Tony's mouth turned into an O shape and his fingers stretched out, as if he understood.
"Oh...I understand, I understand, this is a misunderstanding, right?"
"Ah, yes, yes! Look, how smooth the communication between us is." Victor gave him a thumbs up.
Tony's face suddenly darkened: "Are you sure it was an accident?"
Victor's expression froze, and then he replied seriously: "Of course, I'm very sure."
Tony took a deep breath, and then said: "The current person in charge of the Eastern Conference is Josh Renault. I think he should be in Dandelion. You can try to contact him, but..."
"But what?" Victor asked quickly.
"But that letter requires William Marshall's signature." Tony spread his hands.
Victor frowned immediately: "Can't you just rely on me?"
"After all, I have to be responsible for the telegrams I sent, right? If anything happens, I will be the one who suffers in the end..." Tony conveyed the request directly to Victor.
If he just listened to what he said without any paper documents as evidence, Tony would have to bear huge risks.
After all, the two of them are just work partners, not close friends, and there is no guarantee that they will be betrayed.
Victor fell silent for a moment, thinking about other options besides Tony Carlos.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Tony remembered something else and squeaked.
Victor immediately raised his head and looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"
Tony said bluntly: "Speaking of who to guarantee, I remember that the singer is Agent No. 13, right?"
Victor nodded stiffly.
Tony continued: "When I first heard this code name, I felt a little familiar. It turned out that the guy had vouched for someone for the same reason as you, saying that the other person was an informant arranged by the Department of Defense and Suppression... Who was it... It seemed like
Living in Sanfran City..."
Tony couldn't remember clearly, and Victor felt strange: "Has it been a long time? Have you never seen Agent No. 13 before?"
"Yeah, it's been a while. I hadn't sat in this position at that time. I only saw the telegram when I was checking the documents. It conveyed the order of the Anti-Suppression Department and had William's permission." Tony recalled.
With.
Victor felt incredible.
At this time, there was movement in the bathroom.
The door suddenly opened, and Pickman walked out neatly dressed. His face returned to its original color, rosy, as if he had undergone skin care, and his temperament appeared outstanding.
He straightened his collar, nodded to the detective outside the door, and then walked towards Victor and Tony at the other end of the corridor.
"Mr. Watson...Director Tony."
He took the initiative to greet Victor and Tony. Victor looked him up and down and asked doubtfully: "Your face has improved. What happened just now? Are you feeling unwell?"
"The problem that all human beings encounter is just stomach upset." Pickman replied calmly, with no abnormality at all on his expression.
"You have to stay in the Inspection Bureau for a few days, Mr. Painter, but it is not a prison. We will arrange a cubicle to observe the changes in your body." Tony said bluntly.
Pickman expressed his understanding, and then he proposed to go to the previous conference room to light up the fireplace because the weather was a bit cold.
To this, Tony agreed and asked the subordinate agent to lead Pickman there.
After they left, Victor suddenly said.
"Is it the person William wants to vouch for, or Agent 13?"
Tony turned around and answered directly: "That telegram was sent by the elite of the Anti-Suppression Department code-named No. 13."
"Then how could William's permission be sent together with the telegram?" Victor didn't understand.
Tony immediately gave the answer: "Because Sanfran's anti-suppression department has a special line for communication with this place, and William's permission must be obtained before sending and receiving."
Victor frowned immediately, feeling that this matter was not that simple, and he was busy asking who the other party wanted to guarantee.
But Tony said he couldn't remember clearly.
So Victor suggested: "If you can't remember, can't you check it again?"
Tony Carlos raised his eyebrows and said that it was indeed possible, but he didn't understand what this had to do with the Glenn case they were currently investigating.
He mentioned Agent 13, which was just the association he made after hearing Victor's request.
However, Victor has always had his own thoughts about the things he encountered in Sanfran during this period: Glenn's murder, the missing body, Missy's strange dream, the bloody case in the theater, Justin being beaten to death on the way, and the clown on a string.
Absurd performances in the club, hat master's riddles, etc.
Many of these events seem unrelated, but in the end they are connected by some people and things, and among them is the shadow of that Elold guy.
On the night when Justin murdered the actress, he happened to be late to avoid the bloody scene, and then did not intervene in the case at all after the incident. This went against the behavioral logic of the investigators of the Anti-Suppression Department.
And that night, Missy didn't show up either. Could it be that these two people have known each other for a long time?
Tony's words just now reminded Victor, so he proposed to check Elold's background.
The two of them took the elevator upstairs and went to the archives to retrieve the records of past exchanges between the Ministry of Defense and Suppression and the Sanfran Police Bureau.
However, the strange thing is that Tony did not find the telegram in his memory.
"It's strange...it's really strange, how could it not be..." He murmured to himself, and when he looked up at Victor, his eyes were full of embarrassment.
"Did you remember correctly?" Victor frowned.
Tony gritted his teeth: "Then he should have simply forgotten the matter instead of remembering most of the contents of the telegram!"
Victor put his elbow on one hand and held his chin: "Who else in your archives has the authority to access information?"
"In the archives here, only those with at least the position of inspector can enter. The ones downstairs are not required. Internal personnel of the Inspection Bureau can view them." Tony replied.
So, Victor walked to the window and asked the fat administrator inside: "Do you have any recent access records?"
The other party knew Victor's identity and did not dare to delay, so he hurriedly found it for him.
He checked it and narrowed his eyes: "There are several places where names have been crossed out..."
Tony rushed over, picked up the notebook and threw it towards the fat man inside.
"You idiot! Why did you let someone wipe the access records? How are you on duty?"
Victor grabbed him and asked the fat man to hand the book back.
"The guy who secretly erased the list was very smart. He not only erased his own, but also erased it randomly on these pages, making it impossible for investigators to locate their target."
After listening to Victor's explanation, Tony said strangely: "But the record has always been kept in the window. Since that guy wanted to cover it up, why didn't he just steal it away?"
"If it is stolen, we will react quickly. We know that someone wants to cover up the access records, so we will search from the nearest personnel. It is possible that we will suspect him based on memory alone, but he secretly erased the name before sending it.
When we come back, the people from the Inspection Bureau won't be able to find out in a short time." Victor tried to figure out the other party's plan.
Tony gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, who did it..."
The name of the suspect has emerged in Victor's mind, but he has no evidence, and he does not rule out the possibility that someone else did it.
After all, the reason for covering up the visit records might be for something else that you don't want the Inspectorate to know about.
For example, an inspector from the Inspection Bureau came to steal some information to sell for money, and then blacked out the records in the book.