Leon thought for a while and decided to ask about the situation: "I met that Commissioner Marshall, and he passed away?"
"Well, and Commissioner Marshall was killed." Grayson's voice became heavy.
"Kill, kill?" Leon was startled. This didn't sound like a trivial matter, and judging from Grayson's tone, Marshall's death was not considered a "sacrifice", but rather...a murder?
Although it is not as big as the assassination of an imperial minister, in the previous life, the murder of a public official would have been a big news.
"Can you tell me what's going on? Well, of course, if it's not convenient to disclose..."
"It's nothing inconvenient." Grayson said, "It happened just one day ago."
"Commissioner of the Suzheng Bureau will have a lunch break after lunch, and Commissioner Marshall likes to go to the rooftop to smoke a cigarette and relax. This is something everyone knows."
"However, after Commissioner Marshall got up and went to the rooftop at noon yesterday, he never came back until the beginning of working hours in the afternoon."
"Several other commissioners realized something was wrong and went to the rooftop to look for him. Unexpectedly, when they opened the door, they saw Commissioner Marshall lying in a pool of blood, dead."
Good guy, he was actually killed on the rooftop of the Suzheng Bureau Building. Liang could already imagine how much shock this murder would cause.
Grayson sighed: "Generally speaking, Commissioner Marshall will not be the only one on the rooftop at noon. Other commissioners will also go there to smoke and relax. I sometimes do the same when I am stationed at the Solemnity Bureau on official business.
I have talked with those commissioners several times. But at noon yesterday, only Commissioner Marshall went up to the rooftop, so no one knew what happened on the rooftop."
"Furthermore, only the first to third floors of the Solemnity Bureau are open to the public. Only civil servants can go to the upper floors. And there was no visit from the city hall or the city police yesterday, so..." Grayson lowered his voice, "Many people are suspicious.
, the murderer came from within the Suppression Bureau."
"And I heard that Commissioner Marshall's extraordinary ability is related to the mind. It is said that he can deduce the logic of other people's actions and even predict other people's next moves. Sometimes he can know what will be done next faster than himself. So, I have to
Killing Commissioner Marshall is very difficult for ordinary people to do."
Liang frowned: "It sounds like things are not simple..."
"Yes, from the time when Commissioner Marshall was found to have been murdered to now, the entire Suppression Bureau has been in chaos. Several commissioners who had issues with Commissioner Marshall have been detained for questioning." Grayson paused, "Um, Li
gentlemen……"
"Um?"
"Although the Suppression Bureau has not been mentioned yet, I wonder if Mr. Noyes can participate in the investigation?" Grayson scratched his head. "He is so powerful, but he is still an outsider. He might be able to see more than us insiders.
clear."
"Well, I'll go back and ask him..." Leon was a little speechless. Doesn't Grayson know that Wein and Marshall have a bad relationship? Maybe he will be regarded as a suspect if he enters the Suppression Bureau.
And that guy is now being stared at by the "Kingslayer", and he can't even protect himself...
Since Grayson had to continue his patrol mission and it was inconvenient to stay for a long time, the two of them said goodbye quickly, and Leon quickly returned to the office.
After entering the house, well, this guy is still alive and was not killed by the "regicide". Liang felt that this might be a kind of "a good man will not pay for his life, but a bitch will live for a thousand years"...
After telling Vin about his encounter with Grayson and Marshall's death, the guy touched his chin and smiled heartlessly: "Marshall is dead? Could it be that he had an affair with an intern and persisted in it, and his wife found out about it, which made him angry.
My wife is insane, should I kill him on the spot?"
"Of course not, it can't be so simple or so outrageous. Grayson said that the Suzheng Bureau is investigating this matter, but they have no clue at all. Now they suspect that the murderer is from within the Suzheng Bureau." Leang shook his head, "The Suzheng Bureau
It’s not peaceful either.”
"That's natural. Wherever there are people, there is struggle. Struggle is not only human instinct, but also the instinct of life."
Leon walked to the pot, checked that there was nothing wrong with the contents, and brought the stew to the table: "It looks almost ready. Come and try my skills."
This dish was not made according to a purchased recipe, but Liang tried to recreate a classic dish from his previous life - pickled fish - based on his own memory.
As for the cause, he saw something that looked like pickled cabbage in the market, and on a whim, he decided to restore the taste of his previous life. After all, he had never seen pickled fish as a dish in this world.
Wein took a look and said, "It's quite rich."
The tawny pickled cabbage is covered with tender fish meat, and seasoned with bright red chili, which greatly increases appetite.
"Hey, I used to like eating pickled fish, but I wasn't very good at picking out the bones. When I ate the bones, I had to spit them all out. Fortunately, the fishmongers in this world can also help remove the fish bones." That's it.
Need to add money.
Wein picked up the fork, while Leon used his homemade pair of chopsticks. Using chopsticks and moral character are the rare aspects that Leone considers to be better than Wein.
Wein forked a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. He chewed a few mouthfuls under Liang's gaze, then moved his eyes to the trash can next to him and poked his head over...
"Don't spit!" Liang slapped the table and spit out food in front of the chef. This was a great humiliation for him!
Wein blinked. If he really vomited it now, he was afraid that his head would be pushed into the pot by Liang, so he swallowed it without changing his expression: "You should also try your cooking skills."
Leon looked at the pot of pickled fish that suddenly became a bit mysterious due to a small move by Yin Wein: "I admit that my cooking skills are not very good, but it won't be so unpalatable that I will vomit, right?"
Besides, if the food looks good, even if it doesn’t taste good, how bad will it be?
He put a piece of fish into his mouth doubtfully. Leon chewed it for a few mouthfuls and then humiliated himself.
"Oh, some people just don't believe in evil." Looking at Leon holding the trash can and retching, Wein shook his head helplessly.