Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 103: Preliminary case study

Evan stayed at Cornwall Manor for the night as a matter of course. Little Edward's face flushed with excitement, and Duke Wilson showed a rare trace of gentleness on his face.

Evan still lived in his original room, which should have been very ordinary, but after going through London, it became a bit ambiguous.

Evan was lying on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, he pinched his cuff, thinking about these things today, how the relationship between him and Duke Wilson should be positioned, Evan is not very clear now, maybe it's a lover, but thinking of Duke Wilson's expression when he returned to his room just now, Evan couldn't help but jump in his heart. Even now, his ears are still burning. He has been surrounded by many men and women in his past life, and he himself is not a good man or woman, but he has never experienced such a feeling, which makes him feel both wonderful and a little overwhelmed.

Evan didn't sleep well that night, Duke Wilson's face and little Edward's appearance alternately appeared in his dreams, and his experiences before coming to this place flashed from time to time, he always thought that It was a memory that he had long forgotten, but it was only today that he realized that he had never forgotten it.

When Evan woke up the next morning, his eyes were dark and his expression was slightly sluggish. Duke Wilson couldn't help but be startled when he looked at him.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep last night?" He looked at Evan with great concern.

Evan smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Duke Wilson's brows couldn't help frowning, and he was about to say something when Steward Chris suddenly stepped forward: "Pastor Bruce, Mrs. Sanders sent someone to bring you a message, he hopes Come back to church early, it will be very busy today.”

Evan frowned slightly: "I see." What can the church do? Evan was slightly puzzled.

Since Mrs. Sanders said this, Evan didn't dare to stop at Cornwall Manor any more. He just hurriedly finished his breakfast and hurried back to Delaney in the carriage prepared by the Duke for him. Church.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Sheriff Chandler waiting at the door, and when he saw him coming, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Reverend, I almost missed you, Mrs. Sanders just now. Let me know you're not here and I'm glad I waited for you a little longer."

Evan smiled a little unnaturally. He knew exactly what Sheriff Chandler meant: "That's great." He said dryly.

Evan and Sheriff Chandler entered the church together. As soon as they entered, they saw Mrs. Sanders sitting on the pews in front of the altar praying. When she heard someone coming in, she immediately became alert. Turning his head, he found that it was Evan, and his expression softened a little.

"It turned out to be you." She hurriedly stood up from the chair, walked to Evan's side, and quickly greeted Sheriff Chandler before saying: "Mr. Pastor, it will be in another month. It's Christmas, you need to prepare, there will be a Christmas party in the town, and the church will also have arrangements, so I'm afraid you have to be more careful these days."

Evan suddenly realized that, he almost forgot about it, in this era, the emphasis on Christmas is a hundred times more important than in his time. When he was an assistant priest, he helped Ross before. The pastor has been preparing for Christmas several times, and now it's his turn, but he has to make up his own mind, and the church's arrangements... Evan thought about the blushing appearance of Pastor Ross every time he came back, and he knew it shouldn't be a bad thing .

"Thank you for your reminder, I see, I'll try to stay in church these days." It looks like he's going to be busy at the end of the year, but I don't know what happens to Duke Wilson's news. .

After greeting Mrs. Sanders, Evan and Sheriff Chandler walked into the living room at the back of the church. Evan changed his thick robe and Sheriff Chandler also He took off his thick coat, and the red-hot stove in the house made the whole house hot.

"It's been a long time since you left this time. I saw Duke Wilson yesterday and found out that you're back too. How about it? Was it fun in London? Was your brother's wedding big?" Sheriff Chandler laughed road.

Evan grinned stiffly, a little unsure how to answer this question, is London fun? Of course it was fun, and the king was played to death. Is my brother's wedding a big one? Of course it was grand, but the bride almost got into my bed.

Evan thinks about his trip to London and is momentarily unsure if he is more unlucky, or those who have been through it.

"It's okay." Evan said perfunctorily: "What's the matter with you this time?" He quickly changed the subject, the trip to London really had nothing to say.

Evan's words were so effective that Sheriff Chandler's attention was quickly diverted.

"Alas..." He sighed: "I really don't know what happened to Dranlier, such a peaceful town has experienced such a terrible thing between this thought, I believe, about Mel You should know about the Colonel too."

Sheriff Chandler has a depressed look on his face. To be honest, he has been a sheriff for so many years, and he has seen more corpses in the past six months than he had combined before.

Evan smiled slightly, with a mild expression: "I've heard a little about this." He paused slightly when he said this: "I heard that the dead one was a nun? It's horrible ."

Killing a religious person is not a trivial matter in this day and age. Although Catholicism is not as powerful as Protestantism in the UK today, they will not sit back and think that their believers are killed. There must be something to say.

"Who said it wasn't." Sheriff Chandler sighed, "It's okay." His expression immediately turned excited: "We've got Colonel Mel, although there's no evidence yet that he killed him. but his unusually close relationship with Mother Eliza really makes me a little suspicious. I heard that you have a good relationship with Colonel Mel, do you know about this? "

After Sheriff Chandler asked this sentence, Evan pursed his lips inexplicably. This matter is now known to everyone, he has no need to hide it, and maybe he can rely on this , to make Sheriff Chandler feel better about Colonel Mel.

"Although I'm sorry, but I do know." Evan said with a sad expression.

Sheriff Chandler was just asking a random question, but he actually got an answer. The whole person couldn't help but look at Evan with some surprise: "You know?" He stood up suddenly: " This is really shocking! How on earth did you know?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan with a burning expression, as if he could get the ironclad evidence for Colonel Mel's conviction from Evan the next moment.

Evan couldn't help twitching his lips, but this time he was going to let Sheriff Chandler down.

"This is what Colonel Mel told me. Although he pretended to be a friend, I am sure that what he said was himself. I didn't expect this incident to verify my thoughts." Evan smiled wryly. road.

Hearing this, Sheriff Chandler couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He suddenly sat back on his sofa, looking a little stunned.

"That's weird, too," murmured Sheriff Chandler. "He's telling you such a horrible thing? It's really counterintuitive."

Sheriff Chandler was convinced that Colonel Mel was the murderer, so he didn't wait for Evan to excuse Colonel Mel, and said directly: "But this is also very likely to be a means of concealment, I still have to investigate it carefully. Fan, Mr. Pastor, thank you for being honest with me."

Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan very sincerely, and his senses for Evan were even better.

Evan smiled and waved his hand: "You don't have to thank me, I'm just telling the truth, this incident has caused a lot of bad repercussions, you still have to solve the case as soon as possible, and don't let these dirty questions flood with Delan Lear."

Sheriff Chandler nodded, thinking how to go back and have a good time with Mel so he could plead guilty as soon as possible.

Evan suddenly said at this time: "Colonel Mel is also my friend. I wonder if you can allow me to see him?"

Sheriff Chandler frowned slightly, and then eased a bit. Mel's current situation is not so bad that he is not allowed to visit, and Evan's request is reasonable.

"You really think a noble gentleman. At this time, the others probably want to cut ties with Colonel Mel for a long time. Don't worry, I can still decide this matter."

For today's British gentlemen, reputation is obviously very important. As long as a gentleman who is a little clean is not willing to have any relationship with a prisoner, Evan's request is indeed a bit unusual.

Evan couldn't help but smile bitterly at Sheriff Chandler's compliment, but in the end he could only wave his hand: "Your compliment made me blush, thank you very much."

Sheriff Chandler is an actionist, and immediately drove Evan to the police station. Evan was actually very anxious. This kind of thing should be done as soon as possible. The later the time, the more difficult it will be.

The place where Colonel Mel was held was a single room, he was at least a gentleman, and no one dared to keep him with bullies until he was convicted.

And Evan was also taken aback when he saw Colonel Mel. It was just an incident of one night, but Colonel Mel seemed to know a different person, and the whole person looked like he had lost his soul. , without any energy, and looks at least ten years older.

"Mr. Sheriff, how can you do this to Colonel Mel, he has not been convicted yet, you..." Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler standing beside him with some anger.

Sergeant Chandler waved his hand quickly: "Mr. Reverend, please believe me, I definitely did not abuse Colonel Mel, and we even know that we haven't interrogated him yet." After taking Colonel Mel back yesterday, time It was getting late, so instead of interrogating him, they put him in jail, trying to scare him, but they didn't expect that Colonel Mel would be so vulnerable, and it took one night to scare him. This way.

Evan frowned, a little disbelieving that Colonel Mel was someone who had gone to the battlefield, how could one night in prison make him what he is now.

Just when Evan was about to say something, Colonel Mel suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. Pastor, don't blame Sheriff Chandler, he really did nothing to me."

His tone was three parts desolate, three parts sorrow, three parts regret, and a part of despair. Evan was stunned when he heard it.