Chapter 647 Old Road (5)

In the light from the window, smoke rose around Sheriff Jones.

And this person spoke in such a determined tone, it sounded like you had eaten two bowls of noodles.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

It was impossible for me to prove to myself that I really only ate one bowl before I paid, so I immediately asked with a smile.

While responding, he even took a look at the equipment on the person - there was a baton, but no gun.

If the explanation is not clear, even if the police sergeant was on guard, he was still sure to knock him down and drive away before the people inside chased him out.

Of course, that is always the last resort and will greatly reduce the flexibility of follow-up actions. You should not do it unless you have no choice but to do so.

In addition, one more thing can be made clear from what this person just asked.

The anomalies of the three Cartmans and the exceptionally clean car were definitely not due to overthinking.

"I've been a police officer for many years and I've seen a lot of people."

When faced with the question before him, Jones' tone was calm and dull, and he didn't even look at him head-on.

"Although he has no other abilities, he can still see very accurately what a person can do."

"From the moment I walked in, I knew you were different from the others."

"You are the only one who dares to visit a policeman's house after you have done certain things."

good eyesight! Is it true that a man as charming as himself dazzles wherever he goes?

I sighed before paying.

But there is a problem here. Just because you dare doesn’t mean you will definitely do it.

"So the call you just answered was that someone was hit and killed?"

There's not much point in pretending to be stupid in front of this kind of person.

Fu Qian nodded and asked naturally in a normal tone.

"I understand what you mean."

Jones finally turned to stare at him this time.

"Everything requires evidence."

"However, although your performance is outstanding, the most crazed thug I have ever seen does not have such an extremely calm attitude as yours, but it is a pity that your companions exposed you."

"I felt strange when I walked in. I can't think of anything that could make a group of young people on vacation show such subconscious guilt."

"So before I left, I checked your car."

"Don't you think it's a little too clean for a long-distance travel car?"

"And considering that you just arrived today, the movement path is very clear, and it is too easy to check."

"Of course, if it turns out to be a misunderstanding and Mrs. Harold goes home tonight, that would be the best."

"Besides, don't worry, it's rare for Mary to be so happy. I don't want to disappoint her. I can just do these things tomorrow. I'm old and can't stay up late anymore."

After taking another puff and throwing the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground, Sheriff Jones returned to his lazy posture.

"It's too dark and it's not safe to go back. You'd better stay here tonight."

"Don't worry, the guest rooms are sufficient."

Is this not giving yourself a chance to escape?

This guy is really brave, using his own home as a detention center?

Fu Qian looked at Jones who was not in a hurry to enter the house and knew that he was letting him go ahead.

Aren't you afraid that you will really hit someone and kill someone, and you will be evil only when you are brave?

In emotion, he walked directly into the house without saying anything before paying.

Being keen, stubborn, and extremely confident in one's own judgment has always been a common problem among veteran police officers, which makes no sense.

In fact, Fu Qian does not reject this misunderstanding.

Being watched every move means that any behavior you do will be analyzed in detail.

This means that there will be many opportunities to guide the police chief brother to find a certain person named Lasik.

…

"What happened?"

As soon as Jones walked in the door, Mrs. Jones looked over immediately and asked with concern.

Of course, Cartman and the other three are equally concerned.

"Harold's wife looks missing."

Jones explained nonchalantly and went to get something to eat from the refrigerator.

ah!

Mrs. Jones covered her mouth, visibly startled.

"How could it be! When did it happen?"

"Just today, not long."

Jones looked nonchalant.

"But Harold was obviously very anxious and couldn't wait to ask me to help find someone."

"But it was too late today. In the end, he accepted the suggestion and waited until tomorrow. By the way-"

Jones looked like he suddenly remembered something and pointed at Cartman and the others.

"It's a little late, and the way up the mountain is more dangerous. You can stay here tonight."

"OK!"

Mrs. Jones obviously also had this intention. She seemed very happy that her husband had taken the initiative and turned to look at her nephew enthusiastically.

"Then stay, the guest room is sufficient."

…

It can be seen that Fran is fine, and Cartman and the other three are obviously somewhat resistant to this suggestion.

But now I still face the same problem as before - there is no sufficient reason for rejection.

Jones' words may seem casual, but they carry an irrefutable aura.

After the three people who were obviously guilty made eye contact without trace, no one declined in the end.

As the number one suspect, Fu Qian was not given special arrangements. Instead, he followed him upstairs and became a neighbor with Fran.

Even so, Fu Qian didn't have any thoughts of leaving secretly.

That's neither necessary nor realistic.

First of all, it was impossible for him to drive away, because as long as he started the car, he would definitely wake people up.

And if you only rely on two legs, where can you run in this remote place? Instead, I felt guilty.

As for the evil that comes from courage?

Jones seemed careless. He was afraid that any disturbance in the house would not be hidden from him. If he did this, he would simply die too slowly.

Fu Qian analyzed all this with relish, while listening to the tossing and turning next door, full of expectations for tomorrow.

Such a capable helper is hard to come by.

…

Early the next morning, a much younger police officer drove over to pick up Jones, and Fu Qian met the victim's family for the first time.

It was a middle-aged man who looked a little dull, short in stature, with a haggard look, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

There is no doubt that Mrs. Harold did not come home last night.

Jones, who had just gotten up, grabbed a breakfast and got into the car. At the same time, he recruited the first five people as volunteers.

…

Mrs. Jones looked obviously resistant to this request, but given that the group once again made no objections under Jones' gaze, she did not insist too much.

In the end, she just comforted everyone to relax and just enjoy the scenery along the way.

"Well, it's a bit crowded over there, so come to this car."

After the four Cartmans got into the car one by one, Jones said hello directly to Fu Qian who was still standing outside.