"Wow … This … is quite surprising." After a few seconds, Sam said with a slightly exaggerated expression, "I don't know anyone who's a detective."
"That's normal. Being a private detective is an unpopular profession." Feng Bujue said, "After all, criminal investigation technology is very advanced now, and the police in most countries are also very good." He then changed the topic. "Speaking of the police … where was I …" He paused, then said, "Oh … by the way, in addition to what I just said, there are actually many other signs that prove that the security guard worked the night shift for a long time. If you're as observant as I am, you'll notice that the thermos beside him, his collar, and his jaw are all pointing to the same conclusion. Of course, the most obvious evidence is the uniform he took out from the only dry cleaner on the island this evening … "Lin Sanjiu's eyes widened.
Brother Jue said with a smile, "The tag from the dry cleaner was still in his jacket pocket, and a small part of it was exposed, but he obviously didn't notice it."
Sam couldn't help but swallow when he heard this. Although he couldn't verify whether Brother Jue's reasoning was correct, from the latter's confident attitude, it seemed that he wasn't exaggerating when he said that the security guard was "very good."
On the other hand, Brother Jue had already figured out the changes in Sam's mind with his powerful observation skills. However, he still didn't intend to expose Sam's thoughts. Instead, he continued as if nothing had happened, "Then the question is … Why didn't he notice it? Did he just forget? Or perhaps … he is a very careless person? " Feng Bujue answered his own question, "No, he's not. His age and position both show that he's not a careless person. But today, he neglected this small matter. Why? In my opinion, the biggest possibility is … Today, when he came to work and changed his uniform, something happened … something very urgent and important, so he didn't have time to care about other trivial things. "
"You're saying … the moment he changed into his uniform and sat down, the police came?" Sam asked, following Brother Jue's train of thought.
"The schedule on the wall behind him records the time of the security guards. If I'm not mistaken … the night security guards are on duty from 11: 40 pm to 7: 40 am the next morning." Feng Bujue continued, "Senior employees like him usually come to work a little earlier. If I'm not mistaken, he should have come to take over the shift at 11: 30 or even earlier. Assuming that the incident happened when you called … which is around 11: 00 … Then, from the time when John was having a psychological struggle, to the time when he called the police chief, and the time when the chief came, it was just right."
At this point in their conversation, the stone path that was neither too long nor too short had also come to an end.
When they came to the door of the Herbert house, they were met by a man who appeared to be in his fifties, with grey hair at his temples.
"Long time no see, Sam." Judging from the man's impolite tone, he was probably not from the Herbert family. "You've changed a lot. I almost couldn't recognize you."
"But you seem to be the same, Mr. Sheriff," Sam replied in an unfriendly tone.
Just from this meeting, it could be seen that the two of them were not on good terms in the past.
"Hmph …" The sheriff snorted and shifted his gaze to Feng Bujue. "So … who is this?"
"Mr. Feng is my friend," Sam said. "Coincidentally …" His tone changed slightly. "… He's also a detective. I think he might be able to help with tonight's incident. "
"Detective?" The sheriff raised his eyebrows and looked at Brother Jue, his eyes full of disdain. "Heh … So you're a private detective …" He shrugged. "I don't think these guys who make a living by stalking people and taking photos of extramarital affairs can provide any 'help' to professionals like us."
His sarcasm was quite sharp, and his tone revealed an inexplicable sense of superiority and disdain for the person in front of him.
As for Feng Bujue … as a person who would "even if others didn't offend me, I might just offend them out of interest." When faced with this kind of provocation, of course, he was very happy to fight back.
"Sheriff, you're right …" Brother Jue said without much thought. "Private detectives like us are the best at taking photos of extramarital affairs." His gaze moved slowly, and his expression and tone rose sharply. "Judging from the ring mark on your left ring finger and the shabby clothes you're wearing, you must have been in contact with one of my colleagues. Hmm … Considering your profession, the possibility of going to court after the evidence of extramarital affairs is close to zero, so you can only accept all the unreasonable demands made by the woman's lawyer. If I'm not mistaken, the high alimony after the divorce has made your current life miserable. In order to relieve the double pressure on your financial and mental health, it's not a bad choice to be a lackey for some tycoons or act like a low-level civil servant on a small island."
"You … You …" Halfway through his speech, the sheriff's face was already red with anger. When Brother Jue finished speaking, the sheriff looked like he was about to pull out his gun and shoot someone.
Naturally, there was a reason for his anger. Feng Bujue's analysis was spot on. The venomous words were like bullets, and each of them shot directly at the sheriff's fragile pride.
"Don't put on such a scary face, Mr. Sheriff." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spread out his hands and laughed. "I'm just kidding … Haha … But, I think you now have a certain understanding of my standards as a detective and my 'shocking personality' as a person. I believe you won't argue with a 'non-professional' like me."
"Ugh …" The sheriff's throat made a beast-like groan. Although he wanted to lose his temper, what Brother Jue said was all true. The sheriff couldn't find any other reason to lose his temper. He had no choice but to suppress his anger and snorted in a low voice. "Hmph … You think you're so smart …"
"Hehe …" Feng Bujue laughed casually and pretended that he didn't hear anything. "Alright, let's not waste any more time. Let's go in and see what's going on."
As he spoke, he exchanged glances with Sam, signalling for him to follow. Then, they walked towards the door of the mansion.
Unexpectedly, the sheriff stepped in front of them and said, "Hold on." He put on a poker face and said coldly, "Who said you can go in?"
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