Just like when passing by during the day, the gate of the Herbert Manor was closed. The cold iron fence and well-trained security guards made this place, which accounted for about 2% of the entire Kochikoti Island, seem inaccessible.
This is the only place on the island that is more luxurious than the Alfred Hotel; even if you look at the whole of Western Europe, the reputation of "Herbert's House" is second to none.
Of course, the commoners on the island usually don't have the opportunity to go in as guests, they just go in to work at most...
"Hello, what's the matter?"
When Sam and Feng Bujue came to the gate of the manor, the security guard in the sentry box immediately asked in a patterned tone.
Although the security guard wanted to show a calm look, Feng Bujue still noticed that there was something strange in the man's expression at a glance.
Everyone can lie, but not everyone knows how to lie; most people can control the tone and words when lying, but it is difficult for people to control some subtle expressions and small movements... And an excellent detective , These details can often be used as a breakthrough.
"You don't know me?" Sam didn't answer the other party's question, but just lifted the brim of the hat on his head up, stepped forward a few steps, and put his face under the light.
"You are..." The change in the security guard's expression showed that he recognized Sam.
"I have something to do with John, please let me know." Sam said without waiting for him to finish speaking.
"This..." The security guard hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Okay... just wait a moment."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the intercom phone on the table, pressed a speed dial button, and turned the armchair under him half a circle, ready to talk to someone.
"The police are here." Almost at the same time that the security guard turned around, Feng Bujue lowered his voice and said this to Sam softly.
"What?" Hearing this, Sam was still quite surprised, and then he looked into the manor through the fence, but in the night, there was no light from the police car at all.
"Don't look for it, he didn't call the police." Feng Bujue knew what Sam was looking for, so he answered.
"But you said the police have come?" Sam wondered.
"If you were John, after some unexpected situation..." Brother Jue slowly continued, "You would call the police directly, and let a team of police cars drive into your house with sirens blaring Or will you call the phone on the chief of police's desk and ask him to bring some people over to take a look?"
His words made Sam Moose suddenly enlightened.
Even Sam laughed in his heart: "Heh... what am I thinking? The person who had the accident was John Herbert..."
No matter how advanced the system of human society is, the phenomenon that "a small number of people with more resources will have privileges" cannot be eliminated.
As the "island owner" on Kochikoti Island, John Herbert naturally does not need to go through any routine procedures. As long as he is not at the end of the road, he will never let a team of law enforcement cars They blew their whistles, turned on their lights, and drove into his house in a single line.
At least on this island, John will not leave behind the fact that people can "point and point" at him behind his back.
"Uh..." Not long after, the security guard's call ended. He turned around and paused for a second before speaking, as if he was thinking about how to address Sam in front of him, "Mr. Herbert, you..." He glanced at Brother Jue next to Sam again, "... and your friend can go in, the sheriff is already waiting for you two..."
After all, he has pressed the button on the console at hand and opened the gate of the manor.
Sam was not polite to the other party, he turned his head and left without even saying thank you; but when Feng Bujue passed by the security guard, he tilted his head and gave the security guard a bewildered smile, as if to say sorry for his companion's rudeness. "Feel sorry".
In this way, the two quickly walked through the gate, walked along a stone-paved path (the stone road is for people to walk on, and the driveway next to it is an asphalt road), and walked towards the mansion in the manor.
The road is neither long nor short, and there are street lights along the way, but it still can't clearly illuminate this open land everywhere.
"By the way, Feng." After walking a few steps, Sam thought of something, "You still didn't tell me... how did you know the police had arrived?"
"Of course it was through the observation of that security guard." Feng Bujue replied.
"Oh?" Sam squinted at Brother Jue, "What have you observed?"
"First of all, judging from his complexion and age, this is obviously a security guard who has been on night shift for a long time." Feng Bujue didn't mind telling his reasoning process.
"I understand the expression... But is there any direct connection between age and night shift?" Sam's thinking was not slow, and he immediately asked another question.
"Of course there is..." Feng Bujue replied in a very ordinary tone, "Everyone is willing to put young and good-looking security guards on the daytime post, because there are many people coming and going during the day, so put a more energetic security guard In addition, there are many things to do during the day, in case there are some troubles that young people can't handle, everyone is awake anyway, and young people can ask their superiors by phone at any time.
"However, at night, such a 'single post' must be guarded by an older and experienced staff member; people of this age are more secure in their work, and if something goes wrong, they also have a certain degree of security. The ability to handle it alone. Furthermore...the workload at night is small, and it is possible that there is even nothing to do overnight, so it is just right for people who are approaching retirement to do it."
"Oh..." Sam nodded, "You know this business quite well."
"I am very familiar with many industries." Feng Bujue said, "From the low-level service industry, to the middle-level transactional industry, to the high-end creative industry... My profession requires me to understand 'people', and the relationship with' 'People' are closely related to everything... Obviously, 'career' is a big part of that."
"Huh?" Sam couldn't help asking when he heard this, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked... what do you do?"
"Detective." Feng Bujue answered these two words bluntly, and added a second later, "Maybe it's not appropriate for me to say this by myself, but I have to add... a very outstanding detective detective."
When the voice fell, Sam's reaction... was as exciting as Jue Ge expected.
The man gasped almost uncontrollably, his face turned pale all of a sudden, and even his walking steps became chaotic.
At this moment, Sam has begun to regret... He regrets that he found such an "alibi", and even more regrets that he brought this "friend" to the scene of the crime.