American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 104 Chapter 104 The Exclusive Town

Gilbert explained: "It's a long story. To put it simply, the Bureau of Investigation and the Witch Academy are in a cooperative relationship. The Academy of Witches sends some fresh blood into the Bureau of Investigation every year. At the same time, they are also responsible for helping us train some Witches, so the Bureau of Investigation needs a witch academy."

Ron understood that the Witch Academy sent investigators to the Bureau of Investigation and at the same time trained witches for the Bureau of Investigation.

For example, a witch with a broken heritage like Irene might be able to become a qualified witch after training at the Witch Academy.

Therefore, for the Bureau of Investigation, the Witch Academy is indispensable.

"Okay, no problem, since they don't believe me, I'll prove it to them."

Ron decisively agreed.

Gilbert was relieved when he heard the words, and of course it would be best for Ron to agree.

In the evening, Grace refused Ron to visit again on the pretext of having a job.

In fact, having a job is an excuse.

The main reason was that Melinda's visit in the morning made her feel a little guilty, and her restlessness was like being quiet, so she naturally rejected Ron.

Ron was also very happy. He hadn't enjoyed Annie's cat dress last time.

Early in the morning, Ron walked out of Anne's residence refreshed, and then drove straight to the small town of Rhine.

The town of Ryan, like most small towns in the United States, is leisurely and comfortable, and of course there is no shortage of crises.

Small towns are often more exclusive than big cities.

Of course, law and order is much better.

When he arrived in the town, Ron called the police station.

So, at the gate of the police station, Ron met Chief Hibbert.

Hibbert is a standard black man.

About the same size as Ron, his figure was seriously out of shape, and he was almost fat into a ball.

Ron wondered if this guy was investigating the case on his belly.

Ron doesn't discriminate against fat people, but discriminates against overweight police officers.

Because usually the police is not only a very dangerous job, but also a very physical job.

If the police were all fat, it would be hard for Ron to believe in the professional ability of such a guy.

"I'm Hibbert, welcome, welcome investigator Ron to our police station, come, please come in." Hibbert was very enthusiastic, and when he saw Ron, he reached out and shook Ron's hand.

Then invite Ron into the police station.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time investigators have entered the town in our town of Ryan. As the director, I feel both honored and unfortunate. I am honored because I am honored to know you. Unfortunately, the murder case in the town did not expect to cause a sensation. Bureau of Investigation, I feel very sad when I think about these victims and their families." Hibbert said with a sigh.

Ron looked at Hibbert.

He didn't know how sincere Hibbert's words were.

These are not important to him, he is concerned about other things.

For example, the facts of the murder.

Time was running out, so Ron said directly to Hibbert: "Who is the policeman in charge of the case? I want to ask him some questions. Let's talk about the rest after the case is over. Let's start right now."

Hibbert was taken aback for a moment, and then blurted out words of praise, "Uh...no problem, I have to say, as investigators, you are really fast and resolute, and you have done your duty well."

Ron understood now that Mohibert was the police chief.

Because this guy has a good temper, and his flattering skills are soaked in bone marrow, but the shooting is just right.

If you don't look at the detection rate, this guy can be the director until he retires.

"Clap clap clap..."

Hibbert led Ron into the public office.

There are more than a dozen police officers in the office. There are computers, documents and office supplies on the desks. Some are busy, some are talking quietly, and of course some are fishing and playing computer games.

The sound of Hibbert slapping his hands successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"Guys, this is Mr. Ron, a senior investigator sent by the Bureau of Investigation, everyone applauds!" Hibbert introduced cheerfully.

"Clap clap clap!"

There was perfunctory applause, and a dozen police officers in the office cast curious glances at Ron.

Ron was the first investigator they'd seen in all their years as a cop.

It would be a lie to say that you are not curious. Of course, there is also rejection in curiosity.

The reason is simple, the superior sent investigators down, on the one hand, it shows that the superior attaches great importance to this serial murder case.

On the other hand, it can show that the superiors have concerns about their ability to handle cases and do not trust their abilities.

Because if they really believed in their abilities, why send Ron down?

Seeing that everyone was being perfunctory, Hibbert quickly emphasized: "The superior asked us to fully cooperate with investigator Ron in the investigation. Therefore, I hope that everyone will actively cooperate in the future."

"Hello, everyone. My name is Ron. I hope we can cooperate happily." Ron greeted everyone with a smile.

After a long while, there was no response. Not only that, the policemen turned around and were busy with their own affairs.

No one bird Ron.

Ron smiled and didn't care.

Seeing the scene, Hibbert was a little embarrassed, and quickly added: "Also, Sheriff Will, come to my office."

When it was over, Hibbert invited Ron into his private office.

Ron and Hibbert sat in the office and drank coffee for a while. It wasn't until Hibbert awkwardly urged Will on the internal phone that the guy came late.

Knocking on the office door, Will walked in.

Will is a half-bald, white, middle-aged man with a big frame but no flesh.

So much so that his facial features are unusually distinct, even a little aggressive.

Will's gaze flicked across Ron's face, then at Hibbert.

"Director, are you looking for me?"

Ron watched Will with interest.

"You were in charge of this case before, so please introduce the case now. In addition, you will do your best to assist Investigator Ron in handling this case for a period of time in the future."

"What the fuck, I help him?" Will glanced at Ron disdainfully.

Hibbert frowned, "Is there a problem?"

Will said unconvinced: "Director, I think we can solve this case by ourselves, instead of requiring outsiders to intervene."

Hibbert frowned and looked at Will, "This is the meaning of the superior. Will, you must cooperate, understand?"

Will cursed and said: "Yeah, everything is a shit order, Hibbert, I don't think this is a wise decision, and I don't believe that such a young man with no hair can solve the problem at all."

Hibbert knocked hard on the table and emphasized: "Will, listen clearly, this is an order!"

"Yeah, it's all orders. Who doesn't know that our director is just a bastard who likes to lick the leader's ass. If it wasn't me, you would have rolled off the director's position a long time ago, instead of seeing some shit Just follow the order, obey. Don’t you know that it is the detection rate that keeps your position under your ass, not because you are only an answering person.” Will obviously has a bad temper, and directly sprayed Hibbert His face flushed.

Will turned his head to look at Ron, "You are the investigator sent by the top, right? Ha, you are really young and promising, I really hope that you didn't get your status as an investigator by selling your ass. To be honest, I'm not interested Concerned about the mess of your investigation bureau, and at the same time, please don't meddle in my case, understand?"

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