"What do you mean?" Sam was obviously displeased after being stopped.
"I asked the security to let you in because I wanted to tell you in person that you two have no right to enter the crime scene," the sheriff replied in an arrogant tone.
"Crime scene?" Feng Bujue repeated these four words and continued, "Oh … That means, some kind of 'case' did happen, right?"
The sheriff soon realized that he had misspoken, but he did not make the best of it. He replied, "Yes … So, as unrelated people, before the police finish their investigation, you have no right to …"
"First of all …" Feng Bujue did not plan to let him finish. He cut him off. "From how I see it, this is not an 'official investigation'. If it was, then you should be driving a police car, wearing a police uniform, and bringing your men to the crime scene, not wearing civilian clothes and driving your own car."
As Brother Jue spoke, he raised his hand and gestured at Sam. "Secondly, Sam is not an 'unrelated person'. I believe you already know that … He was on the phone with John when the crime happened, so at the very least … he is an important witness."
The sheriff could not refute Brother Jue's words, not even a word, but he understood something from Brother Jue's words. "You said … 'at the very least'?" Then, he stared at Sam with a gaze full of malice and suspicion. "So … other than being a witness, what other 'identities' does he have in this case?"
Even in a small place like Koti Island, to be able to become a sheriff, he had to have some ability. At this moment, his reaction was quite sharp.
Fortunately, Feng Bujue was able to answer this smoothly. "Isn't that obvious? His other identity is John's brother. Of course, this identity might have nothing to do with the case, so I think the identity of a 'witness' is more important."
This answer was flawless, and the sheriff could not find any fault with it.
"Tsk … In any case, I said you can't go in, so you can't." He had no choice. He couldn't fool these two people with official words, so he could only use force. "Even if I'm not wearing a uniform, I'm still on official business now. If you don't leave, you're obstructing official business."
"This is outrageous …" Sam said. "You're clearly abusing your power!"
"Watch your words, Sam." The sheriff said coldly, "It's not up to a swindler like you to tell me how to do things."
"You …" Sam was about to explode.
"Hey …" Feng Bujue stopped him. "Don't be angry. We're all adults. You should know how to solve problems peacefully." As he spoke, he took out his phone. "By the way, can you tell me the number for the police on the island?"
"What do you want to do?" Hearing this, the sheriff, who had been aggressive just now, instantly panicked.
"Of course, I'm calling the police," Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "Isn't there a 'case' happening here?"
"I am the sheriff! I'm already here! "the sheriff said sternly.
"So what?" Feng Bujue said. "Where is the cordon? Where are the police officers who are handling the case? Are you the only one? Have we returned to the era of Westerns? The whole town is maintained by a sheriff in civilian clothes and a revolver? "
The sheriff was speechless because he was indeed in the wrong. He had received a private call from John and was asked not to go through the official process before the matter was "concluded" to avoid leaving a record.
These actions were undoubtedly serious violations of the rules, and even illegal …
Helpless, the sheriff could only tell the truth. "Listen … Kid, you don't know the situation on the island, so you're just going to get involved … Mr. Herbert doesn't want things to be too high-profile …"
"Is John Herbert the Minister of Justice?" Feng Bujue said rudely again. "Isn't he just a civilian? Just because he's rich, he can command the sheriff here? "
Brother Jue was a Chinese, so he was ten times better than these European guys when it came to framing people. "Mr. Sheriff … It's fine if it's a matter of lifestyle, but as a police officer, if you work for others …"
"Don't talk nonsense!" The sheriff quickly shouted. "I just made a flexible decision based on the actual situation, so … That's why I didn't bring the team here …"
"Then, please be more flexible …" This was what Feng Bujue had been waiting for. "Just let us in."
…
Five minutes later, in the second-floor corridor of the Herbert residence.
The sheriff's face was gloomy as he brought Sam and Feng Bujue here.
There was a subtle change in John Herbert's expression when he saw his brother.
In an awkward atmosphere, the sheriff walked up to John and whispered a few words in his ear. During this process, John's eyes kept wandering between Sam and Brother Jue.
After the sheriff finished speaking, John walked up to the two men and said to Sam, "You came at the right time …" He glanced at Brother Jue. "And … you brought a detective with you?"
For a person who was involved in a 'murder case', he was unbelievably calm. Judging from the way John spoke, it was as if he was the one in control of the entire situation, and not the submissive sheriff behind him who used his connections to intimidate others.
"I just met Feng in the hotel bar," Sam said. "It was a coincidence that he came here." Sam did not show any sign of weakness. "As for what you said about me coming at the right time, I don't quite understand … I just heard some strange noises on the other end of the phone when I was talking to you. Out of concern for my brother, I came to check on him. What's wrong with that?"
It was obvious that Sam Herbert was no longer the young rich kid who had no idea that he was being set up. Over the years, he had relied on his own wits and his own hands to make a living. Even if he was not as shrewd as his elder brother, he would not be led by the nose by a few words when faced with a situation like this.
"I'm fine." John stared into Sam's eyes. It was as if he wanted to see through Sam's pupils and observe his brain. "Thank you for your concern … However, I don't think you and your friend will let this matter rest just because of this. So …" As he spoke, he turned his body sideways and gestured to the door behind him. "I think it's better for you to come over and confirm it yourself."
"In that case, I won't hold back." Before John could finish his sentence, Feng Bujue walked up to the door as if nothing had happened. When he brushed past John, he intentionally bumped into him with his shoulder. He looked like a hooligan who had just entered a house.
A few seconds later, Brother Jue came to the open door and looked into the room.
What he saw was a huge bedroom. Judging from the luxurious appearance of the room, it was obvious who the owner of the room was.
At this time, in the corner of the bedroom, near the desk, there was a person lying on an expensive pure fur carpet.
In other words, it was a corpse that had yet to turn cold.
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