"Don't forget the abilities that come with this identity!"
Jason said this, and then continued without waiting for Hall to speak again: "Suppose, let's assume for a moment that the fire that Mr. Flatten encountered was really not an accident, but man-made. He wanted revenge.
That guy created all this, but why did he choose to let us 'watch' all this?"
Hall was stunned for a moment, then frowned.
"yes!"
"With Mr. Fullerton's ability, if his miserable experience is really man-made, if he wants to punish the other party, there is no need to do it himself."
"As long as you reveal a little bit of information, both the mayor and our big shots will be very happy to help."
"Moreover, once these big shots take action, this guy will only die more miserably!"
As he spoke, Hall lowered his head and looked at the burnt corpse.
Perhaps burning at fire is the most cruel death punishment.
But, that's only for death.
And those big shots have too many ways to make this guy live or die.
You don't need to use too many, just one or two kinds are enough to make the other party understand how unfortunate it is to live and how lucky to die.
Is this kind of death a gift to you?
Suddenly, Hall had such an idea in his heart.
But immediately, Hall shook his head and got rid of this idea that was not consistent with his status as a police detective.
Jason saw the way Hall shook his head, and he knew what Hall was thinking.
Because, he also thought of similar things.
And this also made the situation before us even more contradictory.
If it was Fullaton, why did the other party do such an 'inefficient' thing?
If it wasn't Fullaton, who was the guy in front of me?
Doubts kept rising in Jason's heart.
After a few seconds, he suppressed these doubts.
He looked at Detective Hall and suggested:
"There are too few clues now. Even standing here, we can't find any valuable information at all."
"Since the initial kidnapping took place at Fullerton Manor."
"Then, let's go to Mr. Fullerton's manor to have a look."
Faced with Jason's proposal, Detective Hall had no objection.
"Okay, Your Excellency."
After saying that, Hall immediately turned around and walked towards the carriage.
As one of the important pieces of evidence, the charred corpse cannot just be thrown here, it must be dealt with.
But it is not an easy task to take away a charred corpse. It is necessary to ensure that the corpse is intact to the greatest extent, and that the charred corpse will not scare others and cause panic.
There has been enough chaos in Lord's recently, and Hall doesn't want to cause any more trouble to his superiors.
"Is there a rain sheet or something like that?"
Hall asked the coachman.
"Yes, yes."
The coachman stammered and took out the carriage's rain cloth from the other side of the tool box.
Hall took the rain-proof cloth and laid it directly on the side of the charred corpse. Then he took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on before signaling to the driver.
It is obviously very difficult for a person to lift a charred corpse without destroying the corpse.
"Officer, I..."
The driver looked panicked and frightened, waving his hands repeatedly.
There is no doubt that the coachman did not want to touch the charred corpse.
But under Hall's increasingly serious face and sharp eyes, this coachman, who was originally just a civilian, chose to surrender.
He put on the gloves handed to him by Hall, walked to the opposite side of Hall, and began to help the detective carry the body.
Finally, the tightly wrapped body was placed on the roof of the carriage and fixed with ropes.
During the whole process, Jason stood on one side and looked at the driver silently.
He doesn't trust anyone.
Let alone a stranger who 'took' them through the murder.
Moreover, the other party is also Fuliton's servant.
If Fullyton really did all this, the possibility of the other party being an accomplice is extremely high.
Even if the other person behaves normally.
Because, there are too many ways to create this "normal".
A few minutes later, the carriage started again.
Hall, who returned to the carriage, lowered his voice and asked:
"How about it?"
As he asked, the police detective pointed to where the driver was sitting across the carriage behind him.
There is no doubt that the police detective is also suspicious of the other party.
And the scene just now was naturally full of temptation.
"Nothing found yet."
Jason shook his head slowly.
"If he is really a helper, he will definitely show his flaws."
"And the people at Fullerton Manor."
Obviously, this police detective is not a person who gives up easily. He not only wants to lock the coachman firmly, but also carefully investigates everyone in Fullerton Manor.
Jason had no objection to this.
This is what he wants to do.
It would be great if someone can help me now.
During the rest of the journey, Jason did not speak again. He leaned back in the chair, with the soft cushions supporting his waist, allowing him to listen to Detective Hall's story in a more comfortable position.
The story this time is naturally all about Fullerton.
Through this narration, Jason clearly understood the status of this rich man in Lord City.
Perhaps the other party does not hold any official position in Lord City, but any official who sees this rich man needs to treat him with courtesy, even the mayor is no exception.
Moreover, the other party has close contacts with certain gang members.
Black and white take it all!
Jason couldn't help but think of this word.
And soon, when the carriage turned into the side road of the manor, Jason once again had a deeper understanding of this rich man.
The road paved with fine cobblestones exudes a soft glow in the afternoon sun, and the trees on both sides have changed from shrubs and mixed woods to tall pines and cypresses.
At the end of the road, there is a three-meter-high courtyard wall, blocking people's prying eyes. The sharp iron gate is dark and sharp. After the carriage approaches, several servants open the gate, and a fountain in the shape of a water bottle is immediately introduced.
Water jets spurted out and fell on the water below, making a loud dripping sound.
The carriage bypassed the fountain, and a garden corridor supported by six marble columns appeared there. The carriage stopped at the door of the corridor.
The coachman opened the door, took off his hat and bowed slightly.
"Two officers, we're here."
The other party said this.
Hall jumped off the carriage first. He scanned the surroundings vigilantly, followed closely by Jason.
A middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform and white gloves was standing upright at the door, waiting quietly. When both of them got off the carriage, the butler walked over quickly.
Although the steps are fast, there is a sense of orderliness, just like the other party's words.
"Your Excellencies, we have been waiting for a long time."
After saying that, the other party showed a polite but estranged smile.
Compared with the coachman, this housekeeper is much more natural. He is obviously from an extraordinary background. He should be a professional housekeeper or someone from the upper class.
Then, the other party continued:
"You two, please come with me."
"I had someone seal the master's room, and nothing was moved..."
The butler said this and was about to turn around and lead the way, but at this moment, the other person's words stopped abruptly, and the calmness on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only panic.
The other party stood there stiffly, looking at Jason with wide eyes. Behind Hall, his mouth opened involuntarily.
Crunch, crunch!
A sound of chewing sounded behind the two of them.
