The cold blooded murder....

"Its moist"  lee said slowly. "He has gone through this road. This moist substance has been clearly dropped by him. Constable, what would you deduce from all this?" His bright yellow eyes ran through constable Charlie's face. "Well, i would have told you this for hundred times now, but, you are the detective leonardo, I am just under your service." 

Leo gave him a reapproaching look. "Ah, tell me constable, do you think being under my service means to close your mind? A true man and detective would always observe the slightest thing and learn from others. I can clearly see you are not exerting much effort." 

The constable looked as if he had been slapped in the face. "I.. I believe that you misunderstood me. I meant that i was just waiting for you to give me a command to help." He said wiping the sweat off his face. Leo chuckled to himself. "Well then, if that is the whole matter, then it is of my pleasure to ask you to observe the street down there."

 Leo was pointing at a far away street. The constable looked at him in shock. " Goodness! May i ask what is exactly your intention? I do not think there is any reason for us to inspect this place here in the first place! Why would we inspect there? " He said pointing a shaking hand at the far away road. He tried as much as he can to hide away his frustration, but it just showed on his face.

Leo smiled at him then turned away looking down at the pile of garbage, inspecting it. The constable seemed on the verge of bursting. Why was Mr. leonardo Jonson so calm? "MR.LEONARDO! I... I would like you to explain me the whole thing! Why in the world are we searching here? The murder happens to occur INSIDE the house! We are just wasting our time! I thought bringing you here was a good idea, but you are just going to ruin my reputation! WOULD YOU PLEASE LISTEN?"

Leonardo looked at him quickly when he shouted, then turned back to his inspection. The constables mouth was hanging open. That was what happened when anybody shared a case with Mr. Leonardo Jonson. He did have a good reputation as an excellent detective, but most people did not stand his over calmness.

He was a very big fan of Sherlock Holmes, and seemed to try to follow his methods. He did resemble him in many things. His deep thoughts and love of observation were the two traits that made him famous for being a weirdo.

Leo was still holding his magnification lense and observing the mud intently. After half an hour, he gave a cry of satisfaction. He smiled mischievly , then aware of the constable watching him, he placed the lense in his jeans pocket. "Ah , I've understood a few facts of this secret murder. We will just have to do a few things before revealing the murderer. Your part is to go to that street and inspect it. I would wish you to do so at midnight. You would find me awaiting you there. I hope you wil bring your revolver, we will have a little adventure then. From what i observed, i understood that he would not hand in himself without a little fight.  Meanwhile, i am going on a little trip. See you at midnight constable! "

Leo made a little bow then went on his way, leaving the constable swimming through his thoughts, trying to get everything Leonardo had just told him, together. Did he speak of a revolver and a little adventure? Is this man mad? The constable was trying to understand how this mad man got his reputation as a world wide detective, but just thought of it as a big mistake. He held a hand to his forehead and pulled it down his face, why is he always stuck with weirdos? 

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