"Can you help me...how can you help me? My child is gone, I don't even know if he is still alive, my wife also passed away in grief, and now I am left alone to survive. With..."
Dallion held Victor's hand tightly, his eyes were red, swollen and bloodshot: "Can you help me find him? Without him I... I don't want to say anything..."
Victor's words did not improve Dallion's mood. He was still in a state of collapse.
Withdrawing his hand, Victor patted the other party's shoulder heavily.
"I understand. Did you go to Joseph for divination because your child was missing?"
Dallion did not answer the question. He still opened his mouth and shouted to Victor with a sad face: "Can you help me? Ah? Can you help me?"
Victor sighed helplessly, and then asked: "Where did your child disappear?"
"It's near the horse farm on the outskirts of the city! Four years ago, our family went to the lumberyard there to collect wood, and then my child... just disappeared..."
This happened four years ago, and Victor's wish to help him find the child is simply a fantasy.
It is very possible that the child is dead. In Dallion's current state, can he accept this fact?
As if he had a premonition of what Victor was thinking, Dallion immediately said: "I know...I know he may have...but no matter what, I want him, even if it is his body! In fact...I am the same as you. , I want to know the truth of that day and what happened to my child."
Things are getting more and more complicated...
Victor gradually showed a tangled expression.
He comforted the man a little and then walked out of the carpenter's shop.
It is already past four in the afternoon. If Victor goes to the racecourse to investigate, he may not be able to catch up with the dinner cooked by Ms. Permis when he comes back.
Why didn't you call the police? Victor didn't ask Dallion this stupid question.
If the police could help him, this man wouldn't have been in pain for several years.
The things that the police can solve are often the obvious problems that float on the surface.
Just like now, a team of patrol police are already at the door to deal with the three gangsters who are making trouble.
"Were you the one who knocked them down?"
A police officer saw Victor walking out of Dalyan's shop, so he stopped him vigilantly.
"Rexton Police Department, please cooperate with us in handling the case and delay you..."
"Rekton Inspection Bureau, get out of my way!" Victor pushed the police officers blocking the road away, and then showed them his ten-star Inspection Bureau badge.
After seeing his badge, the group of police officers looked at each other.
"It turns out I'm a colleague from the Inspection Bureau. Nice to meet you. We just want to ask you a few questions..."
"I'm here to investigate the case. These three bastards caused trouble for me and I took care of them. Okay? Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"
Victor didn't pay attention to the people at the police station. He had important things to do now and couldn't waste time here, so he quickly left Dalian's shop regardless of the police's questioning.
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It will be quite troublesome to go to the site to check before the sun goes down.
It is not only Victor who has this idea, but also the private detective wandering outside the Zhangshan Cemetery.
The cemetery site was still under control. De Gaulle was sitting on a bench across the road, holding a newspaper in his hand, peeking at the entrance to the cemetery.
"Mr. Roof only received the notice from the police in the afternoon. Judging by the time, the prisoner should have done it last night."
Before sitting down, de Gaulle once walked around the Zhangshan Cemetery to observe.
He found that only the entrance here was still under control, and the other three gates were already open. This proved that the prisoner actually entered through this side last night, and the scope of his activities was very small, so the police only controlled this section.<
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The other party had a very clear purpose. It was not random destruction. Did they know the whereabouts of Mr. Rufu's uncle's body early on?
Could it be someone inside the circus who wants to steal the inheritance left by Mr. Joseph?
De Gaulle sat there and analyzed constantly. His head was like a high-speed gear differential machine, running through all possibilities.
Then, he turned the question back to the Zhangshan Cemetery Group.
"There is a cemetery administrator stationed at each entrance, but this is the only one without a guard booth... There is no need to buy a ticket to enter the cemetery. The responsibility of the administrator is only to prevent possible illegal sabotage."
"So how do our prisoners get around the guards guarding the entrance?"
De Gaulle thought about it, put away his sunglasses, took out a large pipe from his pocket, and walked to the other side of the road while smoking.
He found dense footprints somewhere on the roadside.
"Two people, male, are about the same height, no more than five and a half feet tall, relatively young."
From the footprints alone, de Gaulle deduced the owner's height, age, and gender.
"One is in front and the other is behind, running over from the intersection, with small strides, fast gait, and low center of gravity. They are chasing each other."
He followed the footprints to the entrance of the cemetery, where two policemen were guarding.
"Well...someone took off a shoe here, and the footprints turned into paw prints."
De Gaulle looked at the position next to the entrance. In front of two surprised policemen, he picked out a boot from the grass.
"This entrance is temporarily closed. Sir, if you want to mourn the deceased, please enter the cemetery from another place."
The police reminded de Gaulle, but the latter gave him a fake smile.
"Sorry, I'll leave right away."
Turning around, de Gaulle glanced at the lone stool on the steps, and he already guessed that they were inseparable.
"The prisoner is very thoughtful. It seems that he has two helpers who helped him lure away the guard sitting on the steps."
De Gaulle walked back across the street, not far from where he had been sitting.
He slipped in from an alley, and within a moment, a neatly dressed police officer appeared from there.
Pressing on his police helmet, de Gaulle calmly walked towards the entrance again.
"The team leader asked me to come over and help."
He showed the police badge to the other party, and there was no flaw, and he entered the controlled area smoothly.
In the distance, de Gaulle heard the voices of the police officers inside.
The police chief leading the investigation was shouting: If nothing is found, we should withdraw immediately.
Probably this kind of theft is not a big deal to them, and they don't need to work overtime to guard the tombs.
De Gaulle followed the steps all the way up. The footprints on the ground were messy and many traces were covered, which made him slightly disappointed.
"Always doing damage, hey..."
He complained in his mind about the careless police, and then came to the dug grave.
Most of the police were concentrated there. De Gaulle poked his head out from the crowd and inspected the dug-out grave. The name "Joseph Bode" was clearly written on the tombstone.
"Did this person hide any treasure when he was buried? Was it coveted by tomb robbers?"
The police officers were still discussing there, while others had already obeyed orders to clean up the scene, tearing down the perimeter fence and preparing to evacuate.
The police sergeant shouted: "Go to a young man tomorrow and ask people in the circus to see if one of them did it."
After a lot of chatter, the police officers evacuated one after another. De Gaulle hid at the end, pretending to help the cemetery caretakers and fill the graves back with soil.
He looked into the pit and saw only the footprints of three people below.
Jumping into the pit with a shovel, de Gaulle quickly inspected it.
The footprints of two of them belong to the police, and their standard boots are familiar to De Gaulle, so the footprints of the other person may belong to the prisoner!
"Height between 6 square feet (Grebein units, equivalent to feet) and 6 and a half square feet, male, strong and energetic... This pair of boots was bought at the Wolf Shield Shoe Shop near Giant Bank
Yes, I am very familiar with the characteristics of their craftsmanship. The price of this product is 1 French 45 French cents. It is not too expensive, but it is not cheap either. The cemetery caretakers will not be willing to buy such boots. From this, it can be inferred that the prisoner should not
Ordinary working-class people..."
De Gaulle very accurately touched the traces left by Victor. He thought silently in his heart: "Maybe we should go to the Giant Bank to investigate again..."
The coffin was empty and there was no body. De Gaulle quickly saw the problem again.
"There is a match that is lit but not burned out. A mortal only uses it to illuminate for a moment and then extinguishes it..."
"The footprints he left did not become darker, and there were no traces of moving the body. He should have left alone."
"Strange... what method did he use to get the body away? Did he just let him float? Could it be that the other party was a seer?"
In confusion, de Gaulle touched the inside of the coffin and smelled it.
"It's so new here, it doesn't look like a corpse has been installed..."
Thinking of this, de Gaulle suddenly raised his head and found that the cemetery guards were looking at him in surprise.
"Huh?"
Just as he was about to climb up, he suddenly saw something on the lid of the coffin.
He carefully put on his gloves and picked up the red hair.
"Red hair... none of the police officers and guards have this kind of hair color, and..."
Put it to his nose and smell it, a gleam appeared in de Gaulle's eyes.
