outcome. As the news spread, more and more townspeople joined the crowd, directly blocking the traffic and also blocking Wayne's car.

Hood played at home and won the support of 90% of the townspeople.

The opening odds are extremely high!

Hood gained the spiritual support of the townspeople, but when it came to money, the townspeople were more willing to believe the detective from London.

The famous detective who can come out of London must be better than our local detective!

What, you ask where the police are?

Some are responsible for traffic evacuation, and some are responsible for opening the market. The police officers of the Kingdom of Windsor are so simple and unpretentious.

The sheriff was a lazy man. Seeing detectives Wesley and Hood fighting on the spot, he simply helped them to succeed. He detained the assistant and the students and waited for the two detectives to do their own work.

It’s all about solving cases, so why not let the detectives do their work when they’re all being paid?
Of course, that's not the right thing to say. It's against the rules. What the sheriff meant was to give the victim the truth and he would refer to the opinions provided by the two detectives during the investigation.

I have to say here that with the progress of the times, even in the Kingdom of Windsor, detectives are not qualified to enter the crime scene. Private detectives are mainly active in the civil and commercial fields. Once it involves criminal crimes, there is basically nothing for detectives to do.

For example, in Wayne's previous commissioned investigation into Dr. Reiner and his wife, he followed them and took photos, but he was not caught on the spot, otherwise he would have been in trouble.

This is Windsor, there is no shortage of gays in the prison. Many people couldn't figure it out at first, but once they got inside, they found everything going in all directions.

Back to the topic, Wayne squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and grabbed a special seat in the front row, happily waiting for the two detectives to fight.

He saw the sheriff and two of his colleagues who were engaging in a reasoning duel. The three of them gathered together, having just walked out of the crime scene, and seemed to be discussing something.

With the help of enthusiastic people, Wayne knew who the two detectives were. Wesley was a fair-faced and beardless, a typical Windsor handsome guy; Hood was slightly fat and had two black mustaches.

The atmosphere at the scene was harmonious. Wayne was disappointed that the two detectives were not as passionate as he had imagined. They were even exchanging ideas and sharing the clues they had collected.

"Tsk, boring. It turns out that animations are all lies." Wayne curled his lips and watched the fun, thinking the matter was too trivial.

Like Wayne, the townspeople also expressed their dissatisfaction, saying one after another: "Hood, you represent the town of Enroard. Show Master Lundan some of your power and let him know how powerful a country detective is."

"Hood, I'm betting all my wine money on the Lundan guy tonight, you mustn't win!"

"Don't worry, Hood can't solve the case. His poor detective talent is not as good as Master Lundan's. Otherwise, he would have gone to Lundan to make a fortune long ago."

"Hey, I don't like to hear that. What's wrong with Master Rendan? Master Rendan is also a human being. I support Hood. He is the one that everyone wants." Wayne was bored, so he took the initiative to join the team that added fuel to the fire and started a fierce confrontation with the gentleman in the hat who was also bored next to him.

"Wesley is also very popular in London. I have heard of his name. He has been in the newspapers many times. The London Police Station often entrusts him to assist in solving cases." The man in the gentleman's hat, holding a cane and a newspaper under his arm, was disdainful of Wayne's words.

"I'm just a passerby. I'm from London and I'm also a detective. I've never heard of Wesley and he hasn't been mentioned in the newspapers."

"You don't even know Wesley, and you still have the nerve to pretend to be Detective London. If you were a detective, I would eat this newspaper!" The man in the gentleman's hat seemed to be a die-hard fan of Wesley, and he became excited after just a few words.

Wayne didn't say anything about this kind of free food and drink, but the onlookers were amused. Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and the whole street was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Who wants to duel, and where?"

"I heard that a gigolo slept with the wife of the hat shop owner..."

"Funny mud pee!"

"Asshole, who touched my butt? Don't you know to be gentle?" "Damn it, my wallet is gone."

"Fuck you second uncle!"

The chaotic crowd seriously disrupted order and soon aroused the dissatisfaction of the police chief, who shouted loudly and asked the onlookers to keep their voices down.

The gentleman hat couldn't stand Wayne's bragging, so he shouted, "Sheriff, this gentleman is also a detective, why don't you let him provide some advice?"

There are detectives!
A group of people looked at Wayne next to the gentleman's hat, and Wayne's two colleagues also looked over. The sheriff was slightly stunned and asked a police officer to bring Wayne to him.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Wayne."

"Where are you from, Mr. Wayne? I have never seen you in Enroard Town." The sheriff's ability is average, but he is not a good-for-nothing. At least he has a good memory and is familiar with every face in the town.

If you are not familiar with someone, then he is from another place.

"We are from Lundan. We come to Enroard Town for vacation and stay there temporarily." Wayne raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the villa.

The sheriff looked in the direction Wayne pointed, his eyes gleamed, and his tone immediately became respectful: "It turns out to be Mr. Wayne. Excuse me, I heard that you are also a detective?"

"A part-time detective who opened a detective agency for fun."

Wayne waved his hand. There were two professional colleagues and a group of police officers at the scene, and he didn't want to get involved.

After shopping and having fun, and relieving the stress, it’s time to go back and meditate.

At this moment, the professor's body covered with white cloth was carried out. The case was a bit tricky. After investigating the crime scene, the identification personnel were currently confused and prepared to take several suspects back to the small town police station for questioning.

Two detectives will also be accompanying him.

This is how crime solving works. Be it the police or detectives working together to solve a case, almost all cases are solved in the office. It is very rare that the murderer is caught directly at the crime scene through reasoning.

Wayne glanced at the body, his eyes swept across several suspects, and stopped on a middle-aged man.

This person smells very bad, from head to toe, he has a lot of professor's smell...

The smell of a professor's corpse!
Although the other suspects had the same smell, it was far less strong than that of the man, indicating that the man had been alone with the professor's body for a long time.

Wayne analyzed what he had just heard and speculated that the smell of the suspects came from a group breaking into the secret room, and the man...

understood!

When they broke into the room, you hid behind the door, right?
No wonder your nose is so red, did you get hurt?
You are really brave. You stood by the professor's body for a whole night. Aren't your legs numb? Aren't you afraid that the professor will come to you to chat late at night?

Wayne identified the murderer, and through the process of reasoning, he whispered a few words in the sheriff's ear, then said goodbye to the sheriff and drove back to the villa.

If it were someone else, without even entering the crime scene, and identifying the murderer just by looking at his face, the sheriff would definitely sneer and not believe a word he said.

But Wayne is different, his temporary residence is very unusual.

Mr. Landau gives money to the Enrode Police Department every year, calling it social donation, so that the town’s police officers can enjoy the same welfare benefits as the Lundang police officers.

Would the friends who provide bread and butter for your parents talk nonsense?

It can't be!

After returning to the police station, the chief inspector immediately interrogated the man himself. The first sentence he said made the middle-aged man's face turn pale.

"In addition to the professor's body, there was another person hiding in the room. He poisoned the professor, left a suicide note, and hid behind the door waiting for others to break in, thus disguising the suicide scene in the secret room, right?"

"You can keep silent, but someone will notice that you are not wearing gloves, and your fingerprints may be picked up from the wall behind the door."

The middle-aged man confessed that he had indeed killed the person.

The two detectives were surprised at how quickly the case was solved, especially the local detective Hood, who looked as if he had seen a ghost.

WTF, is this still the good-for-nothing sheriff he knows? Is he being impersonated?

The sheriff was proud for a while and explained to the two detectives: "It was Mr. Wayne who solved the case. He identified the suspect at first sight and deduced the course of the case."

"..." x2
I only took a look at it, how could this be possible. x2
"Wesley, you are also Detective Lundan. I'm sure you have heard of his name?"

Wesley: "..."

No, it was the first time he heard the name of this colleague.

The two detectives looked at each other and became interested in Wayne. After they left the police station, Hood said, "Wesley, do you want to invite him?"

"You can try it."

Wesley nodded. He had been following this group of Geocentric Cult for a long time. He finally got some clues, but the professor who knew the truth was poisoned to death.

(End of this chapter)