Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

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

And the tone of this person's speech is so firm, it sounds like you have eaten two bowls of noodles.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

It is impossible for Fu Qian to do the kind of self-certification that I really only ate a bowl, so he asked back with a smile.

While responding, he even assessed the man's equipment by the way—he had a baton, but no gun.

If the explanation is not clear, even if the sheriff is on guard, he is still sure to shoot down and drive away before the people inside chase him out.

Of course, that is always the worst policy, and it will greatly reduce the flexibility of follow-up actions, unless it is absolutely necessary not to do it.

In addition, from what this person asked just now, there is one more point that can be made clear.

The anomalies of the three of Cartman, as well as the car that was wiped exceptionally clean, were really not his own overthinking.

"I have been a police officer for many years and I have seen too many people."

Facing the previous question, Jones' tone was flat and indifferent, and he didn't even look at him directly.

"Although there is no other ability, it is still very accurate to see what a person can do."

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

"After doing certain things, you are the only one who dares to visit the police's house as a guest."

good eyesight!Sure enough, a man as handsome as himself is dazzling everywhere?
Fu Qian sighed deeply.

But there is a problem here. Dare doesn’t mean you will.

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

In front of this kind of person, it doesn't make much sense to pretend to be stupid.

Fu Qian nodded, and asked in a natural tone in a homely tone.

"I understand what you mean."

Jones finally turned his head to stare at him this time.

"Everything needs evidence."

"However, although your performance is outstanding, the most insane thug I have ever seen does not have your extremely calm posture, but it is a pity that your companion exposed you."

"I felt strange when I entered the door just now. I can't think of anything that can make a group of young people on vacation show that kind of subconscious guilt."

"So before I left just now, I checked your car by the way."

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

"And considering that you just arrived today, the path of activities can be said to be clear, and it is really too easy to check."

"Of course, if it turns out to be a misunderstanding in the end, and Mrs. Harold goes home by herself tonight, that would be great."

"Besides, don't worry, it's rare for Mary to be so happy. I don't want to spoil her fun. I'll just do it tomorrow. I'm getting old, and I can't stay up late."

After taking another puff, he threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground, and Sergeant Jones resumed his lazy posture.

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

"Don't worry, the room is adequate."

This is not giving yourself a chance to escape, right?
This one is also really brave, directly 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 himself go ahead.

Are you not afraid that if you really hit someone to death, you will be born with evil?
Feeling emotional, Fu Qian didn't talk nonsense and walked directly into the house.

Keenness, stubbornness, and extreme belief in one's own judgment have always been the common faults of old police officers, and it doesn't make sense to say it.

In fact, Fu Qian did not reject this misunderstanding.

Being concerned about every move means that any behavior of oneself will be analyzed in detail.

This means that there will be many opportunities in the future, leading the sheriff brother to find a certain character named Rasik.

……

"What happened?"

As soon as Fu Qian Jones entered the door one after the other, Mrs. Jones looked over at the first time and asked with concern.

Of course, the three Cartmans are equally concerned.

"Harold's wife appears to be missing."

Jones explained as if nothing had happened, and went to the refrigerator to get something to eat.

Ah!
Mrs. Jones covered her mouth, visibly startled.

"How come! When did it happen?"

"Just today, not long."

Jones looked nonchalant.

"But Harold was obviously in a hurry, and couldn't wait to ask me to help find someone."

"But today is too late, and finally he accepted the suggestion to wait until tomorrow, right—"

Jones suddenly remembered something, and pointed to Cartman and several people.

"It's getting late, and the way up the mountain is more dangerous. You should stay here tonight."

"Okay!"

Mrs. Jones obviously had the same intention. She looked very happy when her husband proposed it, and turned her head to look at her nephew enthusiastically.

"Then stay, the guest room is enough."

……

It can be seen that Fran is fine, and the three of Cartman obviously resist this suggestion.

But at this moment, I still face the same problem as before-there is no sufficient reason for rejection.

Jones' words seemed casual, but they carried an irrefutable aura.

After the three people who were obviously guilty made eye contact indiscriminately, none of them declined in the end.

As the number one suspect, Fu Qian was not given special arrangements, but went upstairs with him and became neighbors with Fran.

Even so, Fu Qian didn't have any idea of ​​sneaking away.

It is neither necessary nor realistic to do so.

First of all, it is impossible to drive away by myself, because as long as the car is started, it is certain to wake people up.

And if you only rely on two legs, where can you go in this remote place?Instead, he sat down with a guilty conscience.

As for evil towards the gallbladder?
Jones seemed to be careless, and he was afraid that any disturbance in the house would not be hidden from him. If he really did that, he would die too slowly.

Fu Qian analyzed all this with relish, and by the way, listening to the tossing and turning next door, he was full of anticipation for tomorrow.

Such a capable helper is rare.

……

Early the next morning, a much younger police officer drove over to pick up Jones, and it was the first time that Fu Qian met the family members of the victim.

It was a dull-looking middle-aged man, not tall, with a haggard look, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

There was no doubt that Mrs. Harold had not come home last night.

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

……

For this request, Mrs. Jones seemed to be somewhat resistant, but since the group of people did not raise any objections under Jones' gaze, she did not insist too much.

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

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

After the four of Cartman got into the car one by one, Jones greeted Fu Qian who was still standing outside.