Things are changing rapidly, and fate is also unpredictable. No one knows what kind of encounter will happen to them next.
Victor followed the clues provided by Henry and found the carpentry shop, but the door was closed and it was not open during working days.
"Darian Povar..."
Victor leaned against the wall on the side of the street, muttering the carpenter's name in his mind, and then focused on the fierce-looking men opposite.
They wandered outside the carpenter's shop, ignoring the strange looks of passers-by, and from time to time they knocked on the shop door with sharp iron hooks, shouting threats and harsh words.
Victor is not sure if there is anyone in the store, but if these guys are allowed to run wild, Dalian will never dare to open the door and operate normally.
He touched the pistol at his waist, took out the badge of the Inspection Bureau and pinned it on his chest, and then walked straight towards Dalian's store.
There were three people making trouble. When they noticed someone approaching, they immediately focused their attention on Victor.
"Agents from the Inspection Bureau, what are you doing?"
Victor is used to dealing with gangsters and thugs. Not long ago he was fighting with gangsters in the East. He doesn't take this kind of urban gangsters seriously at all.
"Mind your own business!"
The man with the iron hook looked like he was going to kill Victor, but his companion quickly grabbed his hand.
"Wait a minute, did you see his badge?"
The companion pointed and the guy with the iron hook was instantly stunned.
"Is the Inspection Bureau also nosy? We are just here to collect debts." The third person stood behind and shouted to Victor.
"Do you need to smash other people's doors to collect debts?" Victor said with a smile.
"Our boss is Charlie Rossiter, you should know him." The companion who persuaded the hooked man said to Victor seriously.
Victor spread his hands: "I don't know."
After receiving this reply, the three people opposite showed surprised expressions.
"The police department will not interfere with our debt collection!"
"But I'm not from the police station, the Police Bureau! Does the Police Bureau understand?"
When he found that he couldn't talk, the man holding the iron hook looked at his companion.
However, when he just raised his hand to attack, the iron hook flew out.
At the same time, the back of his right hand exploded and was covered in blood.
Ah~~!
Amid the screams, his two companions quickly reached for their hands to their waists, but they only heard two snaps, and their right hands also exploded, bleeding profusely.
Compared with the gunmen in the east, the speed of these urban gangsters in drawing guns is too slow.
Victor has not yet reached the level of Arthur, but it is so easy to deal with these three people.
The ears were filled with wailing sounds, and the three guys fell to the ground holding their exploded right hands and moaning continuously.
The pedestrians on the other side of the road were frightened, and Victor tilted his neck to tell them to call the police.
Before the police arrived, Victor walked over and knocked on the door of the carpenter's shop.
"Darian Povar, your trouble has been solved, open the door quickly."
After waiting for about a minute, the door creaked open, and Victor saw a depressed man with dark circles under his eyes curled up behind the door.
"First... Sir, may I ask you..."
"Are you Darien Povar?"
"Yeah...yeah, that's right." Dallion's eyes were full of worry, and he saw the three gangsters rolling on the ground outside the door.
"Don't worry about them. I'm an investigator from the Inspection Bureau. I have some questions to ask you. Let me in first."
Victor showed a very strong attitude, which frightened Dallion.
The other party hesitated and wanted to close the door, but when he saw the badge on Victor's chest, he became even more frightened.
"Detective, I have nothing..."
"To clear your name, you must explain everything clearly, instead of escaping, which will only get you into greater trouble."
Victor persuaded the other party with a serious tone, and finally convinced him, opened the door and let him in.
The environment behind the door is relatively messy, which is essential for carpentry work.
There is a piece of wood that has not been shaved flat on two benches, the plane is still on top, and there are sawdust on the ground.
There are two uninstalled low stools in the corner, a few wooden bars leaning against the wall, and a rusty iron saw next to it.
Behind the low stool are some wood carvings, most of which are children's toys.
Dallion moved the wooden board and made room for Victor to sit on the bench.
Victor was not polite and sat down face to face with Dallion.
Taking advantage of the other party's nervousness, Victor immediately asked: "Are those people outside coming to you to collect debts?"
Dallion gritted his teeth and nodded.
Victor continued to ask: "Are you in financial crisis recently? Why did you borrow money?"
Dalyan said with a tangled expression: "They are from the cigar club, and I borrowed a loan shark from them because of my wife."
The Cigar Club... doesn't sound like a good organization at first glance, and is most likely a gang member.
Victor's face was expressionless and he didn't really care about those people. He then asked: "Is your wife sick?"
Dallion's faces gradually squeezed together, and he shook his head in pain: "She... is dead..."
Dead?
Victor remembered that the fake fortune teller and Henry both said that the guests who asked Joseph for the final divination were a couple.
Four years ago...
"When did you die?"
"It's been a long time... four years ago..." Dallion had tears in his eyes, but he didn't cry. He was very uncomfortable.
Hearing this, Victor's brows gradually furrowed.
Four years ago again? Shortly after Joseph divined for them, Dallion's wife also died?
What happened in that divination?
Victor took a deep breath and then said: "I came to you today to confirm something with you."
Dallion raised his head and looked at him blankly.
Victor asked cautiously: "Four years ago, you and your wife asked Joseph from the Perak Little Pig Circus for a divination. What happened that day?"
Upon hearing this, Dallion's pupils dilated instantly, his lips began to tremble, and his emotions gradually lost control.
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"Don't! Don't mention this to me again! Mr. Inspector! I have lost everything...everything! Do you still want to torture me?"
He hurriedly backed away, knocking the two unassembled low stools behind him apart.
Victor did not expect the other party's reaction to be so strong. He also stood up and stared at the other party closely.
Suddenly, Dallion knelt down, put his hands and wrists together, and stretched them out in front of Victor.
"Detective! Please arrest me! I killed Mr. Joseph! I killed my wife! Please let me rot in prison, let my soul fall forever, let me regret everything that happened in the past, let me
I have to submit to the law and suffer punishment... But! But please, please give me mercy, let the priest of the Bright Light Realm forgive my mistakes, and let me and my family reunite under the abyss..."
His emotions were so out of control that he caught Victor off guard.
Do you just plead guilty?
No, Victor doesn’t think Dallion’s confession means that he has actually killed someone.
In his current state, if he was guilty, he wouldn't have to wait until four years later. He would have been caught by the police long ago.
This guy is just on the verge of a mental breakdown and talking nonsense.
Victor looked at the other person quietly, waiting for him to cry and vent his emotions. When the voice gradually became quieter, he continued: "Darian Povar, don't expect life to be smooth sailing. When you stand in front of a terrible dilemma, you should
I pray that I can become its opponent instead of becoming a pathetic creature begging for alms like I am now!"
He pulled the carpenter who was kneeling on the ground up and stared hard into his eyes: "The only thing you can do now is to tell me the truth. Maybe I can help you."
