"identity!"
"The identity of Mr. Frieden!"
"Don't forget the ability brought by this identity!"
Jason said like this, and then without waiting for Hall to speak again, he continued: "Suppose, let's assume that the fire that Mr. Frieden encountered was really not an accident, but man-made. He wanted to retaliate The guy who made it all, why did he choose to let us 'watch' it?"
Hall was taken aback for a moment, then frowned.
"yes!"
"With Mr. Frieden's ability, if his miserable experience is really man-made, if you want to punish the other party, you don't have to do it yourself."
"It only needs to reveal a little bit of information, whether it is His Excellency the mayor or our big shots, they will be more than happy to help."
"And, once these big shots make a move, this guy will only die worse!"
Saying that, Hall looked down at the charred corpse.
Perhaps the most brutal punishment of death is burning at the stake.
But that's only for death.
And those big men have too many ways to make this guy survive or die.
You don't need to use too much, just one or two is enough to make the other party understand how unfortunate it is to live, and how lucky it is to die.
Such a death is a gift to you
Suddenly, Hall had such an idea in his heart.
But immediately, Hall shook his head, and shook this thought that didn't fit his identity as a police detective out of his mind.
Jason saw Hall shaking his head, and he knew what Hall was thinking.
Because he also thought of something similar.
And this made things even more contradictory.
If it was Frieden, why did the other party do such an 'inefficient' thing
If it wasn't for Frieden, who was the guy in front of him
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. Standing here, we can't find valuable information at all."
"Since the initial kidnapping took place at Frieden Manor."
"Then, let's go to the manor of that Mr. Frieden."
Detective Hall had no objection to Jason's proposal.
"Yes, sir."
After speaking, Hall immediately turned around and walked towards the carriage.
As one of the important pieces of evidence, the charred corpse can't just be thrown here, it has to 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 it is also necessary to ensure that the charred corpse will not scare others and cause panic.
The recent Lord has been messed up enough, and Hall doesn't want to add any more trouble to his chief.
"Anything like a rain cloth?"
Hall asked the coachman.
"Yes, yes."
The coachman stammered and took out the rain cloth of the carriage from the other side of the tool box.
Hall, who took the raincloth, spread the raincloth directly on the side of the charred corpse, then took out gloves from his pocket, put them on, and gestured to the driver.
It is obviously difficult for a person to carry a charred corpse without destroying the corpse.
"Officer, I..."
The coachman waved his hands in panic and fear.
Undoubtedly, the coachman did not want to touch the charred corpse.
But under Hall's gradually serious face and sharp gaze, the coachman, who was originally a commoner, chose to give in.
He put on the gloves that Hall handed over, walked across from Hall, and began to help the detective carry the body.
In the end, the tightly wrapped body was placed on the roof of the carriage and fixed with ropes.
During the whole process, Jason stood on the side, watching the driver silently.
He doesn't trust anyone.
Let alone a stranger who 'carried' them through homicide.
Moreover, the other party was also a servant of Frieden.
If Frieden really did all of this, the possibility of the other party being an accomplice is extremely high.
Even if the other party behaves normally.
Because, there are too many ways to cause such 'normal' anymore.
A few minutes later, the carriage started again.
Hall, who returned to the carriage, lowered his voice and asked:
"How about it?"
While asking, the police detective pointed to the seat where the coachman was sitting across the compartment behind him.
There is no doubt that the detective is also suspicious of the other party.
And the scene just now was naturally tempting.
"Not found yet."
Jason shook his head slowly.
"If he is really a helper, he will definitely show his flaws."
"And the people in Frieden Manor."
Obviously, this police detective is not a person who gives up lightly. He not only wants to lock the coachman firmly, but also carefully checks everyone in Frieden Manor.
Jason didn't object to this.
This is what he wants to do.
Now that someone is helping, it would be great.
For the rest of the journey, Jason didn't speak again. He leaned back in the chair, with the soft cushion supporting his waist, allowing him to listen to Detective Hall's narration in a more comfortable posture.
This time, of course, the story was all about Frieden.
Through this narration, Jason clearly understood the status of this rich man in Lord City.
Perhaps the other party did not hold any official position in Lord City, but any official who saw this rich man had to treat him with courtesy, even the mayor.
Moreover, the other party has close contacts with certain gang members.
Black and white take all!
Jason couldn't help but think of the word.
And soon, when the carriage turned into the side road of the manor, Jason had a deeper understanding of the rich man again.
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 miscellaneous forests to tall pines and cypresses.
At the end of the road, there is a three-meter-high courtyard wall, which prevents people from peeping. The sharp iron gate is dark and sharp. After the carriage approached, several servants opened the gate, and a water bottle-shaped fountain immediately came into view. The water jet sprayed out and fell on the water below, making a tick-tock sound.
The carriage went around the fountain, and a garden corridor supported by six marble columns appeared there, and the carriage stopped at the door of the corridor.
The coachman opened the door, took off his hat, and bowed slightly.
"Two officers, here we are."
The other party said so.
Hall jumped out of the carriage first, and he scanned his surroundings vigilantly, followed by Jason.
A middle-aged man in a housekeeper's uniform and white gloves was standing straight at the door, waiting quietly. When both of them got out of the carriage, the housekeeper walked over quickly.
Although the pace was fast, there was a feeling of orderliness, just like the words of the other party.
"Your Excellencies, we have been waiting for a long time."
After finishing speaking, the other party showed a polite but alienated smile.
Compared with the coachman, this butler is much more natural. Obviously, he is of extraordinary background. He should be a professional butler, or someone from high society.
Then, the other party continued:
"Two, please follow me."
"Master's room has been sealed off, and nothing has been touched..."
As the butler said, he was about to turn around and lead the way, but at this moment, the other party'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, staring at the back of Jason and Hall with wide eyes, and opened his mouth involuntarily.
Crunch, crunch!
A chewing sound sounded behind the two of them.