"Mr. Rael, what's wrong with you?" Evan looked at Rael, who was a little stiff, and asked with concern.
Rael wanted to force a smile, but he failed in the end. He just raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, is the tramp still at the police station?"
Evan looked at Rael and suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid you don't feel good in your heart, after all, it's the one who killed Mr. Johnson."
Evan's sudden change of topic made Rael stunned for a moment, and finally nodded: "Yes, yes."
Evan couldn't help sighing when he heard it: "You have also been wronged a lot in this matter, why don't you do it like this, I will tell Sheriff Chandler and let you participate in tomorrow's affairs."
"What's going on tomorrow?" Rael looked at Evan with some doubts.
Evan nodded: "Tomorrow Sheriff Chandler will take the homeless man to paint a portrait, because the previous painter was ill, so he temporarily decided to go to Sheriff Chandler's house and hire another painter. Come here, do you want to come and see?"
Rael just felt his heart pounding, such a thing... such a thing... it's really...
"Okay, okay." Rael only felt some dry lips.
Evan smiled with relief: "I'm glad to have you join us, I believe things will develop further tomorrow."
Rael smiled reluctantly, and then immediately took the letter and left Evan's house.
Looking at Rael's anxious back, Evan smiled meaningfully. I'm afraid this matter will come to an end tomorrow.
**
The next morning, Evan went to Sheriff Chandler's house early. Sheriff Chandler had just woken up at this time, and he was still a little confused.
"Oh, my God, Pastor Bruce, why are you here so early." Sheriff Chandler's hair was messy, and the bread was still in his mouth, and his words were a little muffled.
Evan turned his face away, unable to bear to look directly, and said succinctly, "I'm afraid there will be something wrong here, so come and see in advance."
Sheriff Chandler smiled at this time: "Don't worry, everything has been arranged according to what you said, Mrs. Johnson will come on time at nine o'clock, and the tramp will also be brought over after everyone arrives, and then It's up to you to predict how things will develop."
Evan listened and nodded slightly: "Very good."
Speaking of which, Sheriff Chandler couldn't help looking at Evan curiously, and whispered, "But will things really develop as you expected?"
Evan sneered in his heart, but his face was very soft: "Please rest assured, as long as a sinful person in this world has committed a crime, he will no longer fear the majesty of the law. In order to protect his secret, he will definitely take action. of."
Sheriff Chandler was a little confused by what Evan said, but he still nodded and said no more.
When the clock reached nine o'clock, Mrs. Johnson arrived at Sheriff Chandler's house on time. This time, Mrs. Johnson was different from the previous times. Although she was still a little pale this time, her complexion seemed to It was much better than the last time, and when she saw Evan, a smile appeared on her face.
"Oh, Pastor Bruce, you are here too." Mrs. Johnson looked at Evan with a very friendly smile.
Evan slightly curved his mouth and said softly: "Thanks to the invitation of Sheriff Chandler, how are you doing, Madam?"
"I'm fine." Mrs. Johnson smiled: "It's just that I really hope that this terrible thing will end soon. Fortunately, now that Sheriff Chandler has caught the culprit, this terrible time can finally get rid of ."
Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson, nodded, and said nothing.
A moment later, Sheriff Chandler's door was knocked again. Evan's expression changed and he glanced at Sheriff Chandler. The Sheriff immediately went to open the door, but when he saw Rael standing at the door, The whole person was still stunned.
"This..." He looked at Evan with a bewildered expression.
At this time, Evan seemed to finally remember it, and immediately explained: "I happened to talk about this with Mr. Rael yesterday, so I invited Mr. Rael by the way." Here he turned again. Looking over at Mrs. Johnson, whose face instantly turned cold and severe, she said softly, "Ma'am, would you mind?"
Mrs. Johnson seemed to want to stop herself from being so aggressive, so she wanted to laugh to lighten the mood, but she failed in the end. She suddenly realized that when she faced this person, it was the end of her life. Can't laugh at all.
"No, I don't mind." Mrs. Johnson said stiffly.
Evan didn't seem to feel the awkward atmosphere, and still smiled very contentedly: "It's fine if you don't mind."
Rael walked in a little nervously. Although Sheriff Chandler didn't like him a little, he would not easily do some rude behavior, so he still invited him to sit in the living room.
The others waited for another ten minutes, and the knock at the door finally rang. Sheriff Chandler stood up excitedly this time, and said with a smile, "It's finally here."
He rushed to the door to open the door, but Evan still stood there, but his eyes swept over Mrs. Johnson and Rael. Mrs. Johnson clenched the fan in her hand tightly with sharp eyes, while Rael was only silent. Standing there, not saying a word.
After a while, the homeless man walked in under the escort of the police. Because of the small size of the room, Rael retreated to the corridor. Mrs. Johnson also walked into the kitchen because she did not want to be in the same room with a homeless man. Watching the people in the house through the glass.
The homeless man looked a little sluggish at this time, his messy beard covered most of his cheeks, and there was an unpleasant smell on his body, which made everyone in the room frown.
"Mr. Goode." Sheriff Chandler asked reluctantly. "Can you really help us find the murderer?"
"Please believe me!" When it came to the homeless man, he suddenly became energetic: "That thing was definitely not done by me. I am very grateful for Mr. Johnson's generosity. How could he do something to hurt him? I It will definitely help you draw a good picture!"
Sheriff Chandler nodded reluctantly. "Very good."
Because the painter hadn't come yet, everyone had to sit quietly, waiting for the arrival of the painter. Sheriff Chandler waved his hand a little impatiently. After so long, no one has come yet. It's so weird.
"Go outside and see if the painter is here!" Sheriff Chandler waved to a police officer.
The police officer went out to check immediately, but Evan suddenly said, "Who is the painter you hired?"
Sheriff Chandler frowned slightly, and before he had time to answer, suddenly there was a loud noise in the garden, like an explosion, and everyone in the room immediately panicked. Mrs. Johnson's sharp voice came from the kitchen. When they came out, the kitchen was the closest place to the garden. Sheriff Chandler responded the most quickly and ran towards the door immediately. Evan also followed Sheriff Chandler out.
At this time, only the homeless man was left, handcuffed and handcuffed, sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace. He stared at the scene in front of him in a stunned manner, and he couldn't react.
A man took a thin needle and walked towards him step by step, he stared at the man, almost incoherent: "Yes... it's you..."
A grim smile appeared on the man's face, and the needle in his hand glowed with cold light.
The homeless wanted to avoid and shout, but the noise outside had already covered his shouts. It seemed like a pot had been blown up outside, and there were voices and screams everywhere.
At this time, the tramp really had no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth, and he couldn't help showing the color of despair on his face.
The man got closer and closer to the homeless man, knowing that the tip of his needle had touched the homeless man's cheek, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter behind him: "Mr. Rael, I have to say, your explosion today , which I never thought of."
It turned out that this person was Rael. He quickly turned his head and looked at Evan's slightly smiling face and Sheriff Chandler's frown. His face instantly turned pale.
"You...you...you designed this?" Rael's tone trembled slightly.
Evan looked back at Sheriff Chandler, and the sheriff nodded: "Mr. Rael, I didn't think you really did this."
Rael was almost collapsed at this time. Facing the current scene, he didn't seem to be able to find a breakthrough to get out of here. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something. He immediately clenched the needle in his hand and turned around. I want to catch the homeless man who was still a little helpless just now.
It's just that when he turned around, the homeless man had taken off the beard on his face, and even the tightly handcuffed hands had now been released. He was like a most respectable young man, standing on Behind Rael, he nodded slightly: "Mr. Rael, I'm Constable Pete."
It turned out that the man was a police officer in disguise.
Rael was really desperate at this time, the needle in his hand slipped down her fingertips, and she looked at Sheriff Chandler and Evan, her lips trembling uncontrollably: "You... what the hell are you doing? know it's me?"
Sheriff Chandler was obviously still confused at this time, but Evan looked confident. He waved at the policeman at the door, who had gone out early to investigate whether the painter came or not. Came in with a lady.
"Mr. Sheriff, Pastor Bruce, this is the man who threw explosives into your garden!" The policeman looked excited, obviously, he was also the most important part of this plan.
Rael looked at the woman being pulled by the police officer's hands, and suddenly there was a momentary relief on his face.
"Is it because of her?" Rael's tone was very low.
Evan smiled softly: "Mr. Rael, I have to say that this trick of yours is really interesting. At first, you put yourself in the most suspicious place, and even don't hesitate to destroy your reputation, and then in When the police are most content, they find someone to prove their innocence. Although your reversal is very good, it will completely divert everyone's attention from you, but I have to say that the collaborator you chose It's really the biggest loophole in this thing."
Evan looked at the lady with her head down, and said, "Miss Blair, the most famous old lady in Delan Lier, although she can easily be confused by you, but her love for love. Yearning and her uncontrollable desire to show off completely ruined your plans."
Evan didn't look at Miss Blair, who was trembling all over, but looked at Rael, who looked a little gloomy.
"You told me that you were going to leave Delan Lier, and it was also at this time that Miss Blair, who testified for you, sold her ancestral home that she had inherited for many years, left Delan Lier, and was pregnant with Selling your house with the happiness of wanting to get married, this kind of coincidence, I'm afraid it won't happen once in a hundred years, Mr. Rael?"
At this time, Evan's eyes finally brought out a sarcastic smile, but at this time, Rael completely lost his faith.