C5 You mean to say

Smilhu smiled and pointed a thin, long finger at his head. "I remember telling you before that if a criminal does a good job in crime, almost flawlessly, with no one who can grasp his sinful side and hold him responsible, then I can do it better than he can. I am born with the genius of crime, simply because there is a shackle of justice that prevents me from truly committing the crimes that are conceived in my mind, and if this shackle of justice fails, I dare say that I can make anyone in this world a crime, and in this same way, if it becomes a criminal, then all the world's nightmares of justice will serve me and all the dark nightmares of justice! "Because all the criminals can think of, I can already think of."

Alec felt at peace with himself, and only because it seemed from the attitude and language of Smollahu that he already knew the motives of the perverted killer, but this was clearly impossible, and the information he gave Smollahu was limited, although he did not know how the ghost's brain worked, if he still had a brain at all, but just from this information alone he knew that the murderer's purpose was something that made Alec feel almost impossible.

"Mr. Smollhu, do you know the murderer's motive?" Alec asked tentatively.

"Let's think about it, Alec, you are just a very ordinary student. Every day you have to attend class, after class, and you don't have to have any conflicts with other people, with your gentle personality, if the other party doesn't provoke you, you won't provoke anyone else, so on the surface you don't seem to have enemies, but the criteria for a person to have an enemy isn't something that can be judged by this. For example, what you said you did, what you did, such as your paranoia, such as you and the other person fighting for the same school spot, such as you and the other person liking the same girl, these are all the reasons that made you an enemy."

Alec was stunned. It was as if Smile had said that there was no reason for him to think that he had never provoked anyone else. It was as if he had provoked some enemy in any aspect.

"This assassin might have his own reasons. After killing three guards, he deliberately left behind a name that he heard from somewhere, thus diverting everyone's attention. It could also be because the three guards had seen something they shouldn't have seen at this moment. They had been killed by the murderer, and the murderer's blood had been stimulated, so they wrote down the name that made him angry. "This is only a few of my conjectures. Right now, I might need more information to verify all of this. So, it would be best if you could provide more information."

Smile smiled and said to Alec, "So, Alec, you have to remember that the most important thing for any brilliant detective is information. Only when you know enough information can you analyze and resolve a matter more objectively."

"I see." The words he said opened a window in front of Alec. It was as if a misty future had suddenly seen many clear veins. He just didn't know if Smolghu was still alive, or if he could move freely, or if he was present at the scene, he would be able to immediately bring the murderer out.

Alec didn't know that, after all, it was only a scene that would appear in those crystal screens that described detectives. The one in front of him, Smile, wasn't able to move freely either. He was just a trapped ghost.

So Alec told Smolkhul about what had happened recently, and Smolkhul would interrupt occasionally, asking about the beauty of Zhou, asking about the details of the Alpine movements, asking about the seriousness of the information, and the light in his eyes, and letting Alec know that he was focused and absorbed in his thoughts.

After listening to Alec's explanation, Smile's wrinkled brow relaxed. "Well, I've got a rough idea of what happened to you in this period of time, Alec. You don't have to worry about that; most people think that when I tell them not to worry, they will look skeptical, but I can tell you in the name of Smollahu that you'll be safe, Alec. Of course, I want us to keep in touch. I need your information and information from the outside world. "

Would he be safe? Alec couldn't quite believe it. If a perverted killer was really targeting him, would he really be safe? Alec had always been indifferent towards things that didn't happen. Even if it was death, in the face of such an incident, he could still say that he was safe. Alec felt that unless the Smauhu in front of him was revived, it would be fine. He was just a ghost.

In fact, Alec didn't blindly worship authority. For example, although Smollerhu was a legendary detective, his era was more than a fraction of the same. How could he maintain his understanding of the world after a few centuries? How could he fully understand the social differences between industrial and magical civilizations under the development of improved magic, the development of the steam engine technology, and so on?

So to put it this way, Smollahu said that he had no security concerns, and how could Alec have the heart to accept them? But the Grandmaster didn't seem to be bothered by his own doubts at all, and still showed an expression of "Do you have any other questions?" Alec hesitated.

How could he explain the changes in the world to a ghost who was centuries apart?

Alec didn't know how to explain it, but he believed that in terms of magic, Smoke was a master that very few people in the world could surpass. "Mr. Smile, do you know the language of wind of the elves?" Alec asked.

"Of course, before the arrival of the Age of Great Magic, the Wind Language Spell of the Elves was a great idea and design. It was they who took on the communication network of the underdeveloped era, allowing packages to travel on the wind, ah, what a romantic story. Unfortunately, there aren't many of these wind language networks nowadays, and many people have already gotten used to the rapid spread of the air network, forgetting the long and reading letters that were once needed to wait for a letter."

If I remember correctly, Mr. Smallhoe, you died in the early nineteenth century, but the spread of the air network took place in the middle of the nineteenth century, and the Great Magic Age was just beginning to show itself in the early nineteenth. The wind network should have been the mainstream of the world at that time, but from your tone, it sounds as if you've lived in the twenty-first century. How do you know that modern people are used to the transmission of information through the air network?

The time of Smauhu's death was between 1910 and 1924. Although the East Continent had already entered the era of great magic, the era of universal magic, the network of air routes had only been established since 1940. At that time, the Wind Language Network was still the mainstream of the world, and it was only at the end of the nineteenth century that the network, which had been developing for decades, gradually began to replace the Wind Language Network.

"This is the magic of deduction, my logical thinking. In general, it can be classified as a great logic — deduction. Using this method, we can grasp the direction of an event or conclusion, the high end of deduction, and even grasp the trend, the direction of an era, based on the clues, the framework, the understanding of the matter. In my time, although it was still the Wind Language Network era, but the fireplace that could teleport space was already in its infancy. This thing that could reach other places without harming oneself through the blazing fireplace back then was still a shocking thing, but I had already predicted that in the open environment of the Great Magic Age, this kind of thing would have a huge impact in the future, to the point of eliminating the world's most advanced Wind Language Transmission Network. Ha, if it was placed in the 19th century, I would definitely be considered a madman. But now, from your expression, I already know everything. I know that this is the twenty-first century, and I know a lot of things that were previously unknown and surprising to me, a nineteenth century person. In fact, from your explanation of a lot of things and your usual life, I have already roughly understood your world and quickly accepted this brand-new world. "

Alec's eyes were wide, filled with endless surprise.

He had never told Smollhu that it was the twenty-first century, that he had never told him about the present industry, the development of the magical civilization, but he seemed to know as well as to know that it was as if he lived around him and not in this closed magical space.

He simply thought of Smollhau as a ghost from the last two centuries, a master of the art, alone in this place, cut off from the outside world, stubbornly insisting on his own intellectual experience and magical power, waiting for his heirs to succeed to his unattainable task.