Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

squeak~
The speeding car was stopped by a foot, and Fu Qianyan quickly supported it with his hands.

"what happened?"

Looking at Sergeant Jones who looked over coldly, Fu Qian kept smiling.

"I'm deducing it exactly according to your train of thought."

"Although I don't know why that person doesn't want to reveal his identity so much, there is no doubt that he has been acting."

"Who is that Rasik you are looking for... What is your real purpose in looking for him?"

After staring at Fu for a while, Jones finally asked with a cold face.

"This question has been answered before. It was just entrusted by someone. I don't know him well. I only know that I may meet him here."

"In this regard, our demands are the same, so I have no reason to hide anything from you."

"However, if you interpret it as a candidate for the killer, I can only say that it sounds reasonable."

"A foreigner who is elusive and unscrupulous, came here for some unknown purpose. In view of the lack of funds after receiving a ticket, he took on some private work."

"It's a pity that there was a small accident in the middle, so he had to deal with the witnesses, and even the employer was killed in the end."

"There is no doubt that this is a character who is cold-blooded, cruel, and regards human life as nothing. Of course, if the family is poor, otherwise the story will not make sense."

……

Jones didn't speak, and the next moment he slammed the steering wheel, the car turned 180 degrees, and the accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom.

It is said that what the police hate the most is not cunning and cruel villains, but unpredictable psychopaths.

And obviously, his analysis plus Fuqian's derivation just portrays such a character with both.

There is such a character wandering in this peaceful town.

And so far, he has caused at least three people to go missing.

Maybe he doesn't have much affection for Lei, his nephew, but he's clearly starting to worry about his wife.

……

Not long after, Jones drove the car back and forth at a speed several times faster in the familiar yard, and the screeching brakes revealed the driver's full emotions.

Seemingly realizing that he had lost his composure, Jones held the steering wheel, adjusted his breathing slightly, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked quickly into the house.

But before he came to the front, the door had been opened from the inside, and his wife Mary saw it with a puzzled expression.

"Why did you come back so soon?"

Mary looked at her husband puzzled, but Jones breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where are the three of them?"

Without answering his wife's question, Jones glanced behind her.

"After eating something, we each went to rest. Do you have something to do with them?"

Mary was even more puzzled for a moment.

"They all look a little tired, and they may have fallen asleep at the moment."

While Mary was speaking, the sound of going down the stairs behind her sounded at the right time.

Soon Fran appeared with light steps and greeted Jones politely.

Living in the home of the local sheriff, her mood has obviously stabilized a lot.

He ran down immediately when he heard the sound, probably noticing that Jones would return soon, hoping for any good news.

Jones responded slightly, but behind Fran, Ray had already gone downstairs.

Compared with Fran, his expression is much more complicated.

After Lei stood still, there were no other footsteps.

"Cartman may be asleep, are you going to call him?"

Fran asked subconsciously.

However, before she finished speaking, Lei's expression changed, and he hurried upstairs.

This exaggerated reaction obviously caused tension.

Fran's expression changed immediately, and Jones took a deep breath, and followed immediately.

"what happened?"

Fran, with a pale face, quietly asked Fu Qian.

"There are new missing persons."

Fu Qian casually explained, followed along with Fran and Mrs. Mary.

Another person is missing...

Mary also seemed to understand why her husband looked so ugly.

Of course, when she came to the second floor, she soon found that her husband's face was even uglier.

This is……

At this moment, Jones and Ray were standing at the door of a room with dull expressions.

Fu Qian walked up and found that in this small room that was very clean, the windows were wide open at this moment, and there was no one in it.

"This is Cartman's room..."

Fran's voice sounded extremely dry, and his face had lost even a little color.

It's not to blame for her poor mental quality. In a place that was absolutely safe in her mind, her companion disappeared without a trace. This psychological shock is indeed a bit big.

"It seems that some belongings are missing."

Fu Qian walked in from the side and probably took a few glances.

Cartman's room is located in the corner of the house, and the window is turned out to be the wall. This position is quite convenient for sneaking in and out.

"How is this going?"

Mrs. Mary also looked a little surprised, with an unbelievable expression on her face.

"I've been down there, and I didn't see him come down."

"Maybe he sneaked out by himself."

Jones turned around, patted his wife on the shoulder for comfort, and looked at Fran for the next moment.

"Fran, you can go down with Auntie to rest."

Although the voice is not loud, it is still quite majestic.

Fran, who was always distracted, immediately subconsciously followed suit and stepped forward to help Mrs. Mary down.

……

After confirming that the two had gone downstairs, Jones took a step forward and closed the door behind his back.

"What did you see yesterday?"

The next moment he grabbed Lei's collar and pressed it against the wall, took out a gun from his waist, and pressed it against his head, his tone was extremely cold.

"I'm not interested in giving you guys some psychological counseling, and I don't care if you have any unspeakable fears."

"Now answer me, what did you see on the way out to buy things yesterday?"

……

With a gun pressed to his head and his collar tightly grasped, Lei's glasses were tilted to the side for a moment.

Obviously, Jones' move greatly exceeded his expectations.

"I don't understand what it means, what is going on here?"

Be careful not to struggle, Lei said subconsciously.

While speaking, he saw Fu Qian from the corner of his eye, and was teased by this nonchalant attitude.

The next moment, this man's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he growled under his throat.

"Are you talking nonsense?"

"No."

Fu Qian shook his head, almost instantly rejecting this guess without giving any explanation.

"I--"

The collar was tightly grasped, and Lei seemed to be suffocating.

But no matter what, he obviously didn't dare to move around under the gun, and just adjusted his breathing for a while, looking at his uncle sincerely.

"I... really didn't see anything."