Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 650 The Old Road (VIII)

For Jones' suggestion, Cartman and Ray definitely have no reason to continue to refuse.

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 sheriff's attitude was slightly kind.

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

From a cold-blooded animal who killed people and covered up his crimes, he became a psychopath who occasionally offered valuable advice.

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

In a more dull atmosphere than before, Jones suddenly seemed to remember something, looked at Harold and asked.

"I've been home..."

"Can anyone prove it?"

"Nobody can prove it."

For the sheriff's question, Harold answered fluently, but his emotions sounded quite depressed, and he curled up on the seat, feeling a little lost.

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

Yep.

The car was silent again, and Jones did not continue to ask.

Fu Qian understood his feelings very well.

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

It was nothing more than that Mrs. Harold was hit by her own car, and then in order to avoid responsibility, she hurriedly disposed of the body, and asked her partners to keep a secret for herself, pretending that nothing happened,
The search all the way just now seemed to be aimed at this idea, and Jones firmly believed that the corpse was under the pile of branches and leaves.

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

Jones is obviously a little hard to accept this.

Because in his opinion, this is beyond the scope of his ability.

Even assuming that he is a cold-blooded beast, in an unfamiliar environment, it is quite good to find such a place to hide the corpse, it is almost impossible to do it without distraction.

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

It is more difficult to establish doubts about oneself for a while.

As an experienced sheriff, Jones obviously has a fine tradition in this line, that is, to doubt everything.

With his suspicions lowered, he chose to ask where Harold was yesterday, no doubt out of another possibility—this man designed a series of events to kill his wife.

But it's just a little skeptical.

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

Judging from Harold's still trembling body, the possibility of buying a murderer is even greater.

……

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

Arriving at the destination soon, after getting off the car, Jones looked at the yard and expressed a long sigh of emotion.

"But it's cleaner than expected."

All the way into the main entrance, he casually looked around.

"It's all thanks to Fran."

Lei said very modestly from the side.

"Yes, well done."

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

Next, with the attitude of revisiting the old place, he turned around all the places in the building with traces of activities, including the collection in the basement.

Facing the terrifying 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 skeptical about the students' overly clean car, and followed him to see if there was anything unusual.

Lei also seemed to understand his purpose, and did not express any objection to this, 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 more strangely.

……

"What is the purpose of your coming here?"

After shopping around, Jones, who had nothing to gain, found a chance to walk up to Fu Qian.

"It's hard for me to imagine that someone like you would play such a boring vacation 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 20-year-old young man."

He smiled and defended before paying.

"Hormones are at their absolute peak. Is it any wonder that you go out and indulge with a group of your peers?"

"Oh, who is Nalasik?"

"kindness?"

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

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

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

Facing Jones' unprecedented stern gaze, Fu Qian kept smiling and did not deny it.

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

"……very good!"

Obviously, he had never encountered such a difficult guy before. Jones stared at Fu Qian for a long time, and chose to directly greet his younger brother and Harold to go down the mountain.

This strength should be just right, right?
While watching the police car go away, Fu Qian said silently in his heart.

Last night, he did ask Mrs. Jones if she knew who Lacik was.

Having lived here for many years, and her husband is a sheriff, normally, Mrs. Jones is indeed an excellent person to understand this issue.

And in the end he got a negative answer.

Mrs. Jones was quite sure that there was no Lacik in this place.

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

It is almost impossible to ask someone like Jones to help him directly. He will not do anything that he thinks is boring and unnecessary, so some special means are needed.

A person like him who thinks he can see through people with just one look, is not allowed to exist within a certain category that he doesn't understand.

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

The abnormality of Cartman's group of people yesterday, and the person who answered the phone and left at the dinner party made Fu Qian faintly judge that something happened, and decided to use this method to throw the name Lasik out.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to make himself suspicious, so that the name would get more attention, but he didn't expect that Jones' amazing brain power would save him a lot of effort.

For the next step, what efforts will this person make in investigating the name of Lasik, Fu Qian expressed his expectation.

……

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

It's rare to be clean before paying, and continue to recharge your batteries.

However, this tranquility did not last long, and there was a light knock on the door just after noon.

Fu Qian stepped forward to open it and found Fran standing outside with an indescribably disturbed expression.

Seeing that Fu Qian opened the door, this man breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned forward to carefully suppress his throat.

"Jessica is gone."

(End of this chapter)