"The existence of invisible art is not necessarily related to the death of the opponent. Even the Inspection Bureau has not mentioned it again. Your behavior is disrupting order."
As the police officers sternly refused, de Gaulle's friend, the police chief, finally intervened and asked them out of the door.
Victor retreated outside the police station early and was not seen by the two of them.
The lady exchanged a few words with de Gaulle and left angrily, leaving de Gaulle standing alone at the gate and shaking his head helplessly.
Later, Victor pretended to be passing by by chance, stood on the roadside, looked at de Gaulle, took off his hat and said hello to him.
"Hi! It doesn't surprise me to meet here, Mr. de Gaulle."
Seeing Victor, de Gaulle's eyes lit up and he trotted down the steps.
"My lucky stars! You came just in time!"
Being able to say such words proves that de Gaulle has encountered obstacles, and Victor has always been the greatest comfort in his heart.
Every time he meets Victor, it means good luck is coming... But I wonder if he will think so if he discovers Victor's true identity.
"Let's find a place to sit and chat, then go to the opposite side, ha! I fell in love with their sandwiches, and I filled my stomach with them at noon."
This guy didn't care if Victor was okay or not, he didn't agree and just dragged him to a restaurant.
After they sat down and ordered their meals, De Gaulle was busy chatting with Victor about a recent commission he had received.
In fact, it was Di Leo's case. His wife did not believe that her husband died of a heart attack, so she approached the Smart Eye Detective Agency and wanted to ask De Gaulle to come forward to investigate.
"Remember what we talked about last time? I said Dilio's death was abnormal and there must be something wrong behind it! Even his wife was suspicious."
De Gaulle tapped his index finger regularly on the table. Victor listened quietly and suddenly asked curiously: "Looking at how excited you are, that lady promised you a lot of commission, right?"
De Gaulle paused with his fingers, raised his eyebrows, hesitated to speak, and finally explained: "It depends on the final investigation results. She did make a promise, but I always feel that this lady is driven by the anger deep in her heart."
When the husband dies, shouldn’t the wife be angry?
Victor spread his hands: "Is there any problem?"
"No... you know, when she learned that her husband was dead, she immediately searched for valuables at home. As a result, the scene was destroyed and many clues were messed up." De Gaulle looked helpless.
"Looking for something valuable...what is she looking for?" Victor felt something and deliberately inquired.
De Gaulle shook his head: "She didn't tell me, but according to her, Dilio's bedroom had signs of being rummaged through before, indicating that the murderer who killed his husband was also looking for things in Dilio's home."
Hearing this, Victor immediately fell silent, suddenly feeling a warning in his heart.
As a result, De Gaulle immediately expressed his worries: "This reminds me of the commission that Mr. Dilio gave me before. It was said that his home was stolen and he asked me to help investigate a suspect. Unfortunately, he was
The Inspection Bureau has been messed up..."
As soon as he finished speaking, De Gaulle looked at Victor's face and caught an undetectable flicker in his eyes.
"So you said...are these people all looking for the same thing? Is Mr. Dilio hiding any treasure?"
Golden Tarot Cards…
Victor thought silently in his mind, and at this moment, the waiter came over with a plate, a sandwich, a fruit plate and a vegetable salad with lemon juice for each of them.
"I'm sorry, I don't know that gentleman. Can you tell me more about them?" Victor tied a napkin on his chest while eating to cover up his psychological fluctuations.
De Gaulle pursed his lips and began to put the napkin on his chest.
He continued: "It is said that the lady spent money like water and lost a lot of money to Mr. Dilio. The two were nearly twenty years apart. They probably fell in love with her beauty. Dilio always indulged each other. What happened
Before, someone came to Dilio to collect debts, but he sent him away."
"A debt? Is it owed by that lady?"
"Yes, after three days and three nights of gambling, I owe a lot of debt..."
"I see...that's why she is in a hurry to raise money." Victor suddenly realized, "Then she still has money to pay you?"
De Gaulle smiled bitterly: "It depends on what she is looking for. It might be a valuable thing. I'm not sure if that thing is in the hands of the previous suspect. If it is not the same item, there is a high probability that it is."
It was taken away by the murderer."
There is no such probability, because the thing is in Victor's hands and he knows it very well.
"The lady was angry because she had lost her property, not because she had lost her husband."
De Gaulle added this last sentence, and then he divided the food with a knife and fork and ate it.
Across from where they were dining was Independence Square, where municipal agencies were located. A lot of people had gathered at the moment, and the noisy commotion had already affected the guests dining here.
People lined up on the street to watch the excitement. The densest crowd was outside the High Court on Independence Square.
"Is there any celebration today?" Victor raised his chin and looked over there.
De Gaulle sneered: "There is no celebration, but the farce has caused a sensation that is no less than a festival. Ha... Ridiculous system."
farce?
Victor asked.
De Gaulle explained: "Today is the trial day of Mike Campino. Many newspapers and social organizations are paying attention to today's verdict. It seems that the result is out."
Mike's court day!
Only then did Victor remember this matter. He had only read in the newspaper that Mike was going to file a lawsuit with the Laketon Police Department, but he didn't get any news later, and Mike didn't contact Mr. Yi through Miji.
It seems that he has decided to rely on his own strength to turn things around, and it is not easy for Victor to interfere. In any case, he has done his best.
boom!
De Gaulle put down his knife and fork and shook his head sullenly.
"Do these guys who have cut off their consciences really have the courage to face justice? How can they lie in a holy court? Are they really not afraid of retribution?"
After hearing this, Victor stared at the reporters gathered at the entrance of the High Court and was silent for a long time.
As de Gaulle picked up his knife and fork again, he answered.
"Standing at the end of the trial and remaining at peace proves that his conscience has not actually been cut off."
De Gaulle paused, and when he raised his head, the door to the High Court over there suddenly opened. The trial came to an end, and the defendant Mike Campino was released in court due to insufficient evidence for the crime.
He stood on the steps, dressed in a black suit, dignified, surrounded by reporters rushing up, like a lone wolf in a dark and chaotic forest.
Mike stared straight ahead, not looking at anyone, and turned a deaf ear to the reporters' questions. He was protected by security and walked down step by step.
"There are many problems in this world that cannot be answered with justice, Mr. de Gaulle." Victor smiled slightly and said to de Gaulle.