Chapter 682: Reasoning game

Chapter 682: Reasoning Game
"The reasoning game? Good!" Zhou Yang laughed.
Chu Siwen glanced at him and wanted to dissuade him.
But what kind of person is Zhou Yang?
That was the superhero who saved Donghae.
Maybe they have their own way of coping.
That's right, Zhou Yang's super deductive skills can deal with almost any situation.
Not only was he not afraid, but he was so interested that he wanted to know the level of these people.
"Well, let's have fun!" Shang Zi'an said proudly, "Siwen, you can take a good look at whether this man is really suitable for you! Only peers can understand each other."
Next, start to introduce the rules.
The rule is that there are no rules.
Randomly select a private investigator participant to ask the question, and then randomly select someone to answer, and the person who answers the question will then ask the question, and so on.
"I'll come first!" Shang Zi'an volunteered to stand up.
No one opposes it.
Because the fool could see it, Shang Zi'an and Zhou Yang couldn't deal with it.
The girl he liked became Zhou Yang's girlfriend.
"Listen!" Shang Zi'an coughed, "One day, a murder happened on a cruise ship."
"The victim was a rich man. He was killed in his cabin."
"After the police investigated, two suspects were identified."
"One is the nephew of the rich man. His company has suffered serious losses and owes a lot of debts. Because the rich man has no other relatives, the nephew is the heir of his property."
"One is the housekeeper of an old rich man, because he was scolded by his master not long ago for embezzling the old rich man's money, and now he is in danger of being fired."
"Guess everyone, which one is most likely to be the murderer?"
After finishing the example, Shang Zi'an looked around the audience.
Everyone showed a thoughtful look.
But Zhou Yang alone was stunned.
"Zhou Yang, do you find it difficult?" Shang Zi'an sneered.
Zhou Yang still remained dumbfounded, and slowly shook his head: "Are you sure this is your question?"
"what happened?"
"This difficulty can be solved by junior high school students?" Zhou Yang smiled.
"You don't have to think about it, of course it's your nephew!" Zhou Yang said.
"The nephew is suspected, but the old housekeeper can't remove the suspicion?" A private investigator frowned, as if thinking hard.
"Yes, I think the old housekeeper is also very suspicious! After all, the rich man wants to fire him." A female detective interjected.
"Both people have motives for killing, can't you make judgments right away?" the third private detective asked.
"My question is naturally in-depth." Shang Zi'an said proudly, "You might as well discuss it again."
Zhou Yang covered his face and couldn't listen anymore.
"What are you discussing? If the murderer is a housekeeper, he must have thrown the body into the sea to destroy the body. Only the nephew is eager to inherit the property, will kill the rich man in the cabin, because if he destroys the body, then the police will It will be judged that the rich man has disappeared and his nephew can't inherit the family property...I have truly convinced you. Is this problem worth thinking about?"
After finishing this series of words, those private detective monks who scratched their heads and cheeks, Shang Zi'an, looked extremely ugly.
Some of them were to cheer Shang Zi'an, while others really didn't think of it.
Hearing what Zhou Yang said, it was really not difficult.
Shang Zi'an flushed.
It was so hard to compose a question, but it was easily broken by Zhou Yang.
But what's even worse, he thought about it carefully, and his question was really bad.
"Zhou Yang, you are really amazing, not worse than us!" Chu Siwen smiled.
Zhou Yang laughed and said, "Don't say that, I am blind."
"I have a problem here, and Mr. Zhou is also invited to guess." Another private detective said.
"Please." Zhou Yang said indifferently.
"The two daughters of a couple were kidnapped. They received a phone call from the kidnappers asking for a ransom of 500,000."
"According to the police's request, the couple asked the kidnapper to take a photo of his daughter holding the newspaper of the day. The kidnapper refused, but they sent a recording with the voices of the two daughters."
"That's what I said..."
"Mum and Dad, today is X-X-X-2019. We are very safe. Uncle is very good to us. He played poker with my sister, played chess with me, and laughed at us. I hope that mom and dad will let us go home early. ."
"After listening to the recording, the couple is relieved and ready to raise money."
"But the police said, don't give money, even if you give it to the kidnapper, you will tear up the ticket."
"why?"
After the question, the private investigator who asked the question was glamorous.
"Mr. Zhou, please advise."
Shang Zi'an and others looked at Zhou Yang with a mocking smile.
"Mr. Zhou, we really can't compare with the police, but we also have our own professions. I hope you can maintain sufficient respect for us." The author of the question said lightly.
Zhou Yang was bitter at this moment.
It seems that there is no answer.
"Zhou Yang?" Chu Siwen reminded softly, "No, it's okay."
Zhou Yang said: "It's not that... but..."
"What is it? Want to find a reason again?" Shang Zi'an said coldly.
"Oh..." Zhou Yang sighed, "I thought it was you who was stupid, but now it seems that I was wrong, and you are not the only stupid one!"
He looked at the person who wrote the question and laughed: "The kidnappers are all face to face with the children. Isn't this a necessary condition for tearing up tickets? This kind of question is similar to teasing junior high school students, but please don't insult my IQ, please? I am embarrassed for you."
As soon as this word came out, the surrounding private detectives were silent, their faces burning.
Most of the so-called private detectives are doing the job of stalking and catching the mistress.
A few will secretly investigate commercial competitors for some large companies.
They have nothing to do with reasoning.
However, in order to be arty, many private detectives often like to advertise that they are good at reasoning, and organize a game at every turn.
They all seem to be very tall, but in fact they are just working behind closed doors to entertain themselves.
If private investigators are so professional, what else do the police do?
One Zhou Yang shot them out.
"Mr. Zhou is really amazing!" Liu Xinyi said with surprise on his face, "It opened my eyes."
Zhou Yang smiled: "It's not that I'm good, but that the person who wrote the question lacks a string."
Shang Zi'an and the person who asked the question just now turned black.
"Who do you think is missing a string in his brain?" the questioner asked.
Zhou Yang shrugged: "Look, I have said so clearly. You still ask, isn't it lacking?"
The other party went to Zhou Yang from the beginning.
Stepping on Zhou Yang's feet and gaining the gratefulness of the Shang family, this is the idea of ​​the author.
"The surname Zhou, do you know the fate of offending me?" the questioner said coldly.
At this moment, a young man hurriedly rushed into the venue with a camera on his back, looked around, and came directly to the person who asked the question.
"Boss!" He said hello out of breath.
The questioner frowned and said: "Why are you here? The task is completed?"
"No... this is the closest one, but they met on the other side of the train track. I happened to have passed the train when I took the photo!" The young man was so depressed that he handed the camera to the subject.
The latter watched for a long time, and said angrily: "Why do you want you?"
"Lao Li, why are you so angry? The buddy didn't do a good job?" Shang Jie walked over with a glass of wine with a smile, and he walked over to round the scene, "With so many colleagues here, can you ask everyone to help!"