Chapter 955 Interrogation (Ⅰ)

"Joan, of course you have to stay in the interrogation room, so that you can be my 'eyes' and 'ears'."

Professor Moriarty was sitting in the hall outside the interrogation room, seemingly casually flipping through a newspaper.

"Joan, put your 'Blood Mosquito Detective' on my side, I will bless the Blood Mosquito with 'synesthesia', and we can create a more secretive one at the bottom of the private communication network formed by 'messaging'." The second-order local area network, and then I can perceive everything you hear and see in the interrogation room through the blood mosquito."

"This...well, mentor, but what kind of spell is 'synesthesia'?" Joan asked curiously.

"It's a very interesting third-level spell. It can be regarded as an upgraded version of the second-level 'Vision Link'. The caster can share all five senses of the caster, instead of just borrowing vision. I have the scroll of 'Synaesthesia' here. You will understand after copying it yourself later." Professor Moriarty simply explained.

"Mmm Good!"

Joan was deeply impressed by the mentor's treachery—no, it should be the foresight. At the same time, he had to admit that if he put both the mentor and the countess on the balance in his heart, he still had to favor the mentor a little bit.

Following the instructor's instructions, Joan issued a mental command to the blood mosquito, remotely controlling the little spy to fly to the hall next to the interrogation room.

Professor Moriarty noticed the buzzing of mosquitoes, raised his left arm, let the blood mosquito land on the back of his hand, and then performed "synesthesia" to establish a sense of vision, hearing, touch, taste and smell with the blood mosquito. All five senses are linked within.

The blood mosquito was transformed from Joan's tail finger. Although it is far away from Joan's body, it still maintains a close sensory connection.

The blood mosquito blessed with "synesthesia" became a "relay station" between Qiao An and the tutor, closely linking the senses of the teacher and the student.

As Professor Moriarty expected, at the bottom of the "four-person chat group" formed by the "messaging technique", a more private "two-person chat group" was established.

Joan tried to send telepathy to the mentor through the blood mosquito, and got a feedback from the mentor almost in the next second. The test showed that although Professor Moriarty's people were outside the house, they could use Joan's eyes and ears to understand in real time. The interrogation progresses.

After the test, Joan turned his attention to the interrogation room, spread out his notebook, and was in charge of taking notes.

Ted Pinkerton was polite to Lady Josephine, but his questions were unrelenting and sharp.

"Ma'am, do you know Billy Donald II?"

"Of course I know him. He is a frequent visitor to the 'Happy Palace' and a mutual friend of David and I."

"How is your personal relationship with Donald Jr.?"

"I don't understand what you mean. Do you want to ask if there is an affair between Donald Jr. and me?"

Mrs. Josephine asked frankly, which made Mr. Detective a little embarrassed, but he still nodded.

"Ted, Donald Jr. is a very attractive man, but not to my liking. Are you satisfied with that?"

"Madam, Little Donald probably doesn't think so, and your position at the moment is not consistent with what I saw with my own eyes outside the town last night."

Pinkerton said carefully.

Mrs. Josephine's beautiful eyes blinked twice, and a trace of surprise appeared on her face: "If I understand correctly, you saw me with Little Donald outside the town last night?"

"Indeed, as you said, ma'am, I saw you guys having a tryst around nine o'clock last night, and you were still seriously discussing the topic of elopement."

"That's impossible!" Mrs. Josephine shook her head and sneered, "Ted, I'm afraid you have misunderstood the person. I didn't even take a step out of the house last night."

"Ma'am, Joan was also there at the time, don't you think he also admitted the wrong person?" Pinkerton's expression darkened, as if he thought that Josephine was trying to evade the blame.

The smile on the Countess's face was slightly stagnant, and she turned to look at Joan, with an inquiring look in her eyes.

"I was indeed there at the time." Joan replied with difficulty, "As Mr. Pinkerton said, we all saw a woman exactly like you with Mr. Donald, and from the content of their conversation, the woman's Identity exactly matches yours."

"Well, this is really a strange thing!" Mrs. Josephine widened her eyes in surprise, "I can't be divided into two people and be in different places at the same time, right?"

"Maybe you are suffering from 'sleepwalking' without knowing it." Pinkerton sneered casually.

"Even sleepwalking doesn't make any sense..." Mrs. Josephine seriously argued, "I was with David last night, so he wouldn't be able to see his fiancée sleepwalking out of town and ignore him, right? ? If you don’t believe me, ask him, David can testify for me.”

"I'm sorry, ma'am, Mr. Kaufman and you are accomplices in the case, and the suspicion of collusion and perjury cannot be ruled out. You have the right to claim that the other party was not at the scene of the crime. However, the police, court and jurors probably will not accept your testimony. "Pinkerton said flatly.

"Ma'am, was anyone else with you and Mr. Kaufman last night?"

Joan made a hint. The testimony of other people will obviously be more credible.

Josephine shook her head and smiled wryly: "No one would bring a witness on a tryst, Joan. If I really have a witness, it would be even more suspicious."

"If no one can prove that you were not at the scene of the crime, Mr. Donald may insist that you lured him to park near the wetland, and thus caused the boggard to attack, which is not good for you." Joan couldn't help frowning.

Madame Josephine nodded, looking quite calm.

"Joan, do you think I'm a murderer too?"

"Only in my personal opinion, I am more inclined to think that someone is pretending to be your identity, especially at this moment, this kind of premonition is particularly strong."

Joan made a statement calmly, causing Josephine to raise her eyebrows in surprise, and Pinkerton couldn't help coughing twice, implying that he was cautious in his words and deeds.

"Mr. Pinkerton, Mrs. Josephine, I may sound childish when I say this, but I am really sure that the woman last night was not you."

"Joan, if you really think so, why didn't you say it earlier last night!" Pinkerton couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted him.

"Because when I saw that woman for the first time last night, I was really confused. The other party's acting skills are very good, and she imitated Mrs. Josephine perfectly."

"Then why do you say you are convinced that the woman is a counterfeit now?" Pinkerton asked angrily.

"Because there is no comparison, there is no gap."

Joan took a deep look at Josephine first, and then returned to Mr. Detective's face.

"Mr. Pinkerton, can't you feel that the woman last night, compared with the lady sitting in front of us at this moment, even though they look exactly the same in appearance, the temperament of the two people is completely different."