Chapter 650 The Old Road (8)

Cartman and Ray definitely have no reason to continue to reject Jones' suggestion.

On the way up the mountain, although he didn't say anything, Fu Qian, who continued to sit in the police car, could feel that the police chief's attitude was slightly kind.

It seems that after going through the previous crime scene investigation, in this person's mind, his suspicion index has dropped a little.

From a cold-blooded animal who killed someone and then covered up the crime, he became a psychopath who could occasionally give valuable advice.

"Where did you go after your wife drove out yesterday?"

In an atmosphere that was even duller than before, Jones suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Harold and asked.

"I've been at home..."

"Can anyone prove it?"

"No one can prove it."

Harold answered the Sheriff's questions fluently, but his mood sounded quite depressed. He was curled up in his seat, feeling a little lost.

"I haven't been out much all day."

kindness.

There was silence in the car again, and Jones did not continue to ask.

Fu Qian understood his mood very well.

In Jones' original judgment, this matter should be simple.

It was nothing more than Mrs. Harold being hit by her car, and then in order to avoid responsibility, she hurriedly disposed of the body, and asked her partners to keep it a secret, pretending that nothing happened.

The search just now seemed to be based on this idea, and Jones firmly believed that the body was under the pile of branches and leaves.

Unfortunately, it turned out that not only was it empty, but there were no other traces found around it.

Jones obviously found it difficult to accept this.

Because in his opinion, this was beyond his capabilities.

Even if you assume that you are a cold-blooded beast, in an unfamiliar environment, it is already quite good to be able to find such a corpse hiding place, and it is almost impossible to still have the leisure to raise suspicions.

Later, Mrs. Harold's car was discovered, and the above situation undoubtedly contradicted the speculation of a traffic accident.

Doubts about oneself are even harder to establish for a while.

As an experienced police chief, Jones obviously has a fine tradition in this line of questioning, which is to doubt everything.

When his suspicion was lowered, he chose to ask Harold where he was yesterday, undoubtedly because of another possibility - that this man designed a series of events to kill his wife.

But it's just a little doubtful.

The previous operations undoubtedly demonstrate considerable execution ability, which is far beyond what ordinary people can do.

Judging from the fact that Harold's body is still trembling slightly, it is even more likely that he hired someone to kill someone.

…

"I haven't been here for almost ten years, and it feels as gloomy as ever."

Arriving at the destination soon, after getting off the car, Jones looked at the yard and let out a long sigh.

"But it's cleaner than expected."

Walking into the main entrance, he looked around casually.

"It's all Fran's fault."

Lei said very modestly from the side.

"Yeah, good job."

After taking a look at Fran, Jones did not hesitate to praise him.

Next, as if he were revisiting his old place, he visited all the places in the building that had traces of activity, including the collection in the basement.

Facing the horrifying Iron Maiden, this one also remained silent for a long time.

Of course, he certainly wasn't here for nostalgia.

Jones was obviously still a little suspicious of the students' excessively clean cars. He probably followed them to see if there was anything unusual here.

Lei seemed to understand his purpose and did not express any objection to it, and even took the initiative to introduce Fu Qian's feat of getting in.

And this publicity obviously made other people look at Fu Qian even weirder.

…

"What exactly is your purpose here?"

After a round of shopping, Jones, who had gained nothing, found an opportunity to walk up to Fu Qian.

"It's hard for me to imagine that someone like you would play such a boring holiday game."

"The two women inside don't seem to have the ability to confuse you."

"Don't demonize me too much. In the final analysis, I'm just a twenty-year-old young man."

He defended with a smile before paying.

"Hormonal secretion is undoubtedly at its peak. Is there anything strange about going out with a group of peers to indulge?"

"Oh, who is Rashik?"

"kindness?"

"I talked to Mary, and apparently you asked weird questions last night after dinner."

Jones stared at Fu Qian, not letting go of any of his reactions.

"It's just a casual question. It's not illegal to have a brain twitch, right?"

Faced with Jones's unprecedented stern look, Fu Qian's smile did not diminish and he did not deny it.

"You know, young people always have some inexplicable ideas."

"……very good!"

It was obvious that he had never encountered such a difficult guy before. Jones stared at him for a long time before choosing to directly call his younger brother and Harold down the mountain.

The intensity should be just right, right?

As he watched the police car drive away, Fu Qian said silently in his heart.

He did ask Mrs. Jones last night if she knew who Rasik was.

Having lived here for many years and her husband is a police sergeant, Mrs. Jones is the perfect person to understand this issue.

And in the end he got a negative answer.

Mrs. Jones was quite certain that there was no one named Lasik in the place.

Fu Qian was not too surprised by this result, and this was not his main purpose.

If you want someone like Jones to help, it's almost impossible to ask directly. He won't do anything that he thinks is boring and unnecessary, so he needs some special means.

People like him who think they can see through people with just one glance will not allow things they don't understand to exist within a certain scope.

If you take the initiative to tell him, he won't believe it, but if you hide it, he will try his best to find out if necessary.

The anomalies in Cartman's group yesterday, as well as the fact that Cartman answered the phone and left at the dinner, made Fu Qian vaguely realize that something had indeed happened, and decided to throw out the name Lasik in this way.

I was originally thinking of ways to make myself suspicious so that the name would gain more attention, but I didn't expect that Jones's mind-blowing ability was amazing and saved him a lot of effort.

Fu Qian said he was very much looking forward to what efforts this person would make in investigating the name Rasik next.

…

Except for Fran, the other three people obviously didn't have a good rest yesterday. Soon everyone went back to their rooms, and no one even called them for lunch.

It was rare to be clean before paying, so I continued to recharge my batteries.

However, this peace did not last long. Just after noon, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Fu Qian stepped forward to open it and found Fran standing outside with an expression of indescribable anxiety.

Seeing Fu Qian open the door, the man breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward, carefully lowering his voice.

"Jessica is missing."