"What do you mean?" Sam showed obvious displeasure after being stopped.
"The reason I asked the security to let you in is to tell you to your face that the two of you have no right to enter the scene of the crime." The police chief replied in a tone of voice.
"The scene of the crime?" Feng Bujue repeated these four words, and continued, "Oh... In other words, some kind of 'case' did happen, right..."
The sheriff soon realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he would be wrong, and replied: "Yes...so, as irrelevant persons, you have no right to..."
"First of all..." Feng Bujue didn't intend to let him finish his sentence at all, and interrupted directly, "In my opinion, this is not a 'formal investigation' at all. If it is, then you should be driving a police car and wearing a police suit." Clothes and rushing to the scene with your men, instead of wearing civilian clothes and driving your own car."
While speaking, Brother Jue raised his hand to gesture to Sam: "Secondly, Sam is not an 'unrelated person', I believe, you already know...'He was on the phone with John when the incident happened', So at the very least... he's also an important witness."
The police chief couldn't refute Brother Jue's words, not even a single word, but he could hear something from Brother Jue's words: "You said... 'at least'?" He fixed his eyes on Sam, "So... apart from being a witness, what other 'identity' does he have in this case?"
Even in such a small place as Kochikoti Island, a person who can become a sheriff is more or less capable. At this moment, his reaction has to be said to be quite sharp.
Fortunately, Feng Bujue answered this question fluently: "Isn't that nonsense, his other identity is John's brother, of course, this identity may have nothing to do with this case, so I think the identity of 'witness' is more important Some."
There was nothing wrong with the answer, and the sheriff could find nothing wrong with it.
"Cut... In short, if I say I can't go in, I can't." There is no way, the official words can't fool these two people, so I can only come here, "Even if I am not wearing a uniform, I am still working now. If you don't leave, you will be in the way." official business."
"It's unreasonable..." Sam said, "You are clearly abusing your power!"
"Watch your wording, Sam." The sheriff said coldly, "It's not your turn to be a fraudster who forges a will and teach me how to do things."
"You..." Sam was about to lose his temper.
"Hey~" But Feng Bujue stopped him, "Don't be angry, we are all adults, we must know how to solve problems calmly." He took out his phone while talking, "By the way, can you tell me What is the number of the police on the island?"
"What are you going to do?" Hearing this, the sheriff, who was still imposing just now, panicked instantly.
"Naturally call the police." Feng Bujue replied in a natural tone, "Isn't there a 'case' happening here?"
"I'm the Sheriff! I'm already here!" the Sheriff snapped.
"So what?" Feng Bujue said, "Where is the cordon? Where is the police officer handling the case? Are you the only one? Have we returned to the era of western movies? The whole town relies on a sheriff in plain clothes and a revolver to keep order?"
The sheriff had nothing to say, because he really was wrong; he had received a personal call from John, and was asked not to go through the official process until the matter was "closed", so as not to leave a record.
These actions are undoubtedly illegal and even illegal in the eyes...
In desperation, the sheriff could only tell the truth: "Listen... boy, if you don't know the situation on the island, you're afraid to get involved... Mr. Herbert, he doesn't want to make things too public..."
"Is John Herbert the Minister of Justice?" Feng Bujue said rudely again, "Isn't he just a commoner? Could it be that because he is rich, he can command the sheriff here?"
Brother Jue is a Chinese, and he is more than ten times better than these European guys when he plays with hats and makes concepts: "Mr. Sheriff... It's just a matter of life style, but as a police officer, if you give benefits to others work..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" The sheriff hurriedly shouted, "I just made a flexible solution according to the actual situation, so... that's why I didn't bring the team over..."
"Then please be flexible..." Feng Bujue was waiting for this sentence, "...let us go in."
...
Five minutes later, in Herbert's mansion, in the corridor on the second floor.
With a dark face, the sheriff brought Sam and Feng Bujue here.
When John Herbert saw his brother, his expression changed slightly.
In an awkward atmosphere, the sheriff walked up to John's ear and whispered a few words. During the process, John's eyes kept wandering around Sam and Brother Jue.
After the sheriff finished speaking, John came to the two with a sullen face, and said to Sam: "You came at the right time..." He glanced at Brother Jue, "And...you actually brought a detective ?”
For a person involved in the "murder incident", he was unbelievably calm; judging from the way John spoke, it seemed that he was in charge of the whole situation, not the submissive and pretentious sheriff behind him.
"Feng and I just met in the hotel bar." Sam said, "It's just a coincidence that he came here." His tone did not show any weakness, "As for what you said 'come at the right time', I don't agree It's too clear... I just heard some strange movements from the other end of the phone when I was talking to you, and I came here out of concern for my brother, is there anything wrong with that?"
Obviously, today's Sam Herbert is no longer the stunned young rich second generation who was murdered by others and didn't know it; these years, he has been fighting outside with his own mind and hands, even if the city is still Not as deep as his elder brother, but when faced with the situation in front of him, he won't be led by the nose with a few words.
"I'm fine." John stared into Sam's eyes, as if he wanted to look directly at the brain through the other's pupils, "Thank you for your concern... But, I think just this sentence, you and your friend can I won't stop here, so..." He said, then turned sideways, turned his head and gestured towards a door behind him, "I'd better let you come and check for yourself."
"Then I won't be polite." Before the other party finished speaking, Feng Bujue walked up quickly as if nothing had happened, and when he passed by John, he even pushed the other party with his shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, like a hooligan entering the house look.
A few seconds later, Brother Jue came to the open door and looked into the room.
What caught his eyes was a huge bedroom; judging from the luxury of this room, the identity of its owner was clearly revealed.
At this time, in the corner of this bedroom, on an expensive pure wool carpet near the desk, there was a person lying down.
It can also be said... a corpse that has not yet cooled through.