Just like when they passed by during the day, the gate of Herbert Manor was shut tight. The cold iron fence and well-trained security guards made this place, which occupied about 2% of Kochi Koti, seem untouchable.
This was the only place on the island that was more luxurious than the Alfred Hotel. Even in the whole of Western Europe, Herbert Manor's reputation was second to none.
Of course, the civilians on the island usually didn't have the chance to be guests. At most, they would go in to work.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
When Sam and Feng Bujue arrived at the gate of the manor, the security guard in the sentry booth immediately asked in a formal tone.
Even though the security guard wanted to appear calm, Feng Bujue could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with his expression.
Everyone can lie, but not everyone knows how to lie. Most people can control the tone and wording of their lies, but some subtle expressions and small movements are difficult for people to control … And a good detective can often use these details as a way to break through a lie.
"You don't know me?" Sam didn't answer the security guard's question. He just lifted the brim of the hat on his head, took a few steps forward, and put his face under the light.
"You are …" The security guard's expression changed, indicating that he recognized Sam.
"I'm looking for John. Please inform him." Sam didn't wait for the security guard to finish his sentence and said directly.
"This …" The security guard hesitated for two seconds, then said, "Okay … Please wait a moment."
After that, he picked up the internal telephone on the table and pressed the speed dial button. He then turned the chair under him half a circle, ready to talk to someone.
"The police are here." Almost at the same time that the security guard turned around, Feng Bujue lowered his voice and whispered that to Sam. "You're right.
"What?" Hearing this, Sam was still quite surprised. He then looked into the manor through the fence, but in the darkness, he could not see the slightest bit of police car light.
"You don't have to look for him. He didn't call the police." Feng Bujue knew what Sam was looking for, so he answered.
"But you said that the police are here?" Sam was puzzled.
"If you were John, after some kind of emergency …" Brother Jue slowly said, "Would you call the police and let a team of police cars drive into your house … Or would you call the police chief's desk and ask him to bring some people to take a look?"
His words caused Sam to be enlightened.
Even Sam himself was laughing in his heart. Heh … What am I thinking? The person who is in trouble is John Herbert … "
No matter how advanced human society's system was developed, the phenomenon of "a small number of people with more resources having privileges" could not be eliminated.
As the "island owner" of Kochi Koti Island, John Herbert naturally did not need to go through any conventional procedures. As long as he was not at the end of his rope, he would never allow a team of law enforcement vehicles to drive into his house in a straight line with sirens blaring and lights on.
At least on this island, John would not leave behind any evidence that would allow people to "point fingers" at him behind his back.
"Erm …" Not long after, the security guard ended the call. He turned around and paused for a second, as if he was thinking about how to address Sam. "Mr. Herbert, you …" He glanced at Brother Jue, who was standing beside Sam. "… and your friend, you can go in now. The police chief is waiting for you …"
After that, he pressed the button on the console beside him and opened the gate of the manor.
Sam did not stand on ceremony with the security guard. He did not even say thank you. He just turned around and left. When Feng Bujue passed by the security guard, he tilted his head and gave the security guard a mysterious smile. It was as if he was apologizing for his friend's rudeness.
Just like that, the two of them quickly walked through the gate and walked along a gravel road (the gravel road was meant for people to walk on, and the driveway next to it was an asphalt road) toward the manor's mansion.
The road was neither long nor short, and there were street lights along the way. However, they were still unable to illuminate the open space clearly.
"Oh right, Feng." After walking a few steps, Sam thought of something. "You still haven't told me … How did you know that the police are here?"
"Of course, I observed the security guard," Feng Bujue replied.
"Oh?" Sam glanced at his Brother Jue. "What did you observe?"
"First of all, judging from his complexion and age, he is obviously a security guard who works the night shift for a long time." Feng Bujue did not mind sharing his deductions.
"I understand his complexion … but is there a direct correlation between age and the night shift?" Sam's mind was not slow, and he immediately asked another question.
"Of course there is …" Feng Bujue replied in a very normal tone. "Everyone is willing to put a young, good-looking security guard on duty during the day because there are a lot of people coming in and out during the day. A more energetic security guard can keep up the facade. Besides, there are a lot of things to do during the day. If there are some troublesome matters that the young people can't handle, they can always call their superiors to ask for instructions since everyone is awake.
"But, at night, for a 'single person' like this, you need an older and more experienced staff member to guard it. People at this age are more reliable, and if there are any problems, they have a certain degree of ability to handle it alone. Moreover, the workload at night is less, and it is very likely that there will be no work for the whole night. It is better to let someone who is nearing retirement do it. "
"Oh …" Sam nodded. "You know quite a lot about this industry."
"I know a lot about many industries." Feng Bujue said. "From the service industry at the bottom to the business industry at the middle, and then to the high-end creative industry … My profession requires me to understand 'people' and everything that is closely related to 'people'. Obviously, 'profession' is a very important part of it."
"Eh?" When Sam heard this, he could not help but ask, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked … What do you do for a living?"
"Detective." Feng Bujue replied with these two words, and a second later, he added, "Maybe it's not appropriate for me to say this, but I have to add one more thing … I'm a very good detective."
When his voice fell, Sam's reaction … was as wonderful as Brother Jue had expected.
The man couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. His face turned deathly pale, and even his footsteps couldn't help but become disordered.
At this moment, Sam began to regret … He regretted that he had found such an 'alibi', and even more regretted that he had brought this' friend 'to the crime scene.
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