Chapter 954 Chat Group

Professor Moriarty looked deeply at the slightly embarrassed pretty face of his ex-girlfriend, took off his hat and nodded in return, but did not make a sound.

"Greyson, lock Kaufman and Josephine in different rooms and try them separately, lest they collude!"

Mr. Pinkerton rushed into the hall of the police station in a hurry, and gave orders excitedly.

"You don't need to teach me how to handle the case, Ted, stop pointing fingers at my place!"

Sheriff Grayson snapped back angrily.

Mr. Detective hit a nail, the boss was bored, rubbed the back of his neck embarrassingly, turned and walked towards Joan.

"Hi, Mr. Professor, good morning."

"Good morning, Ted, I heard from Joan that your case has progressed?"

"Yeah, it's all thanks to Joan's help, you cunning old fox, it's really rare to teach a good student with both a smart mind and a sense of justice!"

"Hehe~ You still say that I am a 'criminal educator'. Joan can serve as a counterexample to prove that your accusation is pure slander. To put it bluntly, there is no one in the world who is as conscientious and moral as me. Noble teacher."

"Bah! Think I'm a fool, believe your nonsense? Joan is just a special case. An upright student doesn't mean the teacher is equally upright."

Mr. Professor and Mr. Detective, each with a pipe in his mouth, stared at each other when they met, and spewed saliva and smoke at each other, just like two fire dragons fighting.

Joan really couldn't stand the two old smoking guns, they quarreled and made the room dirty, which really made him angry and funny.

He opened the hall window, let in the wind to blow away the choking tobacco haze, and returned to his mentor, Mr. Pinkerton.

"Joan, you came just in time. I still have something to ask for your help." Pinkerton patted the young mage's shoulder, looking very affectionate.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You know that spell, right? It's the spell that connects some people in the room to form an invisible chat network. They can talk to each other remotely, but outsiders can't hear it."

Mr. Pinkerton described it with some difficulty.

Professor Moriarty couldn't help laughing when he heard this, his eyes were full of contempt.

Qiao An gave the mentor a helpless look, implying not to be so rude.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and Mr. Detective is not an arcane spellcaster after all.

"You mean 'messaging'? Mr. Pinkerton, it's just a very simple trick. Of course I will."

"That's good." Pinkerton held the pipe and gestured in a circle, "You cast this spell now, and pull yourself, me, and Gregson into the private communication space created by magic."

"Next, we will interrogate Kaufman and Josephine in different rooms. Your spells will allow Grayson and I to communicate with each other more conveniently about the progress of the interrogation."

"Of course that's fine."

Joan was about to cast a spell when Professor Moriarty suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"Wait a minute, Joan, add me to the 'Messaging Technique' communication network."

Joan hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Pinkerton.

The detective snorted resentfully, but he didn't object.

Joan took him as acquiescence, and after casting the spell, he pulled the mentor, Mr. Detective, and Mr. Sheriff into the private chat group he created.

"Good morning, Grayson." As soon as Professor Moriarty entered the group, he greeted Mr. Sheriff in the interrogation room at the end of the corridor very familiarly.

"Good morning, Mr. Professor, it's great that you can assist the police in handling the case." Sergeant Grayson said gratefully.

"What good is this? The old fox will only add to the chaos!"

Pinkerton couldn't help complaining aloud.

"Moriarty, I have to say something first. You can observe our interrogation of Josephine and Kaufman, but you cannot talk to the suspect directly."

"Why?" Mr. Professor was aggrieved.

"Because I can't trust you!" Pinkerton said sternly, "Mr. 'Crime Educator', I even suspect that you have played a role in the serial murders, playing a role more than Kaufman and Joseph." Fern's more dishonorable role!"

"Then what about the evidence?" Professor Moriarty asked indifferently.

Pinkerton ignored him, whistling and walked towards the interrogation room where Mrs. Josephine was held.

Professor Moriarty shrugged at Joan, and followed Mr. Detective into the interrogation room.

"It's so strange...why is this man here?!"

In the interrogation room, the countess, who had been drinking tea calmly, immediately darkened when she saw Professor Moriarty come in.

"Ted, if you force someone who has nothing to do with the police to join in, forgive me for refusing to cooperate with the investigation!"

"I fully understand your anger, ma'am. Actually, I don't know how this idler got in. Don't be angry, I will drive him out immediately."

Mr. Detective made no secret of his schadenfreude, he turned around and waved his arms at Mr. Professor, like a goose flapping its wings to drive away a weasel.

"Go, go! Wait for the idlers, don't join in the fun here!"

"Josephine, it's too disrespectful for you to do this, and I didn't mean to see your jokes..."

Mr. Professor tries to bypass Ted Pinkerton and get straight to the ex-girlfriend.

"Ha! Duplicity is your true nature, Trophim, I have no jokes for you here, get out immediately!"

The countess jumped up angrily, her pretty face flushed.

Professor Moriarty shrugged helplessly and had to leave the interrogation room.

Joan looked at Mrs. Josephine in surprise.

This morning, she had never been so emotional when the police broke into her fiancé's house, but at this moment, just the unexpected presence of her ex-boyfriend made her angry. What does it mean?

After a brief moment of astonishment, Qiao An came back to his senses, and quickly turned to chase after the mentor.

"Joan, don't go!"

Mrs. Josephine suddenly asked to stay, which surprised him, and said hesitantly: "But... I am also an idler who has nothing to do with the police."

"Stop talking, Joan, I want you to stay. With you by my side, I feel more secure in my heart. You won't let me be wronged, right?"

The countess asked her to stay tenderly, but Joan could not refuse, but she felt sorry for it.

"But, the mentor is still outside the door..."

"That bastard deserves to be alone all his life with no one to accompany him! Just let him be jealous! Although I'm not sure, whether he is jealous of you or me."

Mrs. Josephine looked excited, and the words she said were also inexplicable.

Joan scratched her head, wondering whether it was her poor understanding of language, or Mrs. Josephine's mental problems that made her speech incoherent.

After a little hesitation, Joan asked Professor Moriarty through the "messaging technique" whether he should accept Mrs. Josephine's retention and continue to stay indoors to attend the interrogation, or should he go out to accompany him.

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