Sinmonger Chapter 2: Investigator

When the paramedics were trying to lift Tom into the ambulance, he woke up on his own and said he was fine, but the doctor was still very responsible. He roughly tested his heart and lung function, observed his pupils, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him. After asking the question, he let Tom get off the stretcher with confidence.

The bank was closed that day, and a yellow cordon was raised outside the door. Tom immediately went to the police station and cooperated with the police to record the statement.

During the narration, Tom appeared terrified, he was a little slow to answer questions, and he said he couldn't remember many details, but the police officer who recorded the confession was very considerate of this heroic citizen who was righteous and brave. He didn't ask questions like a prisoner. details, and did not question any of Tom's answers.

The whole thing is actually not that complicated. The total time from the prisoner entering the bank to the end of the robbery did not exceed four minutes. Among them, Tom rose from the ground until the three prisoners were completely incapacitated, and it took no more than one minute, to be precise, forty-nine seconds. The facts of the case can be basically grasped through the surveillance video on the scene. The police only need the testimony of the parties to prove it when they make a transcript for Tom. They think the case is clear at a glance and can be concluded soon.

When Tom left the police station, many police officers in the police station even applauded him. The sheriff personally drove him home and enthusiastically asked Tom if he needed the police to help him park the car parked in the bank parking lot. Drive back.

Tom politely declined. The bank is not too far from his house. He can walk there to pick up the car, and he doesn't want to have too much contact with the police, in case the other party thinks that the two have become friends. , into his own life circle, it will be a huge hidden danger.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Tom said goodbye to the sheriff and returned home. It was a two-bedroom house with a loft and basement. The lawn was neatly manicured and the driveway was clean. Generally, people live in this kind of residential area. It was a family of three, or retired couples whose children had moved out. Very few lived alone, but Tom lived alone.

As soon as he entered the door, Tom's expression changed. Even with his back to the sheriff just now, his face was tense and tired. But after closing the door, his expression was calm and cold, his eyes were sharp and piercing, and even the posture of standing and walking changed slightly, and his movements changed from the relaxed and procrastinated posture of ordinary people to stable and compact movements.

He feels like he can turn around and go to work immediately, refreshed and business as usual.

Tom cooked dinner, one person's food, and not a single bite was wasted. His diet has a certain plan and regularity, and he never follows his nature. After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes as usual, took out the garbage, washed up, and finally went back to bed. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, Tom fell asleep, and he was productive in everything he did, including rest. Tom could sleep only two hours a day for a month. Normally, four hours is enough for him.

The next day, although Tom was not greatly affected by today's incident, he still called the company to ask for a week's leave. His voice on the phone seemed to be in a bad mood, as if he was suffering. How exciting.

The superior of the company agreed, without even asking the reason. It seems that he already knew about the bank robbery yesterday afternoon. And he himself is very willing to give a few days off to the good employee who has been full-time since the day he hit work.

Thus, Tom's plan without a fuss was carried out smoothly, and he had long expected that this matter would not end easily.

Sure enough, the number of messages on the answering machine suddenly increased to more than 100 that day. Except for friends and colleagues, the most messages came from the media. Vehicles from TV stations and newspapers really swarmed.

Tom cut the wire from the doorbell, put a no-visitor sign on the door, unplugged the phone line in his house, and closed all the curtains. In his experience, even if the news yesterday had A certain hype value, but as long as he sticks to this attitude for a week, people will forget him.

On the third day after Tom closed the door to thank guests, an uninvited guest came to the local police station.

"Gary Johnton...Where did this person come from?" The police chief asked with a puzzled expression, flipping through an order document sent directly from the Governor's Palace.

The police officer who handed over the document shrugged: "This man ran into the police station with the document himself, saying that it was to save some formalities and he could do things quickly."

"The document should be fine, it doesn't look like it's forged, but this..." The director didn't finish his words.

A man entered the director's office without knocking on the door and interrupted him: "There is no problem with the document, so there is no need for 'but', Mr. Director, this investigation of mine is directly under the order of His Excellency Gilson II. Yes, if you have heard the name of that lord, I believe that you will cooperate with all my actions as actively as the Governor, and meet my requirements as much as possible."

The director will take a look at the person in the future. This person is wearing casual clothes. He looks around 30 years old. His appearance is angular, and he can be called handsome. literati.

"Mr. Kiuton?" the director asked.

"Yes." Qiao Dun said.

"You... oh no~IndoMTL.com~ It's Your Excellency Gilson Why are you interested in this case?"

Qiao Dun did not answer, but instead said: "Please prepare all the evidence, testimony, and contact information of witnesses related to the case, and prepare an office for me. It will be done within ten minutes, I will wait in the reception room, please let me know when it is done." He went out after saying that, but he did not forget to bring it to the door.

The chief snorted coldly: "This kid is the staff of the Gilson family, hum... These days, with the support of nobles, he can issue orders to my chief when he enters the police station."

The policeman standing by the desk said: "Then... what do you mean?"

"Bullshit, of course he can do whatever he wants. Do you think the Governor's expedited paperwork is toilet paper? If you don't do what he says within 20 minutes, I'll slap your ass. Cut it out and put it in the drawer, yes, it's the drawer on my right, and I'll have a new ashtray later."

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Las Vegas, in a hotel suite.

King Gilson II is in a wheelchair, operating a laptop with his only four remaining fingers, checking a report titled "Tom Stoll - A Civilian Hero."

He is only 40 years old this year, but his lower body is already paralyzed. The skin on half of his face is artificial. When he is angry, like now, there are large pieces of skin on his face that will not change color, and that part of his face will not change color. Without any change in expression, the artificial skin is like a flesh-colored curtain attached to the face, which is used to cover the necrotic muscle fibers of Mr. Earl...

"Tom Stoll...why are you so familiar..." Gilson II gritted his teeth, staring at the monitor, as if he wanted to kill Tom himself in the report.