Chapter 928 Detective (Ⅱ)

"Joan, give him the club, I'll play with him!"

Professor Moriarty grabbed his club and cast a defiant glance at Mr. Detective.

"How about a lottery, two hundred Gold Duga in one game, you don't mind?"

Qiao An couldn't help but be speechless inwardly. It seemed that the instructor was really angry, and he was determined to drain Mr. Detective's money bag!

Mr. Pinkerton's face froze slightly, then he rubbed his right shoulder, grinned seriously, and made a painful expression on his face.

"Let's avoid it today. I accidentally tripped over a rock when I came here just now. Now my arm still hurts a bit, and I can't play my true level."

"Hehe, which stone made this breath for me, I should really thank it."

Professor Moriarty dropped his club and lit his pipe.

"Ted, don't go around in circles, let's be honest, you came all the way here, what's your plan?"

"Thanks to the gods, in this world, apart from a dark conspirator like you, there are also honest people like me with an open heart."

Mr. Pinkerton retorted.

"It's okay to tell you the truth. I came to Hot Springs for two purposes. The first is to be invited to attend the wedding of my friend David Kaufman. This lucky man is about to marry the most charming widow in the New World, Josephine ... Countess Antoinette de Poissons."

"However, everything is not perfect. On this festive day, there were many murders in the hot spring resort, which made our groom-to-be very unhappy."

"The local police detectives are all incompetent. Mr. Kaufman has no choice but to ask me to help investigate the truth of the murder. It is best to arrest the murderer before his wedding celebration, so as not to spoil the festive atmosphere."

"So that's how it is." Professor Moriarty said casually, fiddling with a brand new heather pipe, "I've also heard about serial murders, and it sounds like an old hand did it, but having said that, this A little thing should be hard for you, a famous detective who has experienced great storms."

"Just heard about it?" Mr. Pinkerton also filled his large pipe with shredded tobacco, turned to Joan and said, "Young man, borrow a fire."

Joan snapped his fingers, using "magic tricks" to create a ball of flames jumping at his fingertips, and skillfully lit a pipe for Mr. Detective who approached.

Mr. Pinkerton nodded his thanks, took a deep draw on his pipe, and then expelled two long gray snake-like puffs from his nostrils.

Under the cover of smoke, Ted Pinkerton sneered at Mr. Professor.

"Trofim, we are old rivals, there is no need to covertly test each other, tell me honestly, what role do you play in this series of serial murders?"

"Stop kidding, Ted!"

The professor shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, his face full of innocence.

"I'm also a guest invited to the wedding. It's been less than half a month since I came to Hot Spring Town. The disappearance of residents in the nearby wetlands can be traced back to more than ten years ago. What does it have to do with me, an outsider? "

"Your acting skills are still as good as before, Mr. Professor, but I won't be fooled by you again. You must know some key clues." Mr. Detective looked determined.

Professor Moriarty sighed helplessly, with a wry smile on his face.

"Ted, what will it take for you to believe I'm innocent?"

"Unless you assist me in investigating the case and helping me find out the real culprit."

Seeing Mr. Pinkerton's half-smile expression, Joan suddenly realized that the real purpose of the great detective, who seemed aggressive the moment he entered the door, and threatened the professor in various ways, was to force the other party to assist him in handling the case!

From the appearance, Mr. Pinkerton gave him the impression of a cold and tough guy, but he never expected that this person is actually very cunning, and he is really not to be judged by his appearance!

Professor Moriarty has no obligation to assist Mr. Pinkerton in handling the case. However, perhaps out of consideration for his own reputation, he did not refuse the other party's request face to face, and mused:

"I'm busy with a research recently, and I don't have time to play this boring 'mouse-trap game' with you, but I can take another way to show you my belief in upholding the law and justice with practical actions .”

"'Upholding the Faith in Law and Justice'? Ha, that's ironic coming out of your mouth!" Mr. Pinkerton sneered. "Well, I'd like to hear what you're going to do about it." ?”

"Joan, come here."

Professor Moriarty winked at his students.

Joan suddenly felt that something was wrong!

Looking at this posture, I'm afraid I can't play a "melon-eating crowd" with peace of mind.

However, the instructor had an order, and he had no choice but to follow it. He could only bite the bullet and walk over, and listened to the order.

Professor Moriarty put his arms around the student's shoulders, and said to Ted Pinkerton: "Although I don't have the time to help you investigate the case, I might as well send my favorite student to help you track down the murderer. How about it, isn't it loyal? "

Qiao An couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, are you selling your "protégé student"? What a good teacher!

Mr. Detective didn't seem to expect Professor Moriarty to use such a strange trick, his face was slightly stiff, and he narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Joan.

"Trophim, it's fine if you don't want to help, but don't trick this young man. The case is very dangerous. If something happens, I can't bear the responsibility."

"Ted, you think too highly of yourself. In fact, my students have experienced far more dangers than you can imagine. Joan was never afraid of the bloody battle on the battlefield, but even afraid of your little trick. ?”

Professor Moriarty put his arms around the shoulders of the students and declared confidently:

"My students not only have the strength to fight against evil, but also lack justice and courage. Joan is far more effective by your side than me."

Ted Pinkerton hesitated for a moment, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"The child's eyes look very innocent. He must not have been poisoned by your evil thoughts. At least you don't have to worry about him stabbing me in the back. And you, Mr. Professor, can definitely do such a thing!"

Joan scratched his head in embarrassment, feeling that the situation was getting weirder and weirder. How could he, a good college student, become a detective partner for no reason?

Then Mr. Pinkerton held out his hand.

Joan quickly shook hands with him.

This handshake means that he accepts the mentor's dispatch, and will assist Mr. Detective in investigating the truth of the murder as a temporary assistant.

"This is our partner, Carl, a very human police dog, let's get to know each other."

Mr. Pinkerton whistled to call the police dog to come over, squatted down and whispered in his ear, as if introducing Joan to it.

As expected, Karl was quite human, and he ran up to Joan, squatted down directly opposite him, and then raised one of his front paws.