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After Madeline Hill asked Jane Horvath to look at the door lock, Jane Horvath came to the same conclusion as Locke.

She looked at Locke in amazement, “Wow, it seems that you really have the potential to be a detective. Beyond ordinary people’s observation is an indispensable condition for becoming a detective…”

She glanced at Madeline Hill and sneered, “In the past, your Captain Hill would also be eager to chase in to ask for the results, but now she will only stand outside waiting for the results. She has fallen!”

Madeline Hill ignored Jane Horvath’s sarcasm and walked straight to Reilly Simpson, staring at the key on his waistband, “Mr. Simpson, please show me your key?”

Reilly Simpson was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took off the key and handed it over, but Madeline Hill did not take it because she was not wearing gloves.

Locke reached out to take the key, and did not ask which key was the key of the house, but checked each key, and soon found a little ink pad of the copy key on one of the keys.

From the many footprints left by the murderer, it can be seen that although the murderer has made some preparations, the preparations are not perfect and are only half-hearted.

Since the key can be copied from Reilly Simpson, the murderer must be someone close to him.

Locke nodded to Madeline Hill and handed the key to Jane Horvath on the side.

Jane Horvath took a look, put the key into the evidence bag, looked at Reilly Simpson curiously, and turned to walk into the room.

At the door, she suddenly stopped and turned her head and said, “Captain Hill, you may need to send two strong men to help us later. The dead body is too heavy. It will be very difficult for the weak chickens in the forensic department to lift it…”

“No problem…”

Madeline Hill replied, staring at Reilly Simpson sharply, “Mr. Simpson, don’t you have anything to say?”

Reilly Simpson wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with trembling lips, “I have said everything I know. Judy’s death is really none of my business…”

Madeline Hill said coldly, “Then how do you explain that the murderer used your key to open the door?”

“What?”

Reilly Simpson screamed, his face turned pale in an instant, and he subconsciously touched the key on his waist, and then remembered that he had just handed in the key.

He murmured, “How could it be? Impossible? Who are these bastards?”

As he said, his eyes were full of anger, and he turned around and prepared to leave.

“Stop!” Locke immediately pulled out the Glock G18 from his armpit and pointed it at Rayleigh Simpson. “Mr. Simpson, we suspect you are involved in the death of Ms. Judy Simpson. Now we need you to go back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation. You have the right to remain silent. From now on, any statement you make may be used as evidence against you in court. You have the right to call your lawyer…” Jack Talbert and Raven Tate tacitly clamped Rayleigh Simpson, skillfully took out handcuffs, twisted his hands behind his back and handcuffed them. Reilly Simpson was frightened and said tremblingly: “It’s not me, it’s not me…”

Madeline Hill ordered in a deep voice: “Take him back to the police station!”

After Jack Talbot and Raven Tate sent Reilly Simpson to the car, Harry Sumner said confidently: “Believe it or not, in the interrogation room later, he will tell you how many times he fucks his wife a week. His psychological defense is on the verge of collapse. What are you doing? What’s the expression on your face…”

“…”

Madeline Hill naturally ignored him.

Locke asked curiously, “Didn’t you go in and see the body of the deceased?” Harry Sumner shook his head and said, “No, what’s wrong? As soon as I came here, I found that this guy had problems. There must be something hidden in his mind, so as long as he is broken, this case should be fine. In my experience, in 60% of cases where the wife died, the husband is the murderer…” Locke couldn’t help laughing and said, “If you have seen his wife, you will know that you shouldn’t be curious about how many times they fuck a week…” “Also, Reilly Simpson is probably not the murderer, but he should know something…” At this time, Jane Horvath came out and shouted to Madeline Hill, “Captain Hill, where is your hunk?” Madeline Hill looked at Jack Talbot, and the guy immediately came over and showed off his biceps. She looked at Locke again, but soon moved her eyes to Harry Sumner. Harry Sumner smiled and said, “Captain, you know me better…” He stretched his body, looked at Locke provocatively, and followed Jack Talbot into the room. After a while, Harry Sumner came out with a distorted face carrying the body. Four peopleAmong the people carrying the corpse, only Jack Talbot looked normal. The “Irish Bull” lived up to his reputation.

Madeline Hill said coldly to Harry Sumner: “Harry, you have fallen! You would not have made such a low-level mistake before. When you arrived at the scene, you didn’t even take a look at the corpse. I don’t want this to happen again…”

Locke was numbed by Madeline Hill’s performance.

Damn, it smells like Black Widow!

…

Harry Sumner was right. Reilly Simpson’s psychological defense collapsed as soon as he arrived at the interrogation room. He spoke out his suspicions like pouring beans.

Yes, Reilly Simpson suspected that the murderer was his colleague in the supermarket.

Harry Sumner and Jack Talbot were in charge of the interrogation. Locke and the others were holding coffee and listening outside. After listening to Reilly Simpson’s story, they looked at each other in disbelief.

According to Reilly Simpson, the murder case originated from his bragging.

Reilly Simpson said that not long ago, he and several colleagues in the supermarket were chatting, and everyone talked about the prominent figures in the family history.

Some people said that his grandfather was a US military pilot during World War II, and had dinner with the Chinese president, and there were photos at home.

Others said that his ancestors had been slaves of Lincoln, and the reason why Lincoln was determined to liberate black slaves was because he saw the advantages of black people from his ancestors and felt that black people should not be enslaved, but should participate in the great cause of building the United States…

Reilly Simpson said that his ancestors were Scottish nobles, who had participated in the arrest of Wallace and were rewarded by Charles III, but unfortunately the family fell into decline.

Others naturally did not believe it and started to make a fuss, so Reilly Simpson said that he had a gold coin rewarded by Charles III in his family.

This gold coin is now worth tens of thousands of dollars. No matter how hard his life was, he never thought of selling it, because it was the only thing that could prove the glory of his family, and he wanted to pass it down from generation to generation…

Harry Sumner was speechless, “So, you are bragging?”

Rayleigh Simpson looked blank, “Our family is indeed from Scotland, but we are not nobles, and we don’t have any gold coins…”