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Chapter 647 The Old Road (5)

 In the light from the window, a cloud of smoke rose around Sheriff Jones.

And this person spoke in such a determined tone, it sounded like you had eaten two bowls of noodles.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

It was impossible for me to prove to myself that I really only ate one bowl before paying, so I immediately asked with a smile.

While responding, he even took a look at the equipment on this person - he had a baton, but no gun.

If the explanation is not clear, even if the police sergeant was on guard, he was still sure to knock him down and drive away before the people inside chased him out.

Of course, that is always the last resort and will greatly reduce the flexibility of follow-up actions. You should not do it unless you have no choice but to do it.

In addition, there is another point that can be made clear from what this person just asked.

The anomalies of the three Cartmans and the exceptionally clean car were definitely not due to overthinking.

"I have been a police officer for many years and have seen too many people."

It can be seen that Fran is fine, and Cartman and the other three are obviously somewhat resistant to this suggestion.

Aren't you afraid that you will really hit someone and kill someone, and you will only be as evil as you dare?

In the midst of emotion, he walked directly into the house without saying anything before paying.

Jones suddenly remembered something and pointed at Cartman and the others.

ah!

Mrs. Jones covered her mouth, obviously taken aback.

But now I still face the same problem as before - there is no sufficient reason for rejection.

First of all, it is impossible for him to drive away, because as long as he starts the car, he will definitely wake up people.

As for the evil that arises when one is brave?

Jones seemed careless. He was afraid that any disturbance in the house would not be hidden from him. If he did so, he would simply die too slowly.

"Then stay, the guest room is enough."

Even so, Fu Qian had no idea of ​​leaving secretly.

Mrs. Jones obviously also had this intention. She seemed very happy that her husband had taken the initiative and turned to look at her nephew enthusiastically.

"And considering that you just arrived today, the movement path is very clear, and it is too easy to check."

Being watched every move means that every behavior you perform will be analyzed in detail.

"I understand what you mean."

In fact, Fu Qian does not reject this misunderstanding.



Jones' words may seem casual, but they carry an irrefutable aura.

Jones finally turned to stare at him this time.

"It's a little late, and the way up the mountain is more dangerous. You can stay here tonight."

Fu Qian looked at Jones who was not in a hurry to enter the house and knew that he was letting him go ahead.

"Don't you think it's a little too clean for a long-distance travel car?"

After taking another puff and throwing the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground, Sheriff Jones returned to his lazy posture.

Being keen, stubborn, and extremely confident in one's own judgment has always been a common problem among veteran police officers, which makes no sense.

"It's too dark and it's not safe to go back. You'd better stay here tonight."

There's no point in pretending to be stupid in front of this kind of person.

As soon as Jones walked in the door, Mrs. Jones looked over immediately and asked with concern.

Jones looked nonchalant.

"But it was too late today. In the end, he accepted the suggestion and waited until tomorrow, by the way-"

There is no doubt that Mrs. Harold did not come home last night.

But there is a problem here. Just because you dare doesn’t mean you will definitely do it.

When faced with the questions ahead of him, Jones' tone was calm and dull, and he didn't even look at him head-on.

"Everything requires evidence."

"So before I left, I checked your car."

"How could it be! When did it happen?"

However, after the three people who were obviously guilty made eye contact without trace, no one declined in the end.

Is this not giving yourself a chance to escape?

This guy is so brave, using his own home as a detention center?

"Besides, don't worry, it's rare for Mary to be so happy. I don't want to spoil her fun. I can just do these things tomorrow. I'm old and can't stay up late anymore."

Jones, who had just gotten up, immediately grabbed a breakfast and got into the car. At the same time, he recruited the first five people as volunteers.

"You are the only one who dares to visit a policeman's house after you have done something."

Fu Qian nodded and asked naturally in a normal tone.

Such a helpful helper is hard to come by.

"Of course, if it turns out to be a misunderstanding and Mrs. Harold goes home tonight, that would be the best."



"Harold's wife appears to be missing."

"From the moment I walked in, I knew you were different from the others."

"Just today, it won't be long."

This means that there will be many opportunities to guide the police chief brother to find a certain person named Lasik.

"However, although your performance is excellent, I have seen the most crazed thugs, and they don't have your extremely calm attitude. But it is a pity that your companions exposed you."

Jones explained nonchalantly and went to get something to eat from the refrigerator.

"So the call you just answered was that someone was hit and killed?"

He was a middle-aged man who looked a little dull, short in stature, with a haggard look, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Early the next morning, a much younger police officer drove over to pick up Jones, and it was the first time that Fu Qian met the victim's family.

"What happened?"

As the number one suspect, Fu Qian was not given special arrangements. Instead, he followed him upstairs and became a neighbor with Fran.

"OK!"

“Don’t worry, the guest room is sufficient.”

Of course, Cartman and the other three are equally concerned.



It's neither necessary nor realistic to do that.

And if I only relied on two legs, where could I run in this remote place? On the contrary, I felt guilty.

"But Harold was obviously very anxious and couldn't wait to ask me to help find someone."

"I just felt strange when I walked in. I can't think of anything that could make a group of young people on vacation show such subconscious guilt."

"Although he has no other abilities, he can still see very accurately what a person can do."

Fu Qian analyzed all this with relish, listening to the people next door tossing and turning, full of expectations for tomorrow.

What an eye-catching person! Sure enough, a man as stylish as himself can be dazzling wherever he goes?

I sighed before paying.



Mrs. Jones obviously seemed a little resistant to this request, but since the group once again made no objections under Jones's gaze, she did not insist too much.

In the end, she just comforted everyone to relax and just enjoy the scenery along the way.

"Well, it's a bit crowded over there, so come to this car."

After the four Cartmans got into the car one by one, Jones said hello directly to Fu Qian, who was still standing outside.


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