Arthur raised his head, and he happened to be able to see high-rise buildings. The magnificent and luxurious buildings in the distance contrasted sharply with the dilapidated and old eaves in front of him.
This house has not been repaired for some time, it is dilapidated, the locust tree in the yard has withered long ago, weeds are growing wildly, sundries and garbage bags are piled up, surrounded by insects and flies.
Arthur knocked on the wooden door that looked like it was about to fall, and shouted for a long time before he finally heard a sound coming from the room, and someone opened the door.
This old man bears no resemblance to the Berrante in the photo. He is wearing a baggy vest with yellow stains on the cuffs and chest. His hair is disheveled and his nose is red. According to the information, he should be around sixty years old. , but the person in front of him looked like he was in his seventies or eighties. He exuded a stench, a dying smell, as if he had just crawled out of a coffin that was about to rot. Xu Shi was still drunk, he stared blankly at the two uninvited guests, and said angrily: "Is the stinky woman next door complaining to me again?"
Arthur first showed the FBI badge and said politely: "Hello, are you Mr. Ferro? We are investigating the case of your son Berrante Ferro. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" ?”
At the mention of the name "Brand", he seemed to come back to life a little bit. He cheered up a little, froze for a moment, stared angrily, and suddenly burst into anger: "How long has my son been dead, and you are now Find out who killed him!"
Arthur was sprayed with saliva, which is a common occurrence, and he endured it: "Can we come in and talk to you? If not, we can do it here."
The old Mr. Orlo looked outside and saw passers-by and neighbors looking over because of his loud shouting. He suppressed his anger and let the two men in black, one old, one young, one tall and one short, look at him. into the house.
Naturally, the house was also a mess.
Old Mr. Orlo threw the dirty clothes piled on the sofa to the ground, giving Arthur and the others a place to sit, and then took out two unwashed cups from the sink in the kitchen to rinse them casually. Filled two glasses of tap water for hospitality.
Arthur followed Mr. Steven like a puppy following a mother dog.
He saw Mr. Steven lift up an overturned photo frame on the cabinet. There was a dusty photo in it. He could vaguely see that the background was the house they were standing under now, but at that time the house was brand new, beautiful and full of vitality. Standing in front of the door were the Aurro father and son. In this photo, Brandt was wearing a high school uniform, tall and vigorous, and the old Mr. Aurro was still not decadent at that time, wearing a neat black suit.
Arthur frowned slightly, glanced secretly at Mr. Steven beside him, and calmed down.
Arthur waited for the old Mr. Orlo to sit down, and was about to ask a question, but was robbed. The old Mr. Orlo asked, "Are you really here to investigate the case? Are you not the lackeys of the dignitaries?"
Arthur was embarrassed.
Steven asked with a straight face, "Do you know where the FBI is?"
Old Mr. Orlo glared at him, and after a while of confrontation, he was defeated, relieved, and said sadly: "Berlante was murdered, he didn't commit suicide, absolutely not. I know who the murderer is, I've always known, but so what? His family is powerful, so why don't you let him go."
Arthur had pulled out his little notebook, and asked: "Who do you think the murderer is?" Mr. Allen
Old Mr. Orlo spit out a name that was completely unfamiliar to Arthur, and he almost wanted to bite his flesh and said through gnashing of teeth: "Clarence Hall, that's him, he killed my son! His father He is a high-ranking official, and my mother's family is also a big business, can you arrest him?"
Arthur hurriedly wrote down the name, always feeling that he had heard of this name somewhere, but at this moment he had no time to think about it, and continued to listen attentively to Mr. Orlo's speech.
Steven asked: "Do you think he killed your son, what basis do you have? Just because he was the first person to discover the crime scene? There must be a motive for killing, right?"
Arthur suddenly realized, yes, he said why the name sounded so familiar, it was the caller on the file. In a homicide case, the probability that the first person found at the scene of the crime is the murderer is not small.
The old Mr. Orlo seemed to be caught in painful memories, his whole face was wrinkled, and tears filled his bloodshot eyes: "I shouldn't have let Brandt enter that school, they couldn't see Many people bullied him. Especially that Clarence...he was jealous of Brandt, because Brandt robbed him of the first place, and in several competitions, Brandt won him and took the first place."
Steven nodded, leaned forward slightly, handed him a cigarette, and lit it. With a low voice, he followed into the story: "...Berlante is so kind and simple, he can only read books, and those rich bastards look down on him, bully him, and even kill him just because they were reincarnated well, It's unforgivable."
Arthur's eyes widened slightly in surprise when he heard the gentle and polite Mr. Steven spit out the dirty words calmly, but he quickly calmed down and began to study secretly.
Old Mr. Orlo said in tears: "Brand is a good boy. He should have been admitted to a prestigious school and achieved success. Those little bastards hurt him... He often went home with injuries. I asked him, but he refused. Tell me where the injury came from."
Steven asked: "Do you remember this guy Alan? The brown haired one."
Old Mr. Orlo was taken aback, and then said, "I... I don't remember."
He only reached out and grabbed Steven's wrist: "Those people are secondary, Clarence, listen to me, that's right, it was Clarence who killed my son! You must arrest him!"
Of course, it was impossible for Steven to promise him, and asked, "I also want to ask, where were you when the crime happened?"
Old Mr. Orlo's eyes flickered, and he became angry again: "What the hell do you mean? Are you suspecting that I killed my son! Am I crazy?"
Steven said: "It's just a routine. Since you didn't do it, then you can tell us where you were at that time, so we can help you eliminate the suspicion."
The old Mr. Orlo said: "I worked overtime in the factory that day and didn't come home until very late. You can ask my boss. The police questioned me back then, and I have an alibi."
Arthur and Steven ask enough clues and leave.
Arthur held his small notebook: "I'll check Clarence Hall immediately."
Looking up, he found that Steven was gone, turned his head, and trotted to catch up.
Steven walked towards an old woman who was walking her dog. Steven had noticed that this old woman passed by here several times before. When they were about to get in the car, she also looked at this side, wanting to speak but stopped.
Steven said very kindly: "Hi, madam, you have been looking at us, do you want to talk to us?"
The old woman asked: "I just heard that you are here to investigate the case of Brandt? It should have been investigated long ago, and I also think there are many doubts! He should not be a boy who would commit suicide! He is a Very strong and brave boy!"
She seemed to be holding back for a long time, and directly threw a bomb: "Brand died at noon, his father was not at home, I heard the sound of quarreling and fighting, it was very loud! I was taking a nap at that time, and I was suddenly caught Woke up, I woke up to look, and saw a boy about his age running out of his house in a hurry. I also went to his house to ask, and saw broken things on the ground, and a The knife fell to the ground, and Brandt's hands were covered in blood."
Arthur jotted it down hastily.
Steven asked about the appearance of the boy who ran away, but unfortunately, it has been twenty years, and the old woman can't remember clearly.
This is the difficulty of investigating their case. The police did not collect evidence well back then. Twenty years later, it was difficult to dig out new physical evidence, so they could only investigate from the perspective of witnesses.
This is a brand new lead.
The old woman said regretfully: "Berlant is a very good child. He even helped me clean the yard when he was free. He lived with his father. He took care of the housework at a young age and went out on holidays. Working part-time to save tuition, hardworking and serious, alas, what a pity. You must investigate who the boy who ran away is, I think he is very suspicious."
After recording, Arthur asked: "Madam, why didn't you tell the police back then?"
The old woman said, "No one has ever asked me."
Arthur: "..."