Thriller Paradise Chapter 11: I am a detective

Like when passing by during the day, the gates of Herbert Manor were closed, and the cold iron fences and well-trained security made this place that occupies about 2% of the entire Kochikoti Island out of reach.

This is the only place on the island that is more luxurious than the Alfred Hotel; even in Western Europe, the reputation of "Herbert House" is second to none.

Of course, the civilians on the island usually don't have the opportunity to go in as guests. At most, they just go to work...

"Hello, what can I do?"

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 intended to show a calm look, Feng Bujue still noticed a different look on this person at a glance.

Everyone can lie, but not everyone knows how to lie; most people can control the tone and wording when lying, but some subtle expressions and small movements are difficult for people to control... And good detectives can often use these details as a breakthrough.

"You don't know me?" Sam didn't answer the other person's question. He just lifted the brim of the hat on his head up, and took a few steps forward, putting his face under the light.

"You are..." The change in the security's expression has shown that he has recognized Sam.

"I have something to do with John, please let me know." Sam said without waiting for him to finish.

"This..." The security guard hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Okay... Wait a minute."

After that, he picked up the intercom on the desk, pressed a speed dial button, and turned the chair under him half a circle, ready to talk to someone.

"The police have arrived." Almost at the same time the security guard turned around, Feng Bujue lowered his voice and said this to Sam softly.

"What?" Sam was still surprised when he heard the words. He then glanced into the manor through the fence, but in the night, there was no light of the police car.

"No need to look, he didn't call the police." Feng Bujue knew what Sam was looking for, so he continued.

"But you said the police have arrived?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"If you are John, after encountering some kind of unexpected situation..." Ge Ge said slowly, "You will call the police directly, and let a group of police cars drive sirens. How about entering your own house... Or will you dial the phone on the police chief's desk and ask him to bring some people to take a look at it in a low-key manner?"

His words made Sam Mousse abrupt.

Even Sam himself smiled in his heart: "Heh...what am I thinking? John Herbert was the one who happened..."

No matter how advanced the system of human society is, the phenomenon that "a few people with more resources will have privileges" is impossible to eliminate.

As an "island owner" on Kochcorte Island, John Herbert naturally does not need to go through any conventional procedures. As long as he is not at the end of the road, he will never let a team of law enforcement The department cars drove into his house in line with their flutes and lights on.

At least on this island, John will not leave behind the fact that people can "point to him" behind his back.

"Uh..." After a while, the security guard's call ended. He turned around and paused for a second before speaking, seeming to think about how to call Sam in front of him, "Mr. Herbert , You..." He glanced at Brother Jue next to Sam again, "...and your friends can go in, the sheriff is already waiting for the two..."

After that, 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 didn't even say thank you, turned his head and left; on the contrary, when Feng Bujue was passing by the security guard, he tilted his head and smiled at the security guard with a mysterious smile, as if for his own companion. Said "sorry" rudely.

In this way, the two quickly walked through the gate, followed a stone-paved path (the stone road is for people to walk, and the adjacent driveway is an asphalt road), and they walked towards the mansion inside the manor.

The road is neither long nor short. There are street lights along the way, but it is still impossible to illuminate this open area clearly.

"Yes, Feng." After walking a few steps, Sam thought of something, "You still didn't tell me... how did you know that the police had arrived?"

"Of course it was through the observation of the security guard." Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh?" Sam glanced at Brother, "What have you observed?"

"First of all, judging from his face and age, this is obviously a security guard who has been on night duty for a long time." Feng Bujue didn't mind telling the process of his reasoning.

"I understand the face...but is there any direct connection between age and night shift?" Sam's thinking was not slow, and he immediately raised another question.

"Of course..." Feng Bujue replied in a very ordinary tone~IndoMTL.com~Everyone is willing to put young and good-looking security guards on their posts during the day, because there are so many people coming and going during the day. In addition, there are many things during the day. In case of troubles that young people cannot handle, everyone is awake anyway. Young people can call their superiors at any time.

"However, at night, a "single post" like this one must be guarded by an older and experienced staff member; people at this age are more secure in doing things. If a moth comes out, they There is also a certain ability to deal with it alone. Moreover...the workload at night is small, and it is very likely that there will be nothing to do all night, so it is just right to let people who are nearing retirement do it.

"Oh..." Sam nodded, "You know this business quite well."

"I know many industries very well." 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 everything that is closely related to'people'... Obviously,'occupation' is a very important part of it."

"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 after a second, "Maybe it’s not appropriate for me to say this, but I have to add one more sentence... A very good detective."

When the voice fell, Sam's reaction...just as wonderful as Jue had expected.

The dear man took a sigh of relief almost hard to hide, and his face suddenly turned pale, even his walking pace couldn't help being confused.

Sam at this moment has already begun to regret... he regrets that he has found such an "ablibri", and regrets that he has brought this "friend" to the scene of the crime.