"I don't understand what you're talking about." Facing Zuo Yan's questioning, Sam was very calm.
After all, this was a "planned crime." It was impossible for Sam to put it into action without thinking of any countermeasures.
His calmness was the result of his preparation.
"Oh …" Zuo Yan replied, "Then I'll tell you." He paused for a moment before continuing, "As you said, if you hired someone to kill John because he took away your inheritance, you wouldn't have waited so long … Admittedly, it was very inappropriate to do it right after the verdict was issued, but in the one or two years after that, when you were at your angriest and most despondent, you still held back and didn't do it. Obviously, the matter of 'being robbed of your inheritance' wasn't enough for you to take the risk. Even though you knew that John was the one behind this, you didn't cross the boundary of the law … Because, at the end of the day, you're different from your brother. You're a good person."
"Ha!" John laughed dryly when he heard this to show his disdain for Zhang Heng's words.
Zuo Yan ignored him and continued to say to Sam, "This is actually quite ironic. They were two brothers who grew up in the same environment and received good education … The one who was young and promising in the eyes of outsiders threw the law to the back of his mind in order to maintain his image, but the one who was only good at eating, drinking, and having fun in the eyes of outsiders still stuck to his bottom line."
At this point, he looked at Sam with a slightly regretful gaze and said, "Even though John harmed you and you hate him, out of respect for the law, or perhaps because you are related by blood … In the end, you gave up the idea of taking revenge outside the law.
"In the end, you decided to give up your old life and live on your own like an ordinary person. You were determined to never have anything to do with the name John Herbert again …
"However, just when you thought that you had turned the page in your life regarding your family behind you, fate played a very interesting joke on you …"
As he spoke, Zuo Yan took out his phone and tapped on it a few times. Then, he turned the screen to Sam.
At that moment, there was a picture on the screen. It was a picture of a man, an ordinary-looking Caucasian man in his forties.
Everyone present could recognize that the man in the picture was the victim in this case.
"Pat Miller, thirty-nine years old, unemployed." Two seconds later, Zuo Yan continued, "Although he's unemployed now, many years ago, he was a senior white-collar worker. The company he worked for was …" He looked at John, "… John Herbert Investment Co., Ltd."
The company that Zuo Yan mentioned was the one that John started when he was young.... Today, the company still existed, but it had become one of the many small shell companies under the Herbert Group.
Generally speaking, large enterprises would play this trick. They would register N different small companies in N countries. These shell companies had no office, no real business, and no employees. But every month, they would arrange for their accountants to report the accounts to maintain their existence. When the need arose, the large enterprise could use these small companies to deal with various transactions and projects that were in the "gray area". Firstly, they could "avoid tax (the main purpose)". Secondly, in case there was a need to file a lawsuit for a certain project in the future, these "shell companies" could be used as a shield for the parent company.
"John Herbert Investment Co., Ltd." was such an existence.
Once upon a time, it carried John's dream, but now, it was an outdated trademark that had lost its value and had lost its value.
"Mr. Zuo Yan, excuse me for a moment …" After thinking for two seconds, John suddenly said to Zuo Yan, "There's something I'd like to tell you now. Yes, I knew the victim, but when the case happened, I didn't recognize him. In fact, I didn't even see his face at that time because he suddenly appeared behind me and attacked me. Moreover, I haven't seen him for a long time. Even after he died, I didn't recognize him at first glance. I just felt that he looked familiar. It wasn't until shortly before Sheriff Doust arrived that I remembered that this person used to be my employee many years ago. "
"What do you mean by 'employee'? You're treating him like an outsider," Zuo Yan said. "He has been your personal assistant for more than two years."
Hardedef's expression changed when he heard that. He thought to himself, 'This kid … He's already investigated this far …'
"At this moment, are you thinking … 'This brat has already investigated to this extent'?" The next second, Zuo Yan opened her mouth and directly voiced John's thoughts. "Heh …" Before John could respond, Zuo Yan smiled and said, "From your micro-expressions and subtle body movements, I can basically guess what you're thinking … To be honest, if you met me back then, there's an 80% chance you'd be in prison picking up soap."
These words were not Zuo Yan's, but Vidocq's own words. Of course, Zuo Yan did not mind repeating these mocking words in an appropriate tone. Based on what he knew, he despised and hated John from the bottom of his heart.
"Yes, he used to be my personal assistant. So what?" John was a little angry, but he did not lose his temper. He did not respond to Zuo Yan's mockery. Instead, he tried his best to bring the topic back to the case. "This doesn't conflict with what I said just now … I said that he attacked me from behind. Moreover, I haven't seen him for many years. After such a long time, it's normal for a relative to not recognize him, let alone an assistant, right?"
"I didn't think of this as anything important. I only mentioned that he used to be an employee of that company … You were the one who interrupted me and made a statement. Have you forgotten?" Zuo Yan retorted.
His words hit the nail on the head, and John was speechless.
"If you don't mind, I'll continue with what I really want to say …" Zuo Yan saw that John was silent, so he turned his head and looked at Sam. He continued, "According to my speculation, Miller found you around last autumn and … told you some things. And those things are the fuse of today's murder case …"
"Before you say something even more outrageous …" Before Zuo Yan could finish his sentence, Sam replied coldly, "What evidence do you have to prove that I know this Miller guy, and how can you prove that he has been in contact with me?"
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