I Rely on Mental Illness to Solve Mysteries

Easy version—— "Detective Anthony, is there any secret to your ability to solve crimes?" Facing the adoring eyes of his teenage partner, Anthony pointed to his head with a smile and replied with a smile: "Of course, this is where I rely on to solve the case." "Oh, I understand, it depends on logical reasoning, right?" "No, I rely on my brain to be sick." ? Serious version—— In 1985, the city I was assigned to was rated as the worst area in Sunderland. Violent crime was rampant and sugar dealers were rampant. The people inside all live like ghosts. They calculate, they peep, they hold on to some pitiful fantasies and hopes, and then their spines are crushed by greater deception. But soon, the city became a model city for the country. Because, I left hell in two steps and came back here again.