Brain training

[Бюро Рысь]

Our friend, a newly minted businessman, the professor cleverly drove away in his letter.
And Aniskin, as an experienced specialist in his field at the moment, caught the encryption and poured it into the duty room. : lol:: lol:: lol:: lol:

Is everything right, has it just been encrypted there? Verbatim?

 

[Игорь Эдуардович]

Indicated address - Gagarin's house 7?

 

[Бюро Рысь]

Indicated address - Gagarin's house 7?

Bravo!

 

[Бюро Рысь]

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After receiving a message that a gray Chevrolet with a number starting at six shot down a woman and disappeared, Inspector Werner and Sergeant Fitt drove to Mr. Nielender’s villa, whose car seemed to fit the description. In less than half an hour, as they were in place.

A gray Chevrolet stood in front of the house. Seeing the police, the owner went down to them right in his pajamas.

“I didn’t go anywhere today,” he said, after listening to the inspector. “Yes, and I could not: yesterday I lost the ignition key, and the new one will be ready only on Friday.”

Fitt, meanwhile having time to inspect the car, whispered to the inspector:

- Apparently, he is telling the truth. There are no signs of a collision on the machine.

The inspector, leaning on the hood of the car, replied:

- This does not mean anything, the blow was not strong, because the victim is alive. And your alibi, Mr. Nielender, seems to me extremely suspicious. Where did you hide the ignition key and why are you trying to hide from me that you just arrived here in this very car?

What gave the inspector a reason to suspect Nilender of a lie?

 

[Игорь Эдуардович]

The hood of the car was warm !!! So the car was working recently!

 

[Бюро Рысь]

The hood of the car was warm !!! So the car was working recently!

And that is the correct answer.

 

[Бюро Рысь]

Pronin listened carefully to his interlocutor.

- Misfortune! A terrible misfortune! A valuable specimen burned - “Woe from Wit”, with notes, perhaps, of Griboedov himself!

- Calm down, and let's take it one after another. What is this book and what happened to it?

- This is not even a book, but a manuscript. Bound manuscript. Samizdat of the 19th century. I begged her in the rare books department, I wanted to read pencil notes in the margins. And then she died!

I, you see, wear very strong glasses. But there was a small text, and they prevented me from reading. I took them off and laid them on the windowsill. It was a sunny day, and I worked by the window to make it brighter. The phone rang - he stands in the next room. This was a colleague, we discussed with him some cases of the use of the letter Ѣ in the texts of the 17th century lubok. The fact is that E and Ѣ ...

- About this sometime after. So what happened to the manuscript?

- She burned! When I returned, a fire was burning on the windowsill! Probably the glasses of glasses collected the sun's rays, and they set fire to old, dry paper! I managed to knock the flames off the curtains, but the book died! What a sorrow!

- Really grief. Woe from the mind. But you are too smart, professor. Let's return the book to the owners and forget about the attempt to replenish the collection of rarities dishonestly ...

Why did Pronin accuse the professor of lying?

 

[Игорь Эдуардович]

I know the answer, since I have encountered this puzzle before. Therefore, I will remain silent and leave the solution to the puzzle to my colleagues.

 

[Детектив-Юг]

I know the answer, since I have encountered this puzzle before. Therefore, I will remain silent and leave the solution to the puzzle to my colleagues.

We will wait for the most erudite and attentive.
And it seems to me that he himself burned, and maybe not a manuscript, but just mukkulatura, and Pronin hangs noodles on his ears.

 

[Бюро Рысь]

I know the answer, since I have encountered this puzzle before. Therefore, I will remain silent and leave the solution to the puzzle to my colleagues.

We will wait for the most erudite and attentive.
And it seems to me that he himself burned, and maybe not a manuscript, but just mukkulatura, and Pronin hangs noodles on his ears.

Naturally he set fire to himself, but I would like to know why Pronin decided so. Who knows the task, he is silent, and who is not, he thinks and writes the answer.