University of Nandamuk - Scientific Detective

In the dark, narrow front room of a house in the Lambeth district of London, a man was eating breakfast and reading the Morning Star. He was small and slender, and his hair was carefully arranged in waves. His dark beard was neatly trimmed to a sharp point at the tip, which was a beautiful sight.

He was dressed in a dark blue coat, a dark blue tie, dark blue socks, and a dark blue handkerchief to match his dark blue suit. Only his shoes were brown.

He did not look like a gentleman, but his appearance showed that he was well-versed in the customs of a respectable family. He looked like a skilled servant at the breakfast table he had prepared himself. His manner as he cut up a plate of pork and served it was that of a high-class chef.

However, he was not a waiter who had retired from work because he had grown old. In fact, he was more like a male servant who had inherited something from someone and had now become wealthy.

He was reading a paragraph from the Dawn newspaper with interest as he ate his ham and sipped a cup of coffee.

" The Will of Duke Peter Winchester"

He donated ten thousand pounds and gave all the rest of his belongings to his servant.

"I have been informed yesterday that the will of the late Duke Peter Winchester, who died in December last while hunting game in Tangier, Africa, was left £500,000, of which £10,000 was to be set aside as a gift, and that the Duke's servant, Marvin Banta , was allowed to draw £500 a year. He was also allowed to inherit the house in Piccadilly, where the Duke himself lived , and that the Duke's other property, valuable books and paintings, were to be left to the Duke's mother, the Duchess of Dundee."

"The Duke of Peter (M) C. was only 35 years old when he died. The Duke was the younger brother of the present Duke of Danton, one of the richest noble families in England. He was a great criminal psychologist and had personally participated in the solving of some famous cases. He was a great collector of books and a great friend." When he finished reading the above news, he sighed with relief. Then he shouted again.

"This matter is no longer a concern. People don't give away their belongings when they go somewhere and come back. This person is dead and buried. I have become a free man, haven't I?"

He finished his coffee, cleared the table, washed the dishes, and then put on a hat and went outside.

He took a bus to the "Bermonceux" neighborhood and walked through dark alleys for about fifteen minutes. Then he entered a shabby bar that was open in the slums and ordered two glasses of whiskey.

The bar had just opened, but the older generation of people who wanted to drink had already arrived early, even before the bar opened, following the alcoholic slogan: “A man who doesn’t drink and eat will be cursed by his wife. A man who drinks and eats will be cursed by his wife.”

Approaching the "zoe babas" gathered at the entrance of the shop, the man from Lambert reached out to pick up his glass of wine and bumped into the elbow of another man. The man was wearing a shiny suit and a black tie.

"Here...my people, what are you doing here for? I don't want to see people like you here, leave now..."

The man in the black tie roared and grabbed the green-faced visitor by the chest and pushed him.

"A liquor store is a pump house, a public house is for everyone, right?"

The green-faced guest bit back his lip, and his hand pushed back.

"Don't do this, that guy didn't push you on purpose... mister."

The girl selling alcohol said this to the teacher in a black tie.

"He doesn't do it... If he doesn't do it, I'll do it. What happens..."

Mr. Ju is even harassing the bar clerk again.

"I don't like this kind of early morning fighting in our shop. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The little girl shook her head and hit him back.

"It was an accident because of me. I'm a man who has lived in big houses. I'm not the type to cause trouble like this. But if anyone bothers me..."

Before the teacher from Lambert could finish speaking, Mr. Jack entered in a calm voice and spoke.

"Okay... okay. I don't want to make you look bad either. I just want to tell you to think about your behavior the next time you come here. Okay... tell me what you want to drink."

Mr. Jack invited the green-faced guest to drink.

"Not yet, I'll be punished for this. I'm sorry I pushed you. I didn't do it on purpose. But I don't like you being so angry."

"Don't talk about this anymore, I'll give you this drink. Now... come on, let's go sit in a quiet place."

The mister ordered more whiskeys and led the man from Lambert to a table in the corner of the waiting room.

"You're acting so well. It's quite spicy."

If you sit at the corner table, the person sitting next to you will tell you.

"I don't think there's any danger here. But I can't be too complacent either. Now...how about that? Have you decided to work with us...Mr. Ja..."

"Yes, sir...I have decided."

The man from Lambert, known as Mr. Roger, looked back uneasily and said.

“If there is no danger to me and everything is in place, I will participate with you. I am not afraid to inform you. But if it is a task that requires me to participate myself, I cannot take responsibility, you understand.”

"Even if you want to do it, you won't be allowed to do it. No. 1 only gives the task to someone who is already an expert in his field. Your task is to tell them where the materials are and how to get them. The rest of the practical work is the responsibility of the team. This team is a well-organized team. You don't know who is leading this team or who is involved. You don't know, and the other team members don't know you. Only No. 1 knows you. He knows every member of the team.

"So you know me too?"

Roger asked Mr.

"I know, but I'll just ignore it. But I'll be sent to another district. If you and I meet here today, we won't have to meet again. We'll only have the chance to meet at the various meetings. But at that meeting, everyone will be wearing masks, so we won't be able to recognize each other." "Now...continue talking."

Roger urged with interest. “The procedure is, first, you will be taken to Number (1). He will look at you, but you will not see him. If he thinks you are suitable, he will accept you as a member of the team and tell you where to report. There will be a group meeting every fortnight and a general meeting every three months, where each member will be called by number and given his share.”

"Well... okay, if two team members are assigned to the same task, won't they both know each other?"

"If the work was to be done during the day, they would both be disguised so that even their fathers wouldn't recognize them. But the work was mostly done at night..."

"I understand. But what if someone follows me, finds out about my house, and hands me over to the police?"

"I assure you, this is impossible. Anyone with such a crazy idea would have to spend a lot of time in the river before they could report it to the police. I want you to believe that Number 1 knows every member of the group."

"Oh.. so who is number 1?"

"There are many people who would pay any price to find out who is number one."

"So no one knows number 1"

"No one knows, Number 1 is a very remarkable man. You can tell by his manner and the way he works that he is a gentleman of honor. I want you to know that this man has one head but many eyes. I want you to remember that his arm is as long as England and Australia. I don't think anyone else knows about him except Number 2. I doubt even this woman would know everything about Number 1."

"So there are women on the team, right?"

Mr. Rogers asked, looking surprised.