Thriller Paradise

The deceased was a male, Caucasian, and he looked like he was in his forties. He wore a black shirt with a dark brown jacket and jeans. He wore a thick pair of hands. Gloves, a fishing line is wrapped between the hands.

The place that is less than one meter away from the deceased is a desk. At this time, the corner of the table has been stained with a lot of blood. With this "corner" as the center, the blood is sprayed into the spray, and it is almost all around. Things... Those things include but are not limited to walls, floors, curtains, table tops, side tables, flower pots, etc.

When the seal was not seen, the expensive pure wool carpet under the body had been immersed in a large piece of brown blood, and the pungent smell could be said to be blowing.

"Hey! The surname is sealed." The sheriff saw that the brother had a look at the body. "You should not want to move the body?"

Even if the sheriff has received many benefits from John over the years and treated him differently because of his identity on the island, the sheriff still has a bottom line, so he only made a reminder at this moment, so as not to feel what the fingerprint is. Stay at the scene.

Of course, I also know that I am not a police officer, nor the first person in the body. It is absolutely inappropriate to touch the body like this.

"Ah... rest assured, I just look at it." Feng did not know, and already squatted.

He observed the state of the deceased as carefully as possible without touching the body, and then stood up and turned his eyes to the desk next to the deceased.

The objects on the desk were messy at this time, and many of them had been scattered on the ground, and the items that remained on the table were the first thing that caused the attention of the brother to be a phone.

It was an "old-fashioned" phone, very "old", and it looked like a product of the 1970s... The shape of a piggy bank and the circular dialing device are probably not seen by many modern people.

Of course, I don’t know how to recognize it, and I know how to use it.

"Mr. Herbert." After a few seconds of watching, he asked if he didn't come back. "Are you using this phone after the case?"

The "Mr. Herbert" he refers to is undoubtedly John.

After a little discretion, John replied: "Yes, I just contacted the police and the sheriff." He paused for half a second and immediately asked, "How did you know?"

If the reasoning that I did not make is that "you are calling when the case is over," then John will only answer one "yes" and will not ask more questions; because the person who spoke to John at the time of the case is Sam. The latter 80% have already told the movement they heard during the call.

But now, what I have reasoned about is that I used the phone after the case, which made John wonder.

"Oh..." Hearing his voice, he smiled and looked back. "Because there is a little blood on your right auricle."

The voice did not fall, Sam and the sheriff turned their eyes to John's face.

Even John himself was shocked and raised his hand subconsciously to touch the place. As a result, it was really bloody.

"Because there are not many blood stains there, I can't really see them when I don't look at them. I also came out when you passed by you..." Feng Shou continued to observe the scene while whispering, "At first, I I thought it was splashing on the case, but the problem is... all the other blood stains on your body are concentrated on the left and back of the body, and your entire right half of the body has only a little bit of blood on your ears. ...this is a bit strange." Speaking of this, he pointed to the phone on the desk and saw the phone, and the blood between the earpiece and the bracket, I realized the answer. ”

In the process of the interpretation of the auditory brother, John’s heart has produced a few ominous premonitions...

There is no doubt that John is not a law-abiding citizen. The illegal activities he has done are far more than forging wills and murdering fathers... but he is still at large.

A man like him has a natural understanding of the dangerous instinct.

At this moment, it is undoubtedly a danger.

"It seems that your friend is really a good detective." A second later, John looked at Sam and said in a tone of words.

"What?" Sam is not to be outdone. "He made you nervous?"

“Why should I be nervous?” John replied very calmly. “It’s you...you’re not afraid to catch fire...”

"Mr. Herbert!" The seal didn't let John finish the conversation. He interrupted the other loudly. "The wound on your neck... isn't it bad?"

The injury he pointed to was a few red marks on John's neck. It was a new injury and it was very obvious. Both Sam and the Sheriff noticed the scar when they saw John.

"Ah... okay." John replied warmly.

"Let me boldly speculate about the things that happened here..." When I said this, I had left the body and turned back in the direction of the corridor. "Overall... this should be a self-defense. Right to kill, right?"

"That is a must!" John did not speak. The sheriff first rushed to the road. "The deceased is a typical illegal intrusion, and he still has a weapon in his hand. If not Mr. Herbert is lucky, maybe What died tonight is..."

"Thank you, Dust, I think I can answer this question myself." Unexpectedly, John did not appreciate it. He interrupted the sheriff. (Now we know, he is Dust, as for why the previous chapters I have never explained this thing, it must be because I am procrastinating, and I have not named him.) I feel like myself. "Mr. Feng... What is the nature of tonight, I think... It’s too early to make a decision.” He said, and glanced at his brother again. “Because you are a friend of Sam and a detective, Sam is related to this matter...so I only let you see the scene..."

"What do you mean?" Hearing this sentence, Sam couldn't help it. He interjected excitedly. "What is it that I am related to this?"

"Oh..." John sneered and looked at Sam. "What do you think?"

"You are an important witness, Sam's brother." Feng did not feel that Sam might have to show his feet and rushed out. "The case is born when you talk to John? Is your testimony necessary to restore the truth?" Play a decisive role."

"Well... yes." After the reminder of the brother, Sam also almost got himself in the middle of the set, "I can testify."

Fortunately, he recited a nonsense, and he calmed down for a certain amount of time. 8