To the south of Port Massa, this is where warehouses gather. It was past midnight, and Benjamin, who had been drunk in the bar before, had clear brown eyes. The bright moon and street lights in the night sky were reflected in Alpha's pupils, which were surprisingly bright.
"Mr. Grand." In front of Smith's warehouse, a hint of complaint flashed in the eyes of the doorman. His superiors had already told him that someone other than the police would be investigating today, and the order was to meet all the other party's requirements and cooperate. But the other party didn't come at such a late time first.
"This way." The guard curled his lips and led Benjamin towards a warehouse, "Are you alone?"
Benjamin looked around casually, "Yeah."
The guard twitched his lips. According to the instructions he received, there would be two people coming. Those people in the West District seemed to pay great attention to details. Zach would bring Benjamin with him every time he visited. They naturally regarded the two as one, and the instructions they gave were thoughtful and comprehensive.
The guard took a notebook and jotted down something. This was a special extra job, and he needed to feedback everything faithfully.
The two bypassed the cordon guarded by guards. Benjamin was a little surprised, "Where are we going?"
"There are other entrances and exits." The guard lowered his voice, smiled and waved to the police, "Just follow."
Benjamin curled his lips, James' report didn't mention this.
The two walked around to the side of the warehouse. The light of the street lamp was abandoned behind them. The darkness seemed to deepen the quiet atmosphere. The wave god from the north was faintly conveyed here through the warehouse buildings.
A doorman who had not introduced his name walked to the end of the warehouse, handed the flashlight and notes in his hand to Benjamin, and started talking to himself, "Barton's warehouses are mostly on the seaside, and the goods are prone to moisture, so our Smith's warehouses will Create an isolation layer within the warehouse.”
This guard is of medium build. His hands were lifting up a layer of rubber underground. Benjamin on the side was shaking his flashlight and looking at the reddish-brown rubber layer. This thing is very common, it is a buffer that is usually placed on the bottom of the container.
"Here!" The guard seemed dissatisfied with Benjamin's messy light source. He pressed Benjamin's hand down, and a partition appeared under the peeled-off glue layer.
A huffing sound appeared. The doorman took out a bunch of keys, opened the partition, and took back the flashlight, "Let's go."
Benjamin frowned, no normal person would think this was a good direction.
Half of the guard's body had already walked off the ground. He frowned impatiently, "It's just like the ventilation duct, no danger!"
Benjamin didn't bother to explain, so he pulled the baffle with one hand. He followed the other party down the stairs, "Why don't you enter through the front door?"
After entering, there was unexpectedly enough light source. It was already underground. There was an embedded emergency light every two meters. Once you got used to it, it didn't feel dim at all. There were whistling air currents flowing through the various winding pipes around him. It turned out to be the same as the doorman's explanation, it was just a relatively large ventilation pipe.
The guard raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Benjamin, "I thought you guys in this business like to take different routes from the police. If you want to follow the police's lead, we can go back."
Benjamin waved. It turned out that this was private goods. "The police report didn't mention this. Why?"
The guard twitched his lips with a hint of irritation on his face, and stepped on the ground, "There is also a warehouse below."
Benjamin was helpless, and Smith was one of the founders of Barton City. As for using such childish methods? But Benjamin didn’t bother to ask what was underneath, his nose twitched, and the truth was already at the tip of Alpha’s nose.
The two people shuttled through the pipes. There were not only two people here, but also some staff passing by occasionally. Say hello, bow your head and pass by. For a warehouse that is only used to store building materials, there are surprisingly many staff here. It is still at this midnight hour, oh, Smith, Smith...
The doorman pushed open a ceiling panel again, and the two returned to the real warehouse. Benjamin could already smell the remaining blood. The body had been taken away long ago, but the smell would not disappear so easily. The doorman led Benjamin through the huge shelves, "Do you want to see it yourself, or do you want me to explain it next to you?"
The two of them were already standing at the crime scene. Neatly cut wooden boards and steel bars were piled on the shelves, and the ground was marked with chalk. Although the body was taken away, the scene was still preserved. The two steel pipes that were considered murder weapons were still stuck between the shelves. Dark red blood stains were like falling water droplets covering the cyan pipe wall, where Benjamin stood. A pool of blood accumulated.
"Tell me about it." Benjamin pulled over the sliding stairs next to the shelves and climbed up.
The guard stood there, watching Benjamin stand on the top of the shelf, raised his hand and pointed in the general direction and began to talk, with uncontrollable sadness on his face, "It's right there. According to the police, the person fell from there. And then it happened to be It hit the pipe here, pierced all the way, and slid down." The guard's expression was very uncomfortable, but he pointed to another steel pipe responsibly, "Then he was blocked by this one and held up in the air. That's it. .”
Benjamin looked condescendingly to the left and right. It is close to the edge of the warehouse, and behind it are the stairs on the Internet. The tops of the shelves have also been completely marked by the police. In fact, James' report has completely restored what happened. The deceased was probably trying to pull back the slipped steel pipe. He was too lazy to jump onto the shelf from the stairs next to the warehouse, but then he didn't exert enough strength. There were two handprints where Benjamin was standing, wiping away the dust in a panic...
Benjamin looked at it for a while and felt that there was nothing to expand on. He climbed down the shelf honestly along the sliding ladder, "Then you took me to the aisle of the next floor to see if there is any possibility of someone sneaking in from there?"
The doorman pursed his lips and did not answer directly, "That's the door, and the one above. Follow me."
Benjamin followed the doorman again and walked towards the edge of the warehouse. As explained before, because of the existence of the isolation layer, the real structure of this warehouse is the same as the vacuum insulated cup that has been popular for a while. The underground pipe room that Benjamin walked through is connected to the isolation layer covering the entire warehouse. This is a A building with two layers of cladding inside and outside.
The two of them walked up the stairs at the edge of the warehouse. The doorman patted the wall with one hand, "This is the mezzanine. I don't know if no one has gone in, but it goes all the way to the top." He glanced at Benjamin, "But we have already checked. The door I took you in has definitely not been opened, and the exit on the top floor seems to us to have been untouched."
The incident needs to be deconstructed again. The entire commission cannot be said to be a cover. Things under the warehouse must have stricter security measures. Smith may be worried that someone accidentally discovered something, because from now on, the police have ruled out normal entry. The channel of the warehouse, and there is obviously a secret under the isolation layer shown by the guard. If the murderer happened to choose to come in through the isolation layer, the things below may have been discovered.
Benjamin pounded the wall with his fist. It was obviously a solid cement wall, just like a solid one, except that there was an extra space behind it to isolate the humidity from the seaside.
There was no staircase in the warehouse that could reach the ceiling smoothly. The doorman pulled a pull ring on the wall, and a telescopic ladder similar to a fire escape fell. Benjamin pulled the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to pull down the metal staircase. I originally planned to show my face and leave, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome.
The sound of metal friction echoed in the warehouse. Benjamin glanced at the rust stains on his palms and frowned, "Don't you really think someone can get down here without being discovered by you?"
The guard curled his lips and said, "Maybe that unlucky guy is sleeping? You need to tell us."
Benjamin shook his head and began to climb. As soon as his body submerged into the ceiling, the rapid airflow blew Benjamin's hair into chaos.
At the end of this staircase, in the isolation layer, there is about half a body of space that can accommodate people. Going up, there is the real ceiling of the warehouse. Benjamin first hooked his body, asked for a flashlight, and checked the isolation layer. To be honest, this isolation layer was no different from a normal ventilation duct. It was just covered with an extra layer of soft mats of unknown composition. Benjamin I tried touching it and shuddered. The feeling was uncomfortable and slippery.
Benjamin shook his head, dropped the flashlight, climbed up to the roof with his arms, and climbed to the top with a little effort.
"I don't need to go up." The doorman frowned, raised his head, and looked at Benjamin who was already on the roof through the unopened opening.
Benjamin replied lazily, stretched his body, breathed the fresh air, and casually enjoyed the scenery. In the distance, you can see the Grande's truck parked at the end of the warehouse complex like a matchbox. The vampire, sitting in the passenger seat, noticed this and waved with a smile in the car.
Benjamin twitched the corner of his mouth and checked the ground everywhere. After a while, he found nothing. Returning to the stairs, the doorman was leaning on the lowered stairs, frowning and thinking.
"Nothing." Benjamin said simply, his body already jumping down the stairs.
The doorman looked at Benjamin and asked anxiously, "So it's really an accident?"
Benjamin suddenly thought of something. Such an obvious accident actually required a third party to be re-investigated. Smith's purpose may have to be deconstructed again, "It was an accident, you can rest assured."
These words seemed a bit harsh to the doorman. He frowned and pushed back the stairs with a gloomy expression, "Go back the way you came and follow me."
Returning outside again from the underground isolation layer filled with pipes, Benjamin walked directly to the truck.
Zach couldn't wait any longer. Unlike the werewolf's shining eyes, the vampire's light green eyes were like an ink-colored ocean in the night, as deep as the limit. "How is it? Did you find anything?"
Benjamin got into the driver's seat and turned the key. Without looking back at the road, he turned the steering wheel and turned the car around. He said with a smile, "Let the case remain the same as the police report."
Zach raised his eyebrows, Benjamin's statement was interesting, he discovered something.
The commission takes an unexpected turn as the vampire's eyebrows are raised in Benjamin's narration. (..)