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Fein frowned, deep in thought. "Well, for starters, there's no sign of forced entry. The door and windows are all intact, and there are no marks or scratches on them. That means whoever did this either had a key or knew the code to the security system."

The officer nodded slowly. "Okay, but we already checked the security footage. There was no one else in or out of the house around the time of the incident."

"Right," Fein said, rubbing his chin. "So that means whoever did this either had already been in the house, or they found another way to get in that we don't know about yet."

He turned his attention to the surrounding houses, his eyes scanning the windows and doors. "Now, let's look at the neighbors. Did anyone hear or see anything suspicious?"

The officer shook his head. "No, we've talked to everyone on this block. No one saw or heard anything out of the ordinary."

Fein's eyes narrowed as he looked back at the boarded-up house. "That's interesting. If the perpetrator had a key or code to the security system, then it's possible they could have been living in this house for some time."

He walked around the perimeter of the house, his gaze focused on the ground. "And look at the grass here. It's overgrown and hasn't been tended to in weeks. If someone was living here, they would have at least mowed the lawn."

The officer looked impressed. "You know, you're pretty good at this."

Fein smirked. "I have my moments. Now, let's take a closer look at the security system. There might be something there that we missed."

They made their way back to the house, Fein leading the way. He examined the security system closely, checking for any signs of tampering. After a few minutes, he let out a triumphant grin.

"Here it is," he said, pointing to a small chip inside the system. "This is a special kind of chip that's used by the military for covert operations. Whoever did this was a professional, and they knew how to cover their tracks."

The officer looked impressed. "So, what's our next move?"

Fein looked up at the boarded-up house, his eyes darkening. "We need to find out who did this, and bring them to justice."

As Fein continued to explain his deductions to the police and the neighbors gathered around, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. It had been a while since he had the chance to use his deductive skills, and he relished the opportunity to showcase them.

"Based on the evidence and what we know about the neighborhood, there are three possible suspects," Fein said, his voice calm and confident. "First, there's Mrs. Wilson, who has a history of being aggressive towards her neighbors. Second, there's Mr. Johnson, who has a gambling addiction and is in debt to some unsavory characters. And finally, there's Mr. Thompson, who has been acting strangely since his wife passed away last month."

Fein's words caused a murmur of surprise and interest among the gathered crowd. The police officer nodded, impressed with Fein's reasoning. "Go on," he said.

Fein continued, "However, after a closer examination of the evidence, I can eliminate Mrs. Wilson as a suspect. Her movements were accounted for during the time of the murder. That leaves us with Mr. Johnson and Mr. Thompson."

Suddenly, there was a gasp from the crowd. Fein had just revealed the first plot twist.

"But here's where it gets interesting," Fein continued. "I noticed a strange pattern in the footprints found at the crime scene. The pattern matched the shoes worn by Mr. Johnson, but there was also an additional set of footprints that belonged to a woman. Based on the size and shape, I would say it was someone with a small frame."

Another gasp went through the crowd. Fein had just revealed the second plot twist.

"But here's the kicker," Fein said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I found a strand of hair at the scene that doesn't belong to anyone in this neighborhood. It's a rare type of hair that's only found in one percent of the population. And guess who matches that description?"

Fein looked at the police officer, who was now leaning forward in anticipation. "Mr. Thompson," Fein said, a triumphant smile on his face. "He had a connection to the victim and was seen near the scene of the crime around the time of the murder."

The crowd erupted into murmurs of shock and disbelief. Fein had just revealed the third and final plot twist.

Fein walked everyone through his thought process and provided evidence to back up his claims. He showed them how he deduced that Mr. Johnson had been the one to kill the neighbor, and the three plot twists that he had revealed only added to the mounting evidence against Mr. Johnson.

As Fein finished his explanation, the crowd was left in stunned silence. It was clear that he had solved the case, and even the police officers were impressed. Suddenly, Mr. Johnson stood up and tried to make a run for it, but he was quickly apprehended by the police.

The neighborhood was in shock as they watched Mr. Johnson being taken away in handcuffs. They had never suspected him before, but Fein's deductive reasoning had uncovered the truth. The police officers thanked Fein for his help, and he was praised by the neighbors for his impressive detective work.

"Wait... It's weird. I think that guy looks a bit familliar!"

"Huh? Now that you've said it, it seems he really looks familiar?"

Suddenly, the face of one of the middle-aged man on the crown turned to that of a shock. "T-this... It seems he looks like Lord Fein."

"Damn! How could it be!? We were just talking with Lord Fein just now!?"

As the commotion died down and the crowd dispersed, Fein couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had used his knowledge and skills to solve a crime and bring justice to the victim's family. He knew that he had a talent for deduction, and he couldn't wait to use it again in the future.