Cynthia’s Cat

The museum of Kolohol College is a historic building. Its magnificent exterior makes it look more solemn, and the exterior walls have become mottled after years of erosion.

The museum displays a lot of valuable collections. The opening time is from 9 am to 5 pm on Monday and Wednesday. Many students come to the library. At other times, except for the guards, almost no one can be seen.

Cynthia and the others have been observing the flow of people on the east side of the museum complex for half an hour. There are very few students passing by, and there is a high probability that the criminals will choose this as the location of the crime.

Cynthia walked around the east side of the museum and found that there were no trash cans on such a long road, which was very unreasonable. She noticed that there were traces of moving objects in the corner of the wall. Objects were placed on the ground for a long time, and the covered ground and the exposed ground formed a subtle difference.

"Sergeant Ed! Look here."

Ed saw Cynthia squatting next to the stone bench and observing the road. He hurriedly walked over, "Find what?"

Cynthia pointed to the ground with different colors, "Inspector Ed, there is usually something to cover here, I guess this is usually a trash can. To confirm this idea, I went to the west side of the museum and found that there was a dark blue that was more than a meter high. Trash cans, such a long road on the east side of the museum is impossible without placing trash cans."

Ed carefully observed the ground, "In other words, the gangster probably used the trash can to transport the victim away."

Cynthia nodded towards Ed, "I have been thinking about how Noel was transported away. The gangster must be very familiar with the academy before he knows that the monitoring on the east side of the museum is broken. Use the trash can that can be Tibetans to transport people to the academy. somewhere."

Ed began to analyze, "If this is the scene of the crime, it was raining on the day of the crime, and the sky was very dim. It would be difficult to find witnesses. In bad weather, there must not be many students or teachers still outside. If the gangster pretends As a cleaner, even if he drags the trash can, people passing by will not be surprised. If the gangster knows the terrain of the college well, he will definitely avoid surveillance when he moves the trash can. An ordinary cleaner will take the trash can. It will be much easier to transport out of the academy, so it is not certain that the victim is hidden in the academy."

Ed looked at Cynthia's increasingly gloomy expression, and said comfortingly: "The police have already sent a search team to search near the academy. Now that we have this clue to the trash can, I believe we will be able to make a breakthrough soon."

Knoll must be still in the academy. Cynthia's instinct told her that Knoll is nearby. Cynthia looked at Ed indifferently, "You don't know anything! The time is not right. I know..."

Ed's text message ringtone interrupted Cynthia. It was Angel's call. Her voice seemed very excited, "Boss, there is a clue! Someone came to the police station to surrender and he knows where the victim was hidden."

"Okay, I'll go back to the police station immediately."

Cynthia stood beside Ed and heard what they were talking on the phone. She was astonished at the same place. Isn't Ron dead already! Who else knows the whereabouts of Noel!

Ed put the phone in his pocket and glanced at Cynthia, "I'm going back to the police station now. If you want to follow along, I will make an exception and take you there."

Leon looked at the tangled Cynthia. She must have remembered Ron. This was a knot in her heart. Cynthia looked unusually calm these few hours, but the first murder left a big shadow. It feels like he knows.

When Leon killed someone for the first time, he vomited for three days, and fragments of the killing would flash in his mind and torment him all the time. Later Leon slowly adapted to the assassination mission, but until now he can clearly remember the look on the face of the person killed by him during the first assassination. For so many years, he could not fall asleep at ease, always on guard, he would often wake up from dreams.