"Wow... this... is quite surprising.?" After a few seconds, Sam continued with a slightly exaggerated expression, "I don't know anyone who is a detective."
"This is normal. Private detectives are an unpopular profession nowadays." Feng Bujue said, "After all, today's criminal investigation technology is advanced, and the police in most countries are also very good." He responded casually, and then brought the topic back.
, "Speaking of the police... Where did I come from..." He paused, and then said, "Oh... By the way, in addition to what I just said, there are actually many signs that can prove that the security guard
He works the night shift for a long time. If you are used to observing like me, you will find that the thermos bottle in his hand, his collar, and chin... all point to the same conclusion; of course, the most obvious evidence is his
This uniform was taken out from the only dry cleaner on the island this evening..."
Brother Jue said and smiled: "The laundry tag is still in his jacket pocket, and a small part of it is exposed, but he obviously didn't notice it."
When Sam heard this, he couldn't help but swallowed... Although he couldn't verify whether Brother Jue's reasoning was correct, judging from the latter's confident attitude in talking about it, the words "very outstanding" did not seem to be a boast.
of.
On the other side, Brother Jue, with his powerful ability to observe words and emotions, has clearly understood Sam's inner changes, but he still has no intention of revealing it, and just continues to say as if nothing has happened: "Then the question is... why did he do this?
Didn't he notice? Did he forget it for a moment? Or... he is a very careless person?" Feng Bujue asked himself and answered, "No, he is not. His age and position indicate that he is not.
, but he just ignored this little thing today. Why? In my opinion, the biggest possibility is...Today, just when he came to work and just changed his clothes, something happened...
… Some very urgent and major situations left him no time to worry about other trivial matters.”
"You mean... the police came just after he changed into his uniform and sat down?" Sam followed Brother Jue's train of thought.
"The attendance sheet on the wall behind him records the time the security guards go to and from get off work. If I read it correctly... the night shift security guard's duty hours are from 11:40 to 7:40 the next morning. Feng Bujue continued, "Old employees like him usually arrive at work a little early. If nothing unexpected happens, he should come to take over at 11:30 or even earlier; assuming that the incident happened at When you called...that is, around eleven o'clock...then the time from John's psychological struggle to the time he called the police chief and then the chief rushed over was just right."
At this point in their conversation, the gravel road, which was neither long nor short, was over.
When they arrived at the door of Herbert's mansion, a man who looked to be in his fifties and had gray hair on his temples came up to them.
"Long time no see, Sam." Judging from the unceremonious tone of this man's words, he was probably not from the Herbert family. "You have changed so much, I almost don't recognize you anymore."
"But you seem to be the same as before, Mr. Sheriff." When Sam responded to the other party, his tone was also unkind.
Just from this meeting, it can be seen that these two people have not been very happy in the past.
"Hmph..." The police chief snorted coldly, and then shifted his gaze to Feng Bujue, "So... who is this?"
"This Mr. Feng is my friend." Sam said, "It just so happens..." His tone changed slightly, "... He is also a detective. I think he should be able to help with tonight's matter.
"
"Detective?" The police chief raised his eyebrows and squinted at Brother, his eyes full of disdain, "Huh... Private detective, right..." He shrugged, "I don't think these guys who make a living by following and secretly taking photos of extramarital affairs can give
What 'help' do we professionals provide?"
His sarcasm was quite sharp, and his tone also revealed an inexplicable sense of superiority and contempt for the person in front of him.
And Feng Bujue... As a person who says, "If someone doesn't offend me, I might be a bit mean to others out of interest." When faced with this kind of provocation that comes to him, he is naturally very willing to fight back.
"What the police chief said is true..." Brother Jue barely thought about it and opened his mouth, "We private detectives are best at secretly taking photos of extramarital affairs." His eyes moved slowly, his expression and tone were rude.
The value also rose sharply, "Judging from the traces of a ring on the ring finger of your left hand and the shabby clothes, you must have had contact with one of my colleagues; well... considering that you
In your profession, after the evidence of cheating is caught, the possibility of filing a lawsuit is close to zero, so you can only accept all the unreasonable demands made by the woman’s lawyer... If nothing else, the high alimony after divorce will make your current
Life is miserable, and in order to relieve this dual financial and mental pressure...it is a good choice to work as a dog leg for some chaebols, or to act like a grassroots civil servant on a small island with a bigger butt.
"
"You...you..." In the middle of this sentence, our police chief was already blushing with anger. By the time Brother Jue finished speaking, the police chief was already in a state of anger.
He looked like he wanted to pull out a gun and hit someone.
There was a reason for his anger. Every sentence Feng Bujue reasoned out, those vicious words were like bullets, each one directly hitting the Sheriff's fragile self-esteem.
"Don't put on such a scary face, Mr. Sheriff." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spread his hands and said with a smile, "I was just joking... Haha... But I think you are already aware of it at this moment.
I have a certain understanding of my level as a detective and my 'terrifying personality charm' as a person, so I believe you won't care about a 'non-professional' like me."
"Uh..." The police chief groaned like a beast in his throat. Although he wanted to do it, because what Brother Jue said was all true, the police chief could not find any "explosive point" other than getting angry and angry. He was helpless.
, he could only suppress his anger and snorted in a low voice, "Humph... you smart guy..."
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled easily, pretending that he didn't hear anything, and said, "Okay, without further ado, let's go in together and see what happened."
With that said, he exchanged glances with Sam, motioned for the other to follow, and then walked towards the door of the mansion.
Unexpectedly, the police chief rushed in front of them and said: "Wait a minute." He put on a "business-like" poker face and said coldly, "Who said you can go in?" 8
