Just like when passing by during the day, the gate of Herbert Manor was closed. The cold iron fence and well-trained security guards made this place, which accounts for about 2% of the entire Cochicoti Island, seem inaccessible.
This is the only place on the island that is more luxurious than the Alfred Hotel; even across Western Europe, the reputation of "Herbert House" is second to none.
Of course, the civilians on the island usually don't have the opportunity to go in as guests. At most, they just go in to work...
"Hello, what can I do?"
When Sam and Feng Bujue arrived at the gate of the manor, the security guard at the guard box immediately asked in a stereotyped tone.
Even though the security guard wanted to appear calm, Feng Bujue noticed something strange about the man's expression at a glance.
Everyone can lie, but not everyone knows how to lie; most people can control the tone and wording when lying, but some subtle expressions and small movements are difficult for people to control... and excellent people
Detectives can often use these details as a breakthrough.
"You don't know me?" Sam didn't answer the other party's question. He just raised the brim of the hat on his head, took a few steps forward, and put his face into the light.
"You are..." The change in the security guard's expression showed that he recognized Sam.
"I have something to do with John, please let me know." Sam said directly before he could finish his words.
"This..." the security guard hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Okay... please wait a moment."
After saying that, he picked up the intercom phone on the table, pressed the speed dial button, and turned the armchair under him half a circle, ready to talk to someone.
"The police are already here." Almost at the same time that the security guard turned around, Feng Bujue lowered his voice and whispered to Sam.
"What?" Hearing this, Sam still looked quite surprised. He immediately glanced at the manor through the fence, but in the night, he couldn't see the lights of the police car at all.
"No need to look for it, he didn't call the police." Feng Bujue knew what Sam was looking for, so he answered.
"But you said the police are already here?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"If you were John, after encountering some unexpected situation..." Brother Jue slowly continued, "You would directly call the police and have a team of police cars drive into your car with their sirens blaring.
Where is the front door... Or should I call the phone on the police chief’s desk and ask him to bring some men over to take a low-key look?”
His words suddenly enlightened Sam.
Even Sam himself laughed in his heart: "Huh... What was I thinking? The person who had the accident was John Herbert..."
No matter how advanced the system of human society has developed, the phenomenon of "a small number of people with more resources will have privileges" cannot be eliminated.
As the "island owner" of Kochikoti Island, John Herbert naturally does not need to follow any regular procedures. As long as he has not reached the end of his rope, he will never let a team of law enforcement vehicles
With their horns honking and lights on, they drove into his house in a line.
At least on this island, John will not leave behind the kind of facts that people can "point fingers" at behind his back.
"Uh..." Not long after, the security guard's call ended. He turned around and paused for a second before speaking, as if he was thinking about how to address Sam in front of him, "Mr. Herbert, you...
..." He glanced at Brother Jue next to Sam again, "...you and your friends can go in, the police chief is waiting for you..."
Having said that, he pressed the button on the console at hand and opened the door to the manor.
Sam was not polite to the other party, didn't even say thank you, and turned around to leave. However, when Feng Bujue passed by the security guard, he tilted his head and gave the security guard a bewildered smile, as if to apologize for his companion's rudeness.
"Feel sorry".
In this way, the two people quickly passed through the gate and walked along a gravel path (the gravel path is for people to walk on, and the driveway next to it is an asphalt path) towards the mansion in the manor.
The road is neither long nor short, and there are street lights along the way, but they still cannot illuminate every part of this open land clearly.
"By the way, Feng." After taking a few steps, Sam thought of something, "You still didn't tell me...how did you know that the police had arrived?"
"Of course it was through the observation of the security guard." Feng Bujue replied.
"Oh?" Sam glanced sideways at Brother Jue, "What have you observed?"
"First of all, judging from his face and age, this is obviously a security guard who works night shift for a long time." Feng Bujue didn't mind telling his reasoning process.
"I understand the expression... but is there any direct correlation between age and night shift?" Sam's thinking was not slow and he immediately raised another question.
"Of course..." Feng Bujue replied in a very normal tone, "Everyone is willing to put young, good-looking security guards on their posts during the day, because there are many people coming and going during the day, so they can be more energetic.
The security guard can support the appearance; in addition, there are many things during the day. If there are some troubles that the young people cannot handle, everyone is awake anyway, and the young people can call their superiors at any time.
"However, at night, a 'single-person post' like this must be guarded by an older and experienced staff member; people of this age are more secure in handling matters, and if something goes wrong, they have a certain degree of protection.
The ability to handle it alone. Moreover...the workload at night is small, and it is even possible to have nothing to do all night, so it is just right for people who are approaching retirement to do it."
"Oh..." Sam nodded, "You know a lot about this business."
"I know many industries very well." Feng Bujue said, "From the low-level service industries, to the middle-level transactional industries, to the high-end creative industries... My profession requires me to understand 'people' and how to interact with them.
Everything that is closely related to 'people'...Obviously, 'career' is a very important part of it."
"Huh?" Sam couldn't help asking when he heard this, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked yet... what do you do?"
"Detective." Feng Bujue replied these two words simply, and added a second later, "Maybe it's not appropriate for me to say this myself, but I must add one more...a very outstanding person."
The detective."
When he finished speaking, Sam's reaction... was as wonderful as Brother Jue expected.
This dear fellow took a breath that could hardly be concealed, and his face suddenly turned pale, and even his walking steps could not help but become disordered.
At this moment, Sam has begun to regret... He regrets that he found such an "alibi", and even more regrets that he brought this "friend" to the scene of the crime.
