"I don't know what this Gin Shena means, but I found out what shena is."
Wearing a gas mask that made her voice unusually muffled, Sandy said this as she held up her phone for everyone to see, turning it around to show them the Wikipedia entry on the screen.
Well, for top detectives, intelligence and information were all stored in their brains. Batwoman, Bobo, and even Constantine were all like that.
Whenever they spotted a clue, it was like a flash of lightning crackling through their minds. They would instantly recall the relevant knowledge and solve the case on the spot.
But not everyone could manage something so inhuman. A person's energy and memory had limits; ordinary people could not discover a clue and immediately connect it to a huge amount of related information.
All they could do was record it first, then look through documents and reference materials, or seek help from professionals.
Times were different now. With useful things like phones, many detectives and police officers no longer had to travel all over the place. They could obtain the information they needed directly at the crime scene.
And phones could scan and recognize text, so there was no need to worry about encountering words they could not read.
Jay had mispronounced shena just now. It was not supposed to be pronounced in English, but in Sanskrit: āaka.
It had two meanings. One referred to a particular kind of special clothing, something like Greek-style bedsheets worn as clothing with a scarf added on.
The other referred to "contemplation" or "the Buddha's body," followed by a whole pile of vague, mystical religious terminology. Though the abstract concepts described in English were nearly incomprehensible, they were full of Zen flavor.
"I think I understand. If we add the earlier modifier,