Although the investigation of the case had just begun, from Feng Bujue's point of view, he had already figured out the general plot of the "John Herbert Murder Case."
The dead man was most likely an assassin hired by Sam. The two of them had agreed on a time to carry out the assassination.
Last night (since it was past midnight, the crime was considered yesterday) at eleven o 'clock sharp, Sam called the landline at the crime scene as planned. His goal was to lure John to a specific location at a specific time for the killer to ambush him.
However, to Sam's surprise, John, who had been attacked from behind, managed to kill the assassin while he was struggling. As a result, the identities of the "dead man" and the "assassin" had been swapped.
Since things had come to this, Sam had no choice but to beat John at his own game. Using the excuse that he had heard something strange on the phone, he rushed to the crime scene.
Originally, if he wanted to play the role of an innocent person, he had to react as an innocent person should. If he didn't come, it would seem strange.
Furthermore, Sam couldn't tell what was going on on the other end of the phone just by listening to the sounds coming from the phone. In the end, he only heard the two men panting and moaning as they fought each other. Who the hell knew what was going on behind the scenes?
Therefore, Sam had to come. He had to at least check out the situation before he could make an appropriate response.
When Sam saw the body of the assassin, he heaved a sigh of relief.
If the man had been captured alive, or if he was still breathing, Sam's crime of "hiring an assassin" would have been exposed.
Fortunately, there was no evidence now.
…
At half past two in the morning, the investigation of the crime scene was still going on in an orderly manner. The onlookers outside the manor began to disperse gradually.
Most of the onlookers were like that. Although they didn't need to buy tickets, they didn't want to stand for too long. They gathered together and gossiped for a while. After that, they went on with what they were supposed to do.
However, at this point in time, another unusual thing happened …
"Sheriff, I have someone here who wants to see you," a police officer who was guarding outside the manor said through the walkie-talkie.
"Who is it?" Doster, who was busy commanding at the scene, immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and responded in an impatient tone.
"He said his name is Zuo Yan. He also said that he has important information about this case and that he has to tell you in person," the police officer replied.
"Huh?" Doster pondered for a few seconds. "Alright … Get someone to bring him in and wait for me in the reception room on the second floor."
This conversation didn't happen in front of Feng Bujue, so he couldn't interfere.
Therefore, ten minutes later, in the reception room on the second floor, Brother Jue and Zuo Yan … had another "chance encounter".
This room, which was not too far from the crime scene, had been temporarily used by the police as a room to collect testimony. More than ten people, including John, Sam, and Feng Bujue (most of them were staff), were being questioned by the police here. Their first-hand testimony would also be recorded here.
"Eh? What a coincidence. " The moment he saw Zuo Yan, Brother Jue was quite surprised, but he didn't show it at all. On the contrary … After only half a second, he reacted as if nothing had happened.
"Uh …" Zuo Yan heard this and hesitated for a moment. He then said, "Brother Jue?" He seemed to have just remembered the other person's name. "Why are you here?"
In fact, Zuo Yan didn't spend time thinking about questions like "What's the name of the person in front of me? How should I address him?" Instead, he was thinking about "Since he's greeting me like this, what kind of response should I use?"
Feng Bujue saw through that in an instant, and he started a series of analysis based on that.
"Zuo Yan's reaction is not slow, and his acting is not bad. His performance at this moment is enough to fool the average person's eyes.
"But … this is definitely not the level of 'improvisation, immediate implementation'. Obviously … this reaction is one of his predetermined responses.
"His' thinking time 'also proves this point. With his ability, that one second of' hesitation 'isn't enough for him to complete the process of' from zero to one 'or' from nothing ', but it is enough for him to make a' choice '. He … or rather … he and Vidocq undoubtedly knew that I was here a long time ago. They had also anticipated several scenarios when they would meet me. They had also formulated a corresponding' response 'for every' greeting 'I might make, and what I'm seeing now … is one of them."
"Then … if I'm not mistaken …"
With this thought in mind, Feng Bujue began to use his peripheral vision to search every corner and shadow in the room.
"Vidocq, that guy … has definitely snuck into this room. He might have gone in and out a few times already …
"This time, I don't have the advantage that I had in the bar, because he is wary of me … Until now, I didn't notice his presence at all. This is the best proof.
"Besides, now that Zuo Yan has appeared in the 'open,' it means that Vidocq's work in the 'dark' has basically been completed. He must have seen the crime scene and made a similar or even more inference than me …
"And the remaining part … is Zuo Yan's job. He has to talk to the people involved in the case, collect testimonies and evidence, and use this to confirm Vidocq's inference, and then bring the murderer to justice."
"These things … won't take too long …"
"I'm only halfway through Chapter 33. I can't let you guys solve the case so quickly …"
He thought a lot in his mind, but in reality, only a moment had passed.
The next second, Feng Bujue answered Zuo Yan's question, "Ah … It's a long story …"
Then, he explained the reason why he was there in a very concise way. Of course, he started with the logic of "bumping into Sam at the bar." From Zuo Yan and Vidocq's point of view, they couldn't find any loopholes in his explanation.
After the two of them chatted for a few minutes, Doster came over.
When the sheriff walked to Zuo Yan's side, he first looked at the latter from head to toe. Then, because of the fact that "this kid seems to know Feng," he naturally felt a little disgusted.
"Hey, young man, I heard that you have 'important information about this case'?" Doster spoke in a very rude tone. "And you have to tell the sheriff himself?"
"Hmm … You are?" In fact, Zuo Yan already knew from Vidocq that this man was the sheriff, but he still had to pretend that he didn't know.
"I'm the sheriff," Doster said coldly. "Tell me, what do you want to tell me?" He paused for a moment and added, "I want to make it clear that if you're just playing a prank, or if you're just talking nonsense to get to the crime scene, the police have the right to pursue legal action against you …"
He didn't finish his sentence because while he was talking, Zuo Yan ignored him completely. He took out a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
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