Chapter 196
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When Vick heard Timothy's words, he was completely stunned: "Confess? What crime do I confess? I didn't kill anyone. What did I confess? "
"Well, you are still being stubborn!" Timothy said impatiently: "At the scene of Deacon Huey's wife's death, this bracelet was dropped. There was her smell on it. It is indeed her necklace."
Vick's eyes widened: "This necklace was at the scene of the murder? How is it possible! Besides, even if it is like this, you can't doubt me. If someone killed someone, it was her. What does it have to do with me? "
The woman was shocked when she heard his words. She was shocked and angry: "What nonsense are you talking about? They have proved that the person who killed yesterday was a man! I have seen your discarded clothes. There are wine stains on it. It is definitely your clothes! Moreover, you stole this necklace from my neck yesterday. When I saw it was gone, I looked for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you! "
Vick's eyes widened. He felt a little dizzy. He suddenly realized how insidious this plan was. Before he fainted, it seemed that someone had passed by him. The murderer should be that person!
"I know!" Vick's eyes suddenly opened as he excitedly said: "The murderer is the person who spilled the wine on me yesterday. When I went to clean up my clothes, he knocked me out. Then he disguised himself as me and stole her necklace. Then he consigned me to Terre street. Then he wore my clothes and sneaked into Deacon Huey's house. He killed his wife and framed me!"
The corners of Timothy's mouth curled into a cold smile when he heard his words. He said, "That's a good idea, but all the evidence points to you. Do you think I'll believe that you've been framed just because you made up a story?"
Vick clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "This is clearly a frame-up. Aren't you known to be fair and impartial? Why don't you thoroughly investigate this matter? You said that I killed Deacon Huey, but why would I kill him? I am not crazy! I have nothing to do with him! Why would I take such a big risk to kill someone I have no contact with? What am I after? "
Timothy frowned slightly. If there was anything suspicious about this investigation, it would undoubtedly be the motive. This was also something they could not figure out. According to their investigation, although this noble young master liked to hang out in places of singing and dancing, womanizing, and had some common bad habits common to nobles, he did not have any other characteristics, such as violent temper, sadism, and so on.
Therefore, they couldn't figure out why Vick killed Deacon Huey.
The scar-faced youth looked at Vick. He pondered a little and said to Timothy: "This matter is a bit strange. We will reexamine it so that the Milan family won't gossip."
Timothy frowned and looked at Vick. He thought for a moment and said: "But during the investigation, you will be temporarily detained in the magistrate. You will be detained until the results come out."
Vick's tightened heartstrings loosened. He felt cold sweat drenching his underwear. He sat on the chair wearily. For the first time, he felt that he was so close to destruction.
He sat on the chair.
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Timothy and the knight with the sword scar left the interrogation room. They looked at each other as they watched Vick being escorted away by two knights. The knight with the sword scar pondered: "The method he said before is indeed possible."
Timothy furrowed his brows and said, "Although we haven't found his motive for killing for the time being, the evidence is conclusive, and he can tell many stories to exonerate himself. Every criminal can find perfect reasons and hypotheses for being framed, but hypotheses are ultimately just hypotheses."
The scar-faced youth heard Timothy's words and nodded: "This is also true. But we should try to find the motive as soon as possible. In this case, the Milan family will have nothing to say."
Timothy slightly nodded and said in a low voice: "Deacon Huey was assassinated. The impact of this matter is too bad. If we can't solve the case as soon as possible, the reputation of our magistrate will be greatly affected. So we must have an explanation within three days. This is the order from the top. In addition, this time when he was arrested, the Milan family will definitely find a way to find a scapegoat for him. I have seen the tricks of these aristocrats. They don't care whether he killed or not, as long as he comes out safely. "
The scar-faced youth sighed: "I know. I will give you the result within three days."
"Alright." Timothy nodded slightly.
At this time, a middle-aged deacon came over. He was holding a stack of information in his hand.
Timothy asked: "What big case is this? Why are you so diligent?"
The middle-aged deacon saw the two of them and smiled: "It's not a big case. It's an old case handled by Deacon Huey three years ago. Today, the main culprit of the case came to appeal. He wants to reopen the case."
"The case handled by Deacon Huey?" Timothy and the scarred youth looked at each other. Timothy said: "What is the case? Is it convenient to tell us? Maybe it will help us solve the case of deacon Huey's assassination."
The middle-aged deacon didn't refuse: "It's not a big case. It's a theft case. Three years ago, there was a hunter from the Mellon consortium. He stole the Longshan Ruby from the Milan family. According to the price of the ruby, the hunter was sentenced to 230 years in prison. Now he has been bailed out by the aristocrats."
Timothy and the scarred youth were startled for a moment. Some thoughts suddenly connected in their minds, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in their eyes.
"I see. Thank you." Timothy said. She pulled the scar-faced youth away: "Immediately investigate this person and the aristocrats behind him. Also investigate the cases that Deacon Huey has handled for the Milan family in recent years."
"Yes." The scar-faced youth didn't need her to say anything. His eyes were full of excitement as he finally found a clue to solve the case.
The two of them immediately separated.
The hall of the magistrate.
Dean sat on the sofa and waited. An old man was sitting on the sofa opposite him. The old man was wearing a huge gemstone ring. Judging from his sitting posture and temperament, he should be a noble. The old man was Alex who was waiting for Vick outside.
Dean looked at him. There was a trace of a smile on his face: "Grandpa, you are so old. Do you want to handle a case?"
Alex turned to look at Dudian. He saw that the teenager was dressed well. He nodded but didn't say anything. At the moment he was thinking about how to get Vick out of the magistrate.
"It seems that you have encountered a lot of trouble." Dean smiled and continued: "Didn't your family accompany you?"
Alex frowned. He didn't expect the boy to be so courageous. Couldn't he see that he wasn't an ordinary person? How dare he talk to him? His tone was indifferent: "Little guy, you have come to magistrate at such a young age. You have to learn something good."
Dudian shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't commit a crime. Someone framed me. But I believe that you must have been framed as well. But you don't have to worry. The magistrate is fair and impartial. The people who framed you will get a fair verdict!"
Alex felt a little comfortable as he heard Dean's words. He indifferently said: "I wasn't framed. It's my grandson. I hope that the magistrate's eyesight can match up to you."
Dean laughed: "I'm not small."
Alex faintly smiled but didn't say anything.
At this time, an official judge came over and asked Dean and the old man: "Who is Mr. Dean?"
"I am." Dean replied.
"This is your notice." The official youth handed it to Dudian.
Dean raised his hand and glanced at it. The appeal was passed. The court would be held in two days. He had to go back and prepare.
There was a touch of smile on his face as he put away the notice. He got up and said to the old man: "You see, the magistrate is very fair. My matter has been settled. I believe that your matter will be solved soon."
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