Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"You, this is not the way to the police station, is it?"

A few minutes later, Fu Qian asked thoughtfully in a car driven by Sergeant Jones himself.

The size of the town is not big, and the effort from yesterday to now is enough for him to engrave the overall layout in his mind, especially the location of this violent mechanism.

And Fuqian was very sure that this was not the direction to go to the police station.

"Now that there is one more missing person, don't we need to go back and organize more people, a carpet search?"

"Carpet search, that is indeed the most reasonable approach."

Jones finally responded, but snorted coldly.

"But my experience tells me that there is no gain just now, and there is a high probability that doubling the number of people will not make a difference."

"I like the less logical, but potentially more effective approach."

"Oh? What is a more effective way?"

Brother Sergeant is indeed not an ordinary person, Fu Qian asked with great interest.

"All violence has a motive, starting with the motivated, until proven innocent."

"You can directly say the method of elimination, but in many cases, this is indeed an effective method."

For this person's answer, Fu Qian was not too surprised.

"Considering that I, a suspicious person, is under control, are you going to find Harold?"

Ha ha.

Jones snorted without denying it.

"Fake the scene of the accident, but actually plan to kill the wife. With all due respect, although it is a common drama, this operation still requires a certain amount of execution."

Nod before paying.

"I doubt more and more whether you are a student after all."

Jones took a deep look at Fu Qian.

"You sound more like a professional criminal consultant."

Obviously, this person also heard the conversation between Fu Qian and Fran who claimed to be a consultant just now.

"In fact, I investigated Harold's neighbors immediately, and confirmed that Mrs. Harold was indeed driving out alone yesterday morning."

"Oh? What about you?"

"Although it will be a lot of trouble at once, I have to consider the possibility of buying a murderer."

"I agree with your point of view. Killing people and hiding corpses to forge the scene without being detected by me requires a considerable level of operation. It's hard to believe that a middle-aged man who occasionally bursts out of emotion can do it."

"But no matter what, such an extremely professional person needs a motive to make the previous move."

"Obviously, if it's for money, the husband is undoubtedly the number one suspect again."

Fu Qian nodded, expressing his understanding of the Sheriff Brother's thoughts.

……

Not long after, Jones took control of the car and parked in front of an ordinary yard.

And looking from this position, you can find that the garage next to it is open and empty inside.

Jones' expression became serious, and he opened the door and got out of the car.

After knocking on the door twice and getting no response, he kicked the door open without waiting for Fu Qian to say anything.

The inside is ordinary, but it looks a bit messy. After searching around quickly, Jones finally returned to the living room with a cold face.

Bad news, no one was in the house.

Good news, no one was dead in the house either.

The other places are in a mess, and it seems that someone has searched them all over the place.

"So according to the common plot, this should be the end of the payment, and the killer killed the employer in a fit of rage?"

Fu Qian was on the sidelines and deduced according to Sheriff Jones' train of thought.

……

"But there is a problem here. Killing is killing. Does Brother Killer have any special hobbies? He must take people away?"

"Is it possible to build a joint burial for the husband and wife?"

Jones was silent, Fu Qian continued.

But the next moment, this guy thought of something and turned around and went out.

Fu Qian followed out and found that Jones kept walking, and went straight to the neighbor's door tens of meters away.

The movement of the police car just now obviously attracted the attention of the neighbors, and before he knocked on the door, someone greeted him.

"Did you notice when Harold left?"

Jones didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly to the rugged man.

"before noon."

The neighbor's tone was quite positive, sounding like he knew something about the couple's tragedy.

"After I came back in the morning, I also visited Harold, and then he stayed alone for a while, and drove away around noon."

"Driving? Are you sure it's Harold?"

Jones was expressionless.

"It should be. I'm in the room, and his face is blocked by the hat. He can only see a little bit. It should be right from the figure."

Neighbors are obviously more conservative.

"He's driving with a hat on?"

Jones frowned.

"It's kind of weird, maybe it's some kind of new trend?"

The neighbor seemed to remember something while talking.

"Speaking of which, it seemed the same way when his wife went out yesterday."

Harold's missing wife also went out wearing a hat before?

Jones' eyes were sharp for a moment.

"Are you sure?"

"of course."

The neighbor's tone was very positive.

"What's the matter, did his wife find it?"

……

After returning from the investigation, Sergeant Jones' face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water.

"You stayed with Fran to clean up yesterday?"

And after searching Harold's house again, and finding nothing, Jones directly motioned for Fuqian to get in the car, and after a certain distance, he suddenly asked.

uh-huh.

He was wronged, but Fu Qian didn't respond.

After returning home from the exchange this morning, this guy had too many opportunities to confirm this.

"It seems that things are still going in a dramatic direction!"

The next moment he blinked.

……

"It wasn't Harold's wife who drove out yesterday, but someone else, only with her hat and clothes on."

Not knowing if he was stimulated by Fu Qian's words, Jones began to speak in a deep voice.

"At that time, Mrs. Harold may have encountered an accident."

"After being taken to the mountain, the car was disguised as if it had been robbed, and the body was handled in secret."

"It's a pity that this scene was accidentally bumped into by three people who were out shopping, and then they were threatened."

"That guy was obviously very intimidating and terrified them quite a bit, which is why they looked off and refused to reveal anything."

"Then the next day, Harold met the same fate as his wife."

"Sounds reasonable."

Fu Qian casually agreed.

"Then how do you explain Jessica's accident?"

"Is he not confident that Lei and the others can keep the secret, or does he choose to believe in the dead?"

Jones was a little unsure of what he said.

But other than that, it was hard for him to think of a more plausible explanation.

"According to what you said, it seems that it's time to go home and have a look."

Fu Qian did not question it, and even thought about it for a while to remind him.

"After all, the remaining two witnesses are at your house now."