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 sat in the hall outside the interrogation room and seemed to be reading the newspaper casually.
"Joan, put your'Blood Mosquito Agent' on my side. I bless'Synesthesia' on blood mosquitoes, and we will be able to create a more secretive layer at the bottom of the private communication network formed by'Communication'. Second-order local area network, and then I can perceive everything you have heard and heard in the interrogation room through blood mosquitoes."
"This... okay, mentor, but what kind of spell is "synesthesia"?" Joan asked curiously.
"A very interesting 3-ring spell is an upgraded version of the 2-ring "visual link". The caster can enjoy all five senses of the surgeon instead of just borrowing vision. I have a scroll of "synesthesia" here. You can understand it by copying it yourself," Professor Moriarty explained briefly.
"Mmm Good!"
Joan deeply admired the tutor's treachery—no, it should be far-sighted—and had to admit that if you put the tutor and the countess on the balance of your heart, you still have to bias the tutor a little bit.
Following the instructor's instructions, Joan sent a psychic command to the blood mosquito to remotely control the little spy to fly into the hall next to the interrogation room.
Professor Moriarty noticed that the mosquitoes squeaked and raised his left arm to allow the blood mosquito to land on the back of his hand. Then he performed "synesthesia" to establish sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell with the blood mosquito. All five sensory links within.
The blood mosquito is Joan's tail finger. Although it is far away from the body of Joan, he still maintains a close sensory connection.
The blood mosquito blessed with "synesthesia" became a "relay station" between Joan and his mentor, closely connecting the senses of the teacher and the students.
As Professor Moriarty envisioned, a more private "two-person chat group" was established at the bottom of the "four-person chat group" formed by "Communication".
Joan tried to send a telepathy through the blood mosquito instructor and received feedback from the instructor almost in the next second. The test showed that although Professor Moriarty’s people were outside the house, they could understand Joan’s eyes and ears in real time. Interrogation progress.
After the test, Joan turned his attention to the interrogation room, spread out his notebooks, and took notes.
Ted Pinkerton was polite to Mrs. Josephine, but the questions he asked were merciless and extremely sharp.
"Madam, do you know Billy Donald II?"
"Of course I know. He is a regular visitor to the "Happy Palace", a friend of mine and David."
"How is your private relationship with Donald Jr.?"
"I don't understand what you mean, do you want to ask, is there a private relationship between me and Donald Jr.?"
Mrs. Josephine asked frankly, embarrassing Mr. Detective, but he nodded.
"Ted, Donald Jr. is a charming man, but it doesn't suit my taste, so are you satisfied?"
"Ma'am, I don't think Donald Jr. thinks so, and your position at the moment is not consistent with what I saw outside the town last night."
Pinkerton said carefully.
Mrs. Josephine's beautiful eyes blinked twice, and there was a trace of surprise on her face: "If I understand correctly, did you see me and Donald Jr. outside the town last night?"
"It's exactly as you said, ma'am, I saw you in a quiet meeting around nine o'clock last night, and I was still seriously discussing the topic of elopement."
"This is impossible!" Mrs. Josephine shook her head and sneered. "Ted, I'm afraid you are the wrong person. I never left the house last night."
"Ma'am, Joan was also present at the time. Wouldn't you think he also admitted the wrong person?" Pinkerton lowered his face, seeming to think that Josephine was refuting.
The smile on the countess's face froze slightly, and turned to look at Joan, with an inquiring expression in her eyes.
"I was 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 Your identity exactly matches yours."
"Okay, this is really a weird thing!" Mrs. Josephine's eyes widened in surprise. "I can't always be divided into two people, at the same time in different places?"
"Maybe you are suffering from "sleepwalking disease" without knowing it." Pinkerton sneered casually.
"Even sleepwalking, it's impossible to explain..." Mrs. Josephine seriously argued, "I was with David last night, he wouldn't watch his fiancee sleepwalking outside the town without asking. Don’t believe you ask him, David can testify for me.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, Mr. Kaufman and you are the same criminals. You can't rule out the suspicion of collusion and perjury. You have the right to claim that the other party is not at the scene of the crime. However, the police, the court and the jurors may not believe your testimony. Pinkerton said lightly.
"Madam, was there anyone else with you and Mr. Kaufman last night?"
Joan made a hint. The testimony of others will obviously be more credible.
Josephine shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No one will bring a witness during the meeting, Joan, if I really have a witness, it is more suspicious."
"If no one can prove that you are not at the scene of the crime, Mr. Donald may be convinced that you are tempting him to park near the wetland and thus incur the attack of the marsh toad. This is very bad for you." Joan couldn't help but frown straight.
Mrs. Josephine nodded, and seemed to be breathless.
"Joan, do you also think I am the murderer?"
"Only in my personal opinion, I tend to think that someone is impersonating your identity, especially at this moment, this kind of hunch is particularly strong."
Joanne stated quietly that Josephine raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Pinkerton couldn't help but cough twice, suggesting that he should be careful.
"Mr. Pinkerton, Mrs. Josephine, I might be naive to say this, but I am really convinced that the woman was not you last night."
"Joan, if you really think so, why didn't you say it last night!" Pinkerton couldn't bear to interrupt him.
"Because when I first saw the woman last night, I was really bewitched. The other party's acting skills are very clever, imitating Mrs. Josephine's brilliant."
"Then you are now convinced that the woman is a counterfeit. What is the reason?" Pinkerton asked angrily.
"Because there is no contrast, there is no gap."
Joan first took a deep look at Josephine, and then looked back at Mr. Detective's face.
"Mr. Pinkerton, don't you feel it at all. The woman last night, compared with the lady sitting in front of us at the moment, although the appearance looks the same, but the temperament of the two is completely different."
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