Cartman and Ray definitely have no reason to continue to reject Jones' suggestion.
On the way up the mountain, although he didn't say anything, Fu Qian, who continued to sit in the police car, could feel that the police chief's attitude was slightly kind.
It seems that after going through the previous crime scene investigation, in this person's mind, his suspicion index has dropped a little.
From a cold-blooded animal who killed someone and then covered up the crime, he has become a psychopath who can occasionally give valuable advice.
"After your wife drove out yesterday, where did you go?"
In an atmosphere that was even duller than before, Jones suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Harold and asked.
"I've been at home..."
"Can anyone prove it?"
"No one can prove it."
But it's just a little doubtful.
It’s hard to be clean before paying, so I continue to recharge my batteries.
"What is your purpose of coming here?"
The previous operations undoubtedly demonstrate considerable execution ability, which is far beyond what ordinary people can do.
If you take the initiative to tell him, he won't believe it, but if you hide it, he will try his best to find out if necessary.
"But it's cleaner than expected."
The unusual behavior of Cartman's group yesterday, as well as the fact that Cartman answered the phone and left at the dinner, made Fu Qian vaguely realize that something had indeed happened, and decided to use this method to throw out the name Lasik.
Doubts about oneself are even harder to establish for a while.
Fu Qian understood his mood very well.
"I haven't been out much all day."
"You know, young people always have some inexplicable ideas."
I was originally thinking of ways to make myself suspicious so that the name would gain more attention, but I didn't expect that Jones's mind-blowing ability was amazing and saved him a lot of effort.
As an experienced police chief, Jones obviously has a fine tradition in this line of questioning, which is to doubt everything.
Lei said very modestly from the side.
"kindness?"
Explain with a smile before paying.
"……very good!"
Arriving at the destination soon, after getting off the car, Jones looked at the yard and let out a long sigh.
People like him who think they can see through people with just one glance will not allow things they don't understand to exist within a certain scope.
"The two women inside don't seem to be able to confuse you."
If you want someone like Jones to help, it's almost impossible to ask directly. He won't do anything that he thinks is boring and unnecessary, so some special means are needed.
Because in his opinion, this was beyond his capabilities.
"Don't demonize me too much. In the final analysis, I am just a twenty-year-old young man."
Mrs. Jones was very sure that there was no one named Lasik in this place.
…
Should this intensity be just right?
As he watched the police car drive away, Fu Qian said silently in his heart.
“I haven’t been here for almost ten years, and it feels as gloomy as ever.”
"Oh, who is Rashik?"
In Jones' original judgment, this matter should be simple.
…
Jones stared at Fu Qian, not letting go of any of his reactions.
It was obvious that he had never encountered such a difficult guy before. Jones stared at him for a long time before choosing to directly call his younger brother and Harold down the mountain.
Faced with Jones' unprecedented stern look, Fu Qian's smile did not diminish and he did not deny it.
"It's just a casual question. It's not illegal to have a brain attack, right?"
"I talked to Mary, and obviously you asked strange questions after dinner last night."
Facing the horrifying Iron Maiden, this lady also remained silent for a long time.
…
Of course, he definitely didn't come here for nostalgia.
And in the end he got a negative answer.
Harold answered the Sheriff's questions fluently, but his mood sounded quite depressed. He was curled up in his seat, feeling quite lost.
kindness.
Next, as if he were revisiting his old place, he visited all the places in the building that showed traces of activity, including the collection in the basement.
Even if you assume that you are a cold-blooded beast, in an unfamiliar environment, it is already quite good to be able to find such a corpse hiding place, but it is almost impossible to do so while still raising suspicions.
"It's hard for me to imagine that someone like you would play such a boring holiday game."
Unfortunately, it turned out that not only was it empty, but no other traces were found around it.
After taking a look at Fran, Jones did not hesitate to praise him.
"Hormonal secretion is undoubtedly at its peak. Is there anything strange about going out with a group of peers to indulge?"
And this publicity obviously made other people look at Fu Qian even weirder.
Walking into the main entrance, he looked around casually.
It was nothing more than Mrs. Harold being hit by her car, and then in order to avoid responsibility, she hurriedly disposed of the body, and asked her partners to keep it a secret, pretending that nothing happened.
The search just now seemed to be based on this idea, and Jones firmly believed that the body was under the pile of branches and leaves.
"Yeah, good job."
Except for Fran, the other three people obviously didn't have a good rest yesterday. Soon everyone went back to their rooms, and no one even called them for lunch.
Last night, he did ask Mrs. Jones if she knew who Rasik was.
Jones was obviously still a little suspicious of the students' excessively clean cars. He probably followed here to see if there was anything unusual here.
Fu Qian said he was very much looking forward to what efforts this person would make in investigating the name Rasik next.
Lei seemed to understand his purpose and did not express any objection to it, and even took the initiative to introduce Fu Qian's feat of getting in.
Judging from the fact that Harold's body is still trembling slightly, it is even more likely that he hired someone to kill someone.
"It's all Fran's fault."
Having lived here for many years and her husband is a police sergeant, Mrs. Jones is the perfect person to understand this issue.
There was silence in the car again, and Jones did not continue to ask.
Later, Mrs. Harold's car was discovered, and the above situation was undoubtedly contrary to the speculation of a traffic accident.
After walking around for a while, Jones found nothing, so he found an opportunity to walk up to Fu Qian.
When his suspicion was lowered, he chose to ask Harold where he was yesterday, undoubtedly because of another possibility - that this man planned a series of events to kill his wife.
Jones obviously found it difficult to accept this.
Fu Qian was not too surprised by this result, and this was not his main purpose.
However, this peace did not last long. Just after noon, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Fu Qian stepped forward to open it and found Fran standing outside, with an indescribable expression on his face.
Seeing Fu Qian open the door, the man breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward, carefully lowering his voice.