Mya Than Tint - One Hundred Years of Detective Stories 3

It was a very hot night in London. We had to sleep with the skylights open in our art studio in the city. We thought it was good to get some air even if it was blown down by the wind. It was so stuffy all over London that we couldn't sleep. The early evening papers had stories of murder - and I had read about it since the three o'clock paper arrived. I was reading the paper idly. My eyelids were heavy and I wanted to sleep, but the printed letters were blurry.

The incident was not strange. It seemed quite ordinary to me. When I had read half of it, I threw the newspaper to Albert Campion. Albert Campion, who had just returned from lunch, was sitting quietly in the parlor, in the heat of the day. His eyes were twinkling behind his glasses.

The newspapers headlined the murder as the “ Kokok Shooting.” The story goes that a policeman on duty along the Packers Road in north-east London, early that morning, saw a man staggering and collapsing in the street. It had been a hot night and the policeman thought he had fainted from the heat, so he untied the man’s tie and called an ambulance.

However, when the ambulance arrived, the man was already dead and the body was taken to the morgue. He died from a gunshot wound between the shoulder blades. The bullet entered his body and pierced his left lung. It then passed through his heart and lodged in his chest. However, the police did not hear anything, so it is believed that he was shot from a distance with a silenced gun.

Even though Albert Campion was reading the news, he was not interested. Despite the heat and humidity, the incident was nothing special. Campion sat cross-legged on the floor and read the newspaper without any interest.

"They're dying like this, it's not so strange," he said, and was silent for a while. Then

“The place I want is a real place. It’s called Besin Street, right? Have you ever been there?”

I didn't answer his question. I was saddened by the death of a person.

After a while, Stan Lee arrived and explained the case in detail. Lee had come to see Campion at around four in the evening. At that time, Lee was a detective and would often come to Campion to help him when he had a problem. The relationship between the two was a very strange one. Campion was a casual detective and Lee was a seasoned detective, but they treated each other with respect.

The crack is caused by a great urgency,

' It's something that happened near you. It's a very strange thing .'

Saying this, the brick sat down in the chair.

"The two of them sat in silence for a long time, unable to speak due to the heat. The brick

"The case is a low-level crime. Gangs are fighting each other. You might be interested. But I'm not interested. First, the person accused of murdering someone is not the type of person to do this. Second, I made a mistake in my calculations about the girl. These two things are why I'm interested in this case. These girls are just like that. You can never be too sure."

He told me about a girl named Ok Kajou Sefin. I myself have never seen the girl he is talking about. We are just listening to what the Insaktaaw Khu says.

According to Og, the girl named Josephine was a girl from the house of a chief named Novan. She was thin, flat-chested, had dark hair, and a long face. She wore shirts and often wore gold, gold crosses, and gold brooches. She was about twenty years old.

Donovan is about thirty-five years old and has served ten years in prison. He served ten years for robbery. When he was released, he met the girl, who was only sixteen, and he has been keeping her since then.”

We listened to him with interest. Meanwhile, Oak continued to talk about Johnny Gill. Johnny was the name of the deceased.

According to him, Johnny and Josephine are in love.

I'm not that imaginative, but looking at their love, I realized that love is a very powerful thing.

The inspector interrupted, smiling.

Women's minds. How strange it is that when Johnny, who he loves, died, he came to the autopsy to see the body. But the murderer who killed Johnny said that the murderer was not here at that time and gave the murderer a chance. Let it go, his testimony is not that important. What I want to say is that women are strange."

Campion became interested.

Tell me the details, kids. We only read the evening newspaper. The evening edition is not very complete. The inspector looked at him with disappointment... - It's very disappointing to talk about this.

The incident is nothing new, but it's difficult to be new, so I came to you to see the place where I was buried with you, can you take a look?

Everyone was quiet because the heat was so intense. The old man picked up a stick of dirt and crouched down on the chair where he usually sat to show off his body.

"That's almost a mile of vacation road. There are only big warehouses around that road. The place I'm showing you now is a big sand pit, that big science is a place that divides two neighborhoods where there are more than two police stations. There's a sand pit and a policeman on this side and a policeman on that side. Go about ten yards to the left and you'll see a fire.

When you reach Dengyin Road, it is a narrow alley with large warehouses on either side of the road .

At the end of that street there was a small tea shop. The tea shop was a light shop. There were two big printing houses nearby. The workers used to come and drink tea there. The tea shop was an official business. In fact, the tea shop was Nono Banshu’s headquarters, his crime headquarters. Josephine used to sit there. The girl used to sit there all day. If you look at her, you can always see her sitting there.”

The brick stopped talking. As I listened to his words, I forgot about the hot, humid night and imagined the shopkeeper Josephine he was talking about.

After a while, the inspector continued speaking.

There's a little loft upstairs in that tea shop, on the second floor, that's where our friend Konovan camped in the evenings. He also has his friends, so we'll just go and arrest him.

' ;

The inspector looked at the sketch he had drawn, then stood about a foot away from the sand-shaped bench and circled it with the ground.

The police were right here where Johnny was dead. From there, Johnny was near a lamppost and he saw him fall. So he called the police station in the other block and called an ambulance. So far, no problem. Easy. But there's one thing to consider. First of all, where was Donovan when he was shot, and from where did he shoot? There were two policemen in the street at the time. You should be aware of that. When the shooting started, there was a policeman on Newtree Street who was walking around the warehouse. But the policeman on Philip Cote Street was within earshot. He was only about forty yards away. He was the only one who saw Johnny fall. So he didn't hear the gunshots, so... So what I want to know is, where did the gun come from? There was no place to hide in the street. When did Donovan leave the tea shop, how did he get out, and how did he get back into the tea shop? The walls of the warehouses on either side of the building were thick concrete, so he couldn't climb up from the side. It was impossible to climb from the roof. The warehouses were tall, the tea shop was like a lifeboat, and the warehouses were like big ferries, so he shot Johnny with a gun. Jun Taw couldn't think of this.

"I think it's because he didn't throw it," I said. The brick looked at me with pity and

I know Donovan well, he's the only Englishman who carries a gun. Donovan spent five years in New York with his gang. After he's done something like that, he's pretty quiet and doesn't do anything good anymore. Johnny is one of his gang members, and Johnny's not only having sex with the girl, he's also been a gang member, so from Donovan's perspective, he's been double-crossed. He's also been robbed of the girl. He's been betrayed, so it's worth it."

The brick paused and smiled.

So from Donovan's perspective, Johnny had to be killed, not killed, now or later, he had to choose the right time, all his gang members were expecting Johnny to be killed. The gang was also waiting to see how he would handle Johnny's case. Donovan also warned Johnny not to come into the shop again, that this would be his last visit. So Johnny came in the next morning, and when the girl saw Johnny, she told him to leave quickly. Johnny came out of the alley. At the crossroads, he turned and walked along the road. While he was walking like this, Donovan shot him. There was no other way for Campion, it had to be this way, the doctor had to die on the spot. The dead man was shot and could not walk more than three or four steps, and he fell down, The bullet hit him straight in the back.