"Mr. Manson, Mr. Manson?"
The police officer in charge of the inquiries shouted twice, and the one in charge of the recording said again with full vigour: "Mr. Manson, please cooperate with our work and put down the wine glass for a while?"
That aura was like saying, "If you don't put down the wine glass, I'll throw the bottle on your head!" Of course, it's just like that.
Although this young master is likely not to be the heir to the throne.
George Manson snapped back to his senses and shook the empty red wine glass in his hand.
The policeman stared at his fingers and frowned slightly, because the young master's hand holding the wine glass was shaking for some reason.
George Manson put down the wine glass, rubbed his fingers, and finally said the first sentence after entering the room, "Don't look at it, my fingers are a little bit unruly after drinking too much."
Although there were wine bottles all over the floor, he still didn't look drunk. When speaking, there is no tongue, no logical confusion, and no inexplicable excitement or dizziness. It can be seen that this young master is probably soaked in the wine pool, and these amounts are nothing to him.
"Are you sure you're in good shape now?" The policeman looked at his fingers and frowned, "If necessary, let the doctor—"
"No need." George Manson interrupted. "If you have anything to ask, ask as soon as possible. I want to sleep after asking."
"Okay." The police officer nodded. It's not the first time they've met such a person with a poor cooperative attitude, but it's their duty, they can bear it if they can.
He glanced at the list of questions that Sheriff Cain had marked out for them, picked out a few simple ones, and let George Manson get used to the rhythm of the question and answer before moving on to the main event of the dive.
"Jason Charles' diving suit was later confirmed to be worn by Mr. Zhao Zemu." The police officer said, "Did anyone notice before entering the water?"
George Manson: "No. It's not just me, I don't think a few of them noticed. At that time, I just wanted to put on the diving suit and go to the sea to have a good time, and the clothes were all picked up and put on. Who would have thought Wear it wrong."
"Has anything unpleasant happened between Jason Charles and Mr. Zhao Zemu?"
George Manson said: "I don't know, but Jason Charles is a lawyer who is very ... not a lawyer, rarely has an aggressive side, a bit old-fashioned, not easy to conflict with people, and the two don't have much intersection. ."
"What about Mr. Ke and Jason Charles?"
George Manson looked at the police officer with an inexpressible look, "You use normal thinking to explain the behavior of a... patient?"
"All right."
The police officer pondered for a moment, and finally tried to poke at the key point, "After the incident, your reaction was always a bit abnormal, and your emotions were very wrong."
George Manson lowered his eyelids and moved his fingers a few times, "Am I abnormal?"
"Yes, although you have been cooperating in answering questions, you are still a little emotional..." The police officer considered the words for a while, "You seem to be a little too negative, can you explain?"
George Manson was silent for a while this time.
Just when the policeman thought he was going to resist to the end, he opened his mouth again, "Actually it's nothing, it's just that I had a diving accident before, this time under the sea, when the sea snake first came towards me. , reminds me of that experience."
"What kind of accident?" the policeman asked in depth.
George Manson gritted his teeth when no one was looking, and then quickly let them go.
What kind of accident? That was many years ago.
He felt that his memory should not be bad, but when he thought about it, he couldn't tell how many years ago it was.
Even, he couldn't remember the details of the accident, he could only think of some vague fragments, as if those memories were consciously hiding from him. Or maybe he was more inclined to forget about it subconsciously.
That was supposed to be a vacation bay in Decama, when he was still in school, maybe even middle school? Not too young anyway.
Although he was young, he was already an experienced diving expert at that time. He was very proud and hated being followed when diving. He thought it was only necessary for beginners. So he ordered others to stay away when he was in the water, and even had someone help him stop the coach.
Then those bodyguards really didn't follow him, and let him go into the water alone.
At that time, he was even very proud. He felt that his words were very authoritative, and others would listen to what he said.
Now that I think about it, it's a total idiot.
George Manson was silent for a while, and said to the police officer: "Very simple accident, forgot to check the diving equipment, the regulator is a little old, the O-ring is deformed so that the seal is faulty."
He can't remember the specific details of the day. He only remembers that when he dived deep, he found that the mouthpiece of the regulator was a little leaky, and too much gas was drilling into his mouth and nasal cavity without any rules.
Police officer: "I'm sorry, but was rescued by the coach later?"
George Manson shook his head: "No."
He couldn't control and couldn't save himself. When he was struggling in the sea, he realized that he didn't bring a diving buddy and no instructor, and he was in a depth that an experienced diver would only dive to, and most people wouldn't go there at all.
In other words, it may not help no matter how much you struggle...
The officer's finger paused, "Huh? That's... "
George Manson rubbed the wine glass with his fingers and said slowly, "Saved by a stranger."
The man caught him under the abyss and seemed to adjust the regulator for him. But at that time, he was extremely frightened. When he caught someone, he was like a life-saving straw, and he might also let the other party experience a sense of struggle on the verge of drowning.
"In the chaos, I didn't see his face at all, I only remember that his fingers were very white when he grabbed me..." George Manson seemed to be stuck in memory, "Very white, he should be a young man, with very thin and long fingers, But the hand is very strong and very calm."
He paused for a moment, then repeated in a trance, "Very, very calm."
Because he tried to check later, the diving equipment in the holiday bay was placed in separate areas, and every time he went diving, he took it from the four sets of equipment in the VIP6 cabinet. Coincidentally, the person who rescued him at that time also used the equipment of the VIP6 cabinet, and the regulator was also passive, which was also the sealing problem caused by the deformation of the O-ring.
In other words, the other party may have encountered the same thing as him underwater, leaking air from the mouthpiece, making it difficult to breathe normally. But the other party is obviously much calmer and calmer than him. Not only can he deal with sudden problems, but he even saved a person ashore.
The policeman listened and praised: "I met a good person."
George Manson didn't answer. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes, good man."
It's just that the good guy is a little special.
At that time, George Manson, who was only ten years old at the time, had limited ability and never figured out who the person who saved him was.
After many years, when he was finally able to use more power to investigate, he could no longer find any useful information. He had doubts for a while whether the information was really out of date, or someone deliberately prevented him from finding it.
But in the end, that matter still changed with time and his mood, and nothing happened.
"So the accident was just a normal accident," the officer asked.
In fact, on the contrary, it was not a coincidence at all. After half a year of that incident, he accidentally discovered that the person who was working on the diving equipment was probably from his own family, one of his brothers.
The equipment in the entire VIP 6 cabinet has been destroyed, so taking any set will lead to an accident.
The person who saved him should have been implicated by him.
This fact made George Manson fall into extreme decadence for a time, suspicious and unbelievable. He started fooling around with people like Glenn, doing all kinds of shit and talking about stupid things. He was drunk three hundred days a year, as if life was no longer life, and he could do whatever he wanted to death.
Some people experience this kind of thing and may stay away from diving, but he is not, he is more obsessed with the near-death feeling of diving into the depths like a broken jar.
Everyone said that he was a little crazy in those years.
Before that, he barely had a few friends, such as Qiao, Zhao Zemu, and a few other classmates outside the circle.
After that, the real friends gradually became estranged into fake friends, leaving only interests and false greetings.
Now that other people talk about it, they only remember that they are "friends" on the scene, and they don't remember having the urge to stab in the back when they were young.
"Mr. Manson?" The police officer was a little depressed, and the subject of the question was always distracted and couldn't wake up.
"Sorry, I just started thinking about who the person who saved me would be out of habit again." George Manson finished, answering the police officer's question, "You said it was a normal accident? Yes, of course. Yes, I was just being careless."
Police officer: "Have you never found someone who saved you?"
George Manson nodded: "Yeah, I don't know why, although I don't have a specific impression of him, but I'm always sure that he is very young. Being able to use the equipment in the VIP 6 cabinet means that he is also a rich kid, or a young man. Anything else? Other than that, I don't know anything about it."
At the same time, in the suite on the third floor of the small building near the Dengsong Forest.
The police officer is also asking Yan Suizhi related questions: "Your diving skills are very good, but you have been sitting on the shore all afternoon and have never been in the water. And you just said that you haven't dived for many years, why?"
"No money." Yan Suizhi said calmly.
Police officer: "… "
Yan Suizhi shook the smartphone on his finger in order to match his current personality. With a helpless smile, he said, "Poor students, they had some foundations earlier, but now they're gone."
The police officer thought about the personal assets in the information column, and felt extremely sympathetic.
This intern was not originally on their list of key inquiries. After all, he was brought in temporarily, and he had the least interaction with the people here and did not know each other. Even if Jason Charles' wetsuit was changed on purpose, it wouldn't have anything to do with him.
No motive at all.
When the police officer looked down at Sheriff Kane's list of questions, Yan Suizhi's eyes fell on the beach outside the balcony.
Outside the gate of the villa, at the end of the beach near the Deng Pine Forest, several maintenance personnel were squatting on the low mountain with their shirtless shirts, looking over and over to check the two inspection doors. Yan Suizhi looked at the place where they were in a trance.
In fact, throughout the questioning, he was always distracted, but the police did not notice it.
In his mind, he restored the scene of passing the inspection door before, and then he pulled out several suspicious points, one by one, and the details that he had ignored without hesitation were finally weaved into several logical lines...
Each one has the possibility of being established, so he needs to rule it out.
After the police officer finished flipping through the list, he raised his head and smiled at him, saying, "Okay, Mr. Ruan Ye, we don't have any other questions for now, thank you for your cooperation."
Yan Suizhi stood up and sent them out of the room.
The police's questioning of all the people present lasted roughly two hours. The shortest was Yan Suizhi and the longest was Ke Jin.
In the end, when Sheriff Kane was about to leave with a light-headed inquiry record in his arms, it was already dark and he missed the meal.
"We need to sort out everyone's records in order to characterize this incident." Kane said, "Before the qualitative results come out, I will send a small team to guard the villa area. There may be some people entering and leaving today and tomorrow. Restrictions. But I promise to give you an answer tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
Hearing that it can be solved tomorrow, several guests who were delayed are relieved.
Joe, the idiot who thinks his genes are very expensive, sent little Glenn to swear: "From past experience, if the police can give a characterization in a day or two, it is not serious. This shows the content of today's inquiry. There's nothing to be excited about. Trust me, it's probably just an accident this time, and the police must think so too."
After two days of holding back, he became addicted to gambling. He walked around the hall and asked people to place a bet. Most of them politely declined, so he pouted and muttered, "It's so fucking boring. Manson was sick too, and he didn't even have a stimulant."
"I'm sloppy, I'm in the same space with him, I don't need to drink to get drunk." Qiao Chong Gu Yan and Yan Suizhi blinked, and then let the kitchen put the prepared meals on the table, in order to cooperate with the police station At work, he specially didn't let any spirits, only a few bottles of sweet wine, so that no one would get dizzy.
Everyone experienced a lot of things this day, and everyone seemed to be a little out of spirit, and they were very quiet during the meal. Occasionally someone spoke in a low voice.
When Qiao put the last piece of chicken breast in his mouth, he elbowed Gu Yan beside him.
Gu Yan asked in a low voice, "Yeah", indicating that he has farts.
"Why do I think your intern is always looking at you?" Joe whispered in a whisper. "What did you do? Or what did he want with you?"
Gu Yan choked on a mouthful of steak, frowned and drank a little wine. "Do you know why your minor in psychology didn't pass the exam three times?"
Qiao rubbed the stabbed chest and muttered: "But he did glance at you several times, and you are a person who never intervenes in other people's affairs. It's just that one day, I don't care how many times. It seems really unusual."
Gu Yan didn't answer, his slender fingers pinched the rim of the glass, he shook the light amber wine at the bottom of the glass coldly, and his drooping eyes landed on the wine.
After a while, he took the last sip and replied in a deep voice, "Really?"
Instead of confirming Joe's words immediately, he ate his dinner in a leisurely manner, wiping the corners of his mouth again. Only then did he look at Yan Suizhi across a small half of the dining table under the shadow of the restaurant's dazzling lights, and before Yan Suizhi raised his head, he took his eyes back lightly.
Joe inexplicably felt that the atmosphere didn't seem right.
I can't tell what's wrong, anyway, he was a little nervous sitting in the middle.
Because the meal time was late, the guests returned to their small buildings even later, and the pine forest was already full of fireflies.
Yan Suizhi hung his coat on the hanger in the room, wearing a simple shirt and trousers, leaning against the balcony door with his arms folded. There were two white lights hanging from one corner of the beach, and the gang of maintenance workers were still battling the two inspection doors.
The lights of the two stars were separated by a long distance, and reflected in his black eyes, showing a small piece of bright color.
He watched for a while, then closed his eyes, turned around, and knocked on Gu Yan's bedroom door opposite.
After a while, the door opened. Gu Yan pressed the door frame and looked at him from top to bottom. He nodded and said softly, "Come in."
It's been a while since he came back, but he hasn't unbuttoned a single button on his shirt, and he doesn't want to rest. He seems to be thinking about something.
Yan Suizhi saw the lamp pine forest outside the balcony, raised his eyebrows and said, "As expected, the scenery here is better."
"Are you here to borrow the balcony to see the scenery?" Gu Yan, who took a glass of water, lifted his eyelids to look at him.
"Almost." Yan Suizhi paused for a while, then said, "I'll discuss a question with you by the way."
The vibrating sound of the smartphone sounded at the end of the sentence. Gu Yan took out two glasses of water, and without ear buckles on his hands, he simply tapped the wall of the glasses with his little finger and connected directly.
When the communication connection was successful, the holographic screen automatically jumped out, and the other party's communication number was displayed on the screen at the same time, and the sound also rang in the room—
"Gu? Are you busy? I think you haven't heard back for a day. I just wanted to ask, did the program that interfered with the detection door help the case?"
The other party spoke so fast that it was too late to cover. The emotions are very full, and the words are very clear. Can't even hear it.
Attorney Gu, who was handing the clear water to Yan Suizhi, slipped his hand when he heard the sound, and dropped a glass calmly.
With a bang, cold water was poured on the ground.