"Walk!"

Benjamin shouted, adhering to the gentleman's demeanor, he acted a little impatient for the first time.

Because if you connect the behavior of the murderer of this bombing case, you will come to a very ridiculous conclusion.

First of all, he has the exact same face as the legendary detective from 100 years ago.

Secondly, 30 years ago, there was a painting depicting a scene that would happen today. That is to say, someone had foreseen that the cleaning woman would meet Edwards today.

On the other hand, it was probably the man with the scar on his face who bombed the police station in order to attract Edwards.

And all of this was planned 30 years ago.

So why does the criminal have the face of the legendary detective from 100 years ago, appear again 30 years ago, and appear again today, but his appearance has not changed at all in these three appearances?

Well, the simplest explanation is... these three guys are the same person.

But this is too ridiculous, 100 years, who can live for so long?

Also, what does this painting mean?

Edwards was already in the police car and told the driver where the woman lived when she was a child: "Just go here, hurry up."

The sirens blared loudly, and a row of police cars quickly headed towards their destination.

...

At this moment, a small park.

This park was built more than 20 years ago. Originally, it was a wasteland with only a few households building houses here. However, due to urban planning, those houses were all demolished. In the following years, it was transformed into

garden.

And the maid who cleaned the orphanage lived here back then.

The place where his house used to be is now a flower bed.

And beside the flower bed, there was a person sitting.

It's the criminal wearing the mask.

He blew up a police station at noon today.

To be more precise, he blew up a room in the police station. Apart from the walls, windows, office work, and some documents, he only killed one policeman who deserved to be sentenced.

emmm...Although this policeman just killed a family and ran away, he just changed the information about the accident without authorization, so he shouldn't be sentenced to death.

Maybe he will just be imprisoned for 40 years, or 30 years, who cares.

Anyway, he's been blown to pieces now.

In fact, the man wearing the mask felt a little unhappy. For some reasons, he couldn't blow up the entire police station. But thinking about it on the other hand, blowing up the entire police station didn't seem to be interesting. It just made the sound louder.

, the smoke is just thicker.

"Gu~gu~gu~"

Some pigeons were digging for bread crumbs on the ground.

This is a very strange scene...

If it were summer or early autumn, if I were sitting in the park and feeding the pigeons some bread crumbs, no one would look at me in surprise, but it's winter now.

How could there be pigeons in the park during this season?

But those pigeons were jumping around there, using their sharp little mouths to chew the crumbs on the ground. The man in a purple suit got a piece of breakfast bread from nowhere, crushed it in boredom, and sprinkled it on the ground.

At this time, the sound of police sirens came from a distance. The weirdo looked in the direction of the sound, and then continued to lower his head as if nothing had happened, looking at the pigeons at his feet.

Soon, three or two police cars stopped, and seven or eight police officers got out of the car and quickly surrounded them with stun guns.

"Don't move!"

"Be honest!"

They shouted at the man feeding the pigeons.

The person feeding the pigeons did not stop what he was doing, but at the same time, he did not have any extreme reaction. He just continued spreading the bread. Seeing that the pigeon feeder did not seem to be able to resist, the police officers around him did not shout, "Put down the bread."

'Such strange words.

Soon, Edwards came out of the crowd.

He looked at the strange man sitting on the flower bed, and then at the dove at his feet.

Snow, bread crumbs, pigeons... This weird picture made him feel very uncomfortable, as if some common sense had been distorted around this man.

"Hello...I'm Benjamin Edwards. I saw your message."

Benjamin stepped forward. Along the way, he had been hesitating about what the painting from 30 years ago meant.

Could it be that someone wants to tell himself 30 years from now that he will meet a weirdo today, and then... go to the place where the painting was, and he will be able to find this weirdo.

And the person who left this painting is the weirdo himself...

Okay, okay, no matter what, this idea is too weird.

But what if the criminal is really found at the destination?

Edwards is a Sherlock-level detective. Although his ideas can be wild and unconstrained, he still finds it difficult to accept this setting.

Until...he actually saw the man feeding the pigeons with his own eyes.

"Hey hey hey - hello -" The man raised his head and finally said the first sentence. His voice was a bit shrill and not pleasant at all.

"Did you cause the explosion today?" Benjamin asked directly.

"Of course, haven't I already shown my face under the camera? Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you didn't recognize me because I'm wearing a mask now."

The man said apologetically, quickly took off his mask, and then gave Benjamin a very 'cute' smile.

Benjamin felt more and more weird...

What on earth is this guy going to do?

Does he really look like this?

What is the relationship between that painting and the legendary detective from 100 years ago and him?

Why is he waiting for me here?

Benjamin had so many questions that he didn't know where to start.

And in the end————

"What's your name?" He still asked the most popular question.

"Hey hey hey - what do you think you can do if you know my name?" The weirdo said with a smile. He grabbed a piece of bread with his hand and kept kneading it until it was kneaded into a small dough.

He threw it into his mouth again.

This behavior made Benjamin even more uncomfortable.

"I always need to know your name."

"Oh, but..." the man hesitated: "But I don't want to say it, because some people know who I am and some people don't, so if I just say it casually here

If you use my name, people who don't know me will feel like they have suffered a big loss."

"..." Benjamin frowned. He obviously didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he seemed to be sure that this guy's spirit was a little abnormal.

"Okay, next question, why did you want to bomb the police station?"

When I asked this question, all the police officers around were pointing stun guns at this weirdo... As long as he made the slightest dangerous move, a bunch of clickers would instantly knock him down.

"Oh, that's a good question, yes, why should I send a bomb to the police station?" The man scratched his head and seemed to be thinking hard.

A few seconds later.

"Ah, really, I can't remember it. I need to find something to help me recall it," he said.

"Help you remember?" Benjamin's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

"Hehehe, yes, I need a little atmosphere, otherwise I won't be able to remember." The weirdo said with a smile.

"Atmosphere?" Benjamin's pupils suddenly tightened, and he actually caught up with the other party's thoughts at this moment!
Chapter completed!