"What do you mean?" Sam showed obvious displeasure after being stopped.
"I asked the security to let you in just to tell you face to face that you two have no right to enter the crime scene." the police chief replied in a tone of voice.
"Crime scene?" Feng Bujue repeated these four words and continued, "Oh... that is to say, some kind of 'case' did indeed occur, right..."
The police chief soon realized that he had made a mistake, but he accepted the mistake and replied: "Yes...so, as unrelated persons, you have no right to..." before the police conclude their investigation.
"First of all..." Feng Bujue didn't even intend to let him finish his words, he interrupted directly, "In my opinion, this is not a 'formal investigation' at all. If it was, then you should drive a police car and wear
Wear police uniforms and rush to the scene with your men, instead of wearing civilian clothes and driving your own car."
As Brother Jue spoke, he raised his hand and gestured to Sam: "Secondly, Sam is not an 'irrelevant person'. I believe you already know...'He was on the phone with John when the crime occurred'
, so at least...he is also an important witness."
The police chief couldn't refute Brother Jue's words, not even a single word, but he did hear something from Brother Jue's words: "You said...'at least'?" As he said that, he used a malicious and suspicious tone.
His eyes were fixed on Sam, "So... apart from being a witness, what other 'identity' does he have in this case?"
Even in a small place like Cotchikoti Island, the person who can become the police chief is somewhat capable. His reaction at this moment must be said to be quite sharp.
Fortunately, Feng Bujue responded fluently: "Isn't that nonsense? His other identity is John's brother. Of course, this identity may have nothing to do with this case, so I think the identity of 'witness' is more important.
Some."
The answer was impeccable, and the Sheriff could find no fault with it.
"Tch... Anyway, if I say you can't go in, you can't." There was no way, the official words couldn't fool these two people, so they had to do it, "Even if I'm not wearing uniform, I'm still working now. If you don't leave,
Obstructing official business."
"This is unreasonable..." Sam said, "You are clearly abusing your power!"
"Watch your words, Sam." The Sheriff said coldly, "It's not your turn as a fraudster who forged a will to teach me how to do things."
"You..." Sam was about to get angry.
"Hey~" But Feng Bujue stopped him, "Don't be angry, we are all adults, we must know how to solve problems calmly." He said, taking out his mobile phone, "By the way, can you tell me
Please tell me what the police phone number is on the island."
"What are you going to do?" Upon hearing this, the sergeant who had been so imposing just now panicked.
"Of course I'll call the police." Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "There's a 'case' happening here, isn't it?"
"I'm the Sheriff! I'm already here!" the Sheriff snapped.
"So what?" Feng Bujue said, "Where is the cordon? Where are the police officers handling the case? Are you the only one? Are we back to the era of Western movies? The entire town relies on a police chief in civilian clothes.
And a revolver to keep order?”
The Sheriff was speechless, because he was indeed in the wrong; he had received a private call from John and was asked not to go through the official procedure until the matter was "conclusive" to avoid leaving a record.
These behaviors are undoubtedly considered illegal and even illegal...
In desperation, the police chief could only tell the truth: "Listen...boy, if you don't know the situation on the island, just get involved...Mr. Herbert doesn't want things to get too public...
"
"Is John Herbert the Minister of Justice?" Feng Bujue said rudely again, "Isn't he just a civilian? Is it because he has money that he can command the police chief here?"
Brother Jue is Chinese, and he is more than ten times smarter than these European guys in playing with hats and concepts: "Mr. Sheriff...it's just a matter of lifestyle, but as a police officer, if you get benefits
People do things…”
"Don't talk nonsense!" the police chief shouted quickly, "I just made changes based on the actual situation, so... that's why I didn't lead the team here..."
"Then please be more flexible..." Feng Bujue was waiting for this sentence, "...let us go in."
…………
Five minutes later, inside the Herbert family mansion, in the corridor on the second floor.
The police chief brought Sam and Feng Bujue here with a dark face.
When John Herbert saw his brother, his expression changed slightly.
In an awkward atmosphere, the police chief walked up to John's ear and whispered a few words. In the process, John's eyes kept wandering on Sam and Brother Jue.
After the sergeant finished speaking, John came to the two men with a sullen face and said to Sam: "You came at the right time..." He glanced at Brother Jue, "And... you actually brought a
Detective?"
For a person who was involved in the "murder incident", he was incredibly calm; looking at John's appearance when he spoke, it seemed that he was the one in control of the entire situation, not the submissive and arrogant police chief behind him.
"Feng and I just met in the hotel bar." Sam said, "It's a coincidence that he came here." His tone showed no sign of weakness, "As for what you said about 'coming at the right time,' I don't agree.
It’s so clear... I just heard some strange noises from the other end of the phone when I was on the phone with you, and I came over to take a look out of concern for my brother. Is there anything wrong with this? "
Obviously, today's Sam Herbert is no longer the stupid, young, rich second generation who was harmed and didn't know it. Over the years, he has relied on his own mind and hands to make a living, even if the city is still there.
Not as deep as his brother, but when faced with this situation, he wouldn't be led around by someone's words.
"I'm fine." John stared at Sam's eyes, as if he wanted to look directly into the other person's brain through his pupils, "Thank you for your concern... However, I think with this sentence alone, you and your friends
I won't let it go, so..." As he said this, he turned sideways and gestured towards a door behind him, "I'd better let you guys come over and confirm."
"Then I'm not welcome." Before the other party finished speaking, Feng Bujue walked up quickly as if nothing had happened. When he passed by John, he bumped him with his shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was a gangster entering the house.
appearance.
A few seconds later, Brother Jue came to the open door and looked inside.
What caught his eyes was a huge bedroom; judging from the luxury of this room, the identity of its owner was also obvious.
At this time, in the corner of the bedroom, next to the desk, there was a person lying on an expensive pure wool carpet.
It can also be said...a corpse that has not yet cooled down.
