"Wow... this... is quite surprising." After a few seconds, Sam continued with a slightly exaggerated expression, "I don't know anyone who is a detective yet."
"It's normal. Private detectives are an unpopular profession nowadays." Feng Bujue said, "After all, criminal investigation technology is advanced now, and the police in most countries are also very good." He responded casually, and then brought the topic back , "Speaking of the police... Where did I come from..." He paused, and then said, "Oh... By the way, besides what I just said, there are actually many signs that can prove that the security guard is a long-term duty officer. Night shift. If you are as accustomed to observing as I am, you will find that the thermos at his hand, his collar, his jaw... all point to the same conclusion; of course, the most obvious evidence is his Uniforms just taken from the only dry cleaner on the island…”
Brother Jue said with a smile: "The hang tag of the laundry shop is still in his jacket pocket, and a small part is exposed, but he obviously didn't notice it."
Sam couldn't help swallowing when he heard this... Although he couldn't verify whether Brother Jue's reasoning was correct, judging from the latter's confident attitude, the words "excellent" didn't seem to be bragging. .
On the other side, Brother Jue, with his strong ability to perceive words and emotions, has already grasped Sam's inner changes clearly, but he still didn't mean to say anything, but continued to say nonchalantly: "Then the question is...why didn't he Did you notice it? Did he forget it for a while? Or... he himself is a very sloppy person?" Feng Bujue asked himself and replied, "No, he is not, his age and position indicate that he is not, but He just neglected this trivial matter today. Why? In my opinion, the biggest possibility is... Today, when he came to work and just finished changing his clothes, something happened... something very urgent The serious and important situation left him no time to worry about other trivial matters."
"You mean... the police came as soon as he changed into his uniform and sat down?" Sam followed Juege's train of thought.
"The attendance sheet on the wall behind him records the time when the security guards go to and from get off work. If I read it correctly... the night shift security guards are on duty from 11:40 am to 7:40 am the next morning." Feng Bujue continued, "Old employees like him generally arrive at work a little earlier. If there is no accident, he should come to take over at 11:30 or even earlier; suppose the incident happened in your At the time of the phone call...that's around eleven o'clock...so it's about the right time between John's psychological struggle and the time he calls the chief of police and the chief arrives."
At this point in the conversation between the two, the gravel road that was neither long nor short was over.
When they came to the door of Herbert's mansion, a man who looked to be in his fifties with gray temples greeted him.
"Long time no see, Sam." Judging from the unceremonious tone of this person's speech, he should not be from the Herbert family. "You have changed so much, I almost can't recognize you."
"But you still seem to be the same, Mr. Sheriff." When Sam responded to the other party, his tone was also bad.
Just from this one meeting, it can be seen that these two had not been very happy in the past.
"Hmph..." The police chief snorted coldly, then shifted his gaze to Feng Bujue, "So... this one again?"
"This Mr. Feng is my friend." Sam said, "It just so happens..." His tone changed slightly, "...he is also a detective. I think he should be able to help with tonight's matter."
"Detective?" The sheriff raised his eyebrows and squinted at Brother Vision, his eyes were full of disdain, "Heh... private detective, right..." He shrugged, "I don't think these guys who make a living by tracking and taking photos of extramarital affairs can give us these What 'help' the professionals offer."
His sarcasm was quite sharp, and his tone revealed an inexplicable sense of superiority and contempt for the person in front of him.
And Feng Bujue... As a person who "if people don't offend me, I might make fun of others out of interest", faced with this kind of provocation that came to him, he was naturally very happy to go back.
"What the sheriff said is..." Brother Jue almost didn't think much, and opened his mouth, "We private detectives are best at secretly taking photos of extramarital affairs." His eyes moved slowly, his expression and tone were worthless It also rose sharply, "Judging from the trace of wearing a ring on your left ring finger and the shabby clothes, you must have had contact with one of my colleagues; um... considering your occupation , after the evidence of cheating is captured, the possibility of going to court again is close to zero, so you can only accept all the unreasonable demands made by the woman's lawyer... If nothing else, the high alimony after divorce makes your current life miserable In other words, in order to alleviate this economic and spiritual pressure... It is a good choice to act as a dog leg for some chaebols, and to put on airs as a low-level civil servant on a small island with a bigger fart."
"You...you..." In the middle of this passage, our Mr. Sheriff was already blushing with anger, and when Brother Jue finished speaking, the Sheriff seemed to want to The appearance of drawing a gun and shooting someone.
His anger... There must be a reason. In Feng Bujue's reasoning, those vicious words were like bullets, and each bullet directly hit the sheriff's fragile self-esteem.
"Don't put on such a scary face, Mr. Sheriff." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spread his hands and said with a smile, "I was just joking... haha... But, I think you have already done something to me at this moment. Now that you have a certain understanding of the level of a detective and the 'shocking charisma' of a person, I believe you won't care about 'non-professionals' like me."
"Uh..." The sheriff groaned like a beast. Although he really wanted to get angry, but because what Brother Jue said was all the truth, the sheriff couldn't find any "flashing point" other than getting angry from embarrassment. He was helpless. He could only suppress his anger, and snorted in a low voice, "Hmph...you smart guy..."
"Hey..." Feng Bujue smiled easily, pretending he didn't hear anything, and said instead, "Okay, without further ado, let's go in and see what happened."
As he spoke, he exchanged glances with Sam, beckoning him to follow, and then walked towards the door of the mansion.
Unexpectedly, the police chief rushed to them in one step and said, "Wait a minute." He put on a "businesslike" poker face and said coldly, "Who said you can go in?"
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