Thriller Paradise Chapter 12: Sheriff

"Wow...this...is quite surprising." After a few seconds, Sam answered with a slightly exaggerated expression, "There are no detectives among the people I know."

"This is normal. Private detectives are now an unpopular profession." Feng Bujue said, "After all, the current criminal investigation technology is advanced, and the police in most countries are also very good." He answered casually, and then changed the topic. Take it back, "Speaking of the police...Where did I say..." He paused, and then said, "Oh... by the way, besides what I just said, there are actually many signs to prove The security guard is on night duty for a long time. If you are as accustomed to observing as I am, you will find that his thermos, his collar, his jaw... all point to the same conclusion; of course, the most obvious evidence It was his uniform that was only taken out from the only dry cleaner on the island this evening..."

Brother Jue said with a smile: "The laundry tag 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 that Brother Jue’s reasoning was correct, judging from the latter’s self-confident attitude, the words "very outstanding" It's not for blowing.

On the other hand, with his powerful ability to detect words and colors, Gee has already felt the changes in Sam's heart clearly, but he still didn't mean to say anything, but continued to say nonchalantly: "Then the problem is... Why didn’t he notice it? Did he forget it for a while? Or... he himself is a sloppy person?" Feng Bujue asked himself, "No, he is not, his age and position are the same. Explain that he is not, but he just neglected this trivial matter today. Why? In my opinion, the greatest possibility is...today, when he came to work and just finished changing his clothes, it happened. Some things...some very urgent and important events, so that he has no time to worry about other trivial things."

"You mean...the police came as soon as he changed his uniform and sat down?" Sam continued following Brother Jue's thoughts.

"The attendance sheet on the wall behind him records the time when the security guards go to and from work. If I read it right... the night security guards are on duty from 11:40 to 7:4 the next morning. Ten." Feng Bujue continued, "Old employees like him will generally arrive a while earlier. If nothing happens, he should take over at 11:30, or even earlier; suppose. The incident happened when you called...that is, around eleven o'clock...So, from John’s psychological struggle, to when he called the police chief, and then the chief came over, that’s just right."

At this point in the conversation between the two, the long and long gravel road is also over.

When they came to the door of the Herbert's house, a man who appeared to be in his fifties and had white temples greeted him.

"It's been a long time, Sam." Judging from the unceremonious tone of this man, he shouldn't be from the Herbert family. "You have changed so much, I can hardly recognize you anymore. ."

"But you seem to be the same, Mr. Sheriff." Sam responded with a bad tone.

Just by meeting with this one, you can see that the two of them were not very happy in the past.

"Huh..." The sheriff snorted coldly, then moved his gaze to Feng Bujue, "Then...this one again?"

"This Mr. Feng is my friend." Sam said, "It just happens to be..." His tone changed slightly, "...He is also a detective. I think, with regard to tonight, he should be able to help Busy."

"Detective?" The sheriff raised his eyebrows and squinted, his eyes were full of disdain, "Heh...Private detective, right..." He shrugged, "I don't think these people specialize in tracking and taking photos of extramarital affairs for a living. What kind of'help' can the guys give us professionals."

His ridicule was quite sharp, and his tone also revealed an inexplicable sense of superiority and contempt for the person in front of him.

Feng Bujue... As a person who "if people don't offend me, I might also beg others out of interest", facing this kind of provocation, he is naturally very happy to go back.

"What the sheriff said..." Brother Jue barely thought about it, and opened his mouth. "We private investigators are best at taking photos of extramarital affairs." His eyes moved slowly, his expression and tone of voice. The base strength value also rises sharply, "Judging from the traces of the ring on your left ring finger and the shabby clothes on your body, you must have been in contact with one of my colleagues; um... Taking into account your occupation, after the evidence of derailment is captured, the possibility of going to the lawsuit is close to zero, so you can only accept all the unreasonable requests made by the woman's lawyer...If nothing unexpected happens~IndoMTL.com~High after the divorce The alimony makes your current life miserable, and in order to alleviate this economic and spiritual double pressure... as a dogleg for some chaebols, and put on the airs of a grassroots civil servant on a small island with a big **** , Both are good choices."

"You...you..." In the middle of this passage, our Mr. Sheriff is already blushing with a thick neck. When Brother Jue has finished speaking, the Sheriff is already. It looks like he wants to draw a gun and hit someone.

His anger... there is a reason, Feng Bujue's reasoning said, those vicious words are like bullets, and each shot directly hit the sheriff's fragile self-esteem.

"Don't put on such a terrible face, Mr. Sheriff." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spread his hands and said with a smile, "I'm just making a joke...hehe...but, I think at this moment You already have a certain understanding of my level as a detective and my "horrifying personality charm" as a person. I believe you will not care about me as a "non-professional"."

"Uh..." The sergeant groaned like a beast in his throat. Although he wanted to have an attack, because what Jue Ge said was all the truth, the sergeant couldn’t find any "burst point" besides becoming angry. ", helplessly, he could only suppress his anger and snorted in a low voice, "Huh...smart guy..."

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled lightly, just as he heard nothing, and then said, "Okay, without further ado, let's go in and see what happened."

Speaking, he exchanged glances with Sam, motioned for the other person to follow, and then walked towards the door of the mansion.

Unexpectedly, the sheriff grabbed them one step at this time and said: "Wait." He put on a poker face of "business as usual" and said coldly, "Who said you can go in? "