Chapter 39 Section 4 Underground

"No! Mr. Police Officer, maybe you think that you already know the whole truth about that case? Ha, you don't know anything at all! Who would believe that there is such a huge inside story hidden under such a case? Woolen cloth?" "Wait, Raymond. It's not that the police don't know what you're saying--but we can't act without sufficient evidence. The case is certainly not over--and as you now think , the false appearance that this case is over, believe me, should be entirely blamed on the irresponsibility of the media: you also know that those are not official news released by the police, right?"

The short dagger in Raymond's hand, which has been clinging to me since I broke in, seems to be a little bit loose after hearing what I said above: "? How did you find me, Officer Wenzel?" Of course Raymond would not understand—although he rented the basement hut under a false name, he paid the deposit and the first month's rent to the owner by bank transfer: by checking Mr. Raymond Falton's transfer The subject's property records, and Mosman had no trouble finding the address. But I'm not going to answer his question - the first thing we need to do now, of course, is to try to get our young gardeners to put down the dangerous things in their hands.

And for that, I have exactly one of the best questions: "Raymond, where is Eko now?" I could see that the gardener hesitated deeply at this moment—he seemed to be very tired all of a sudden: the knife was still in his hand, but he fell down on the narrow single bed behind him. It seems that the responsibility of being a girl's father is finally above all else in Raymond's heart: "? I let her stay at my aunt's house for the time being—she's always been fond of Eko. So, you know, even if I have something to do this time, she? At least it won't be too bad, oh, Oh my God?"

Raymond's voice couldn't go on—he was crying. I stand there, unable to do anything--I have quite a few doubts about Mr. Rhodes' commission: at least, let me use the handle in my pocket to load the special pentobarbital right now (Author's note: commonly used One of the non-volatile anesthetics, which belongs to the derivatives of barbiturates, can maintain a long period of anesthesia with a single administration. And some other compound ingredients are added for rapid onset of action-this kind of anesthesia gun is generally used I can't do that with a tranquilizer pistol that shoots bullets at the father in front of me who misses his daughter.

"Didn't Eliza be killed by the man the newspaper said?" After a short burst of tears, Raymond sat up.He threw the dagger aside, pulled his hair with his hands, and said the above words slowly and to himself. He probably thought that what he said was a secret that not many people knew at present (as he just described, it was the "huge inside story hidden" in this case)-but in fact, at least I know: Old Jim did not kill Eliza passed, and the real murderer who killed her was her father, Mr. Rügenmann.I think what Raymond is going to say next is probably this "secret" that we both know.

"It was Rhodes—that insidious guy, Rhodes hired someone to kill her?" Unfortunately, what Raymond said was quite different from what I had just conjectured—I must say that such a statement immediately created a lot of new reasoning, contradictions, and doubts in my mind.But, as I have already mentioned to the gardener, the police are "perfectly aware" of the secrets he told: so I have no right at the moment to show even the slightest surprise or bewilderment—in any case, As hard as I could believe what I heard, I had to listen to Raymond: "And the master—Mr. Rügenmann was probably killed by him too. Huh? He finally stole what he wanted, the offspring of this illegitimate son? Rod Schmitz—he is Melton Forgotten son of Sir Hofer!"

Raymond's underground temporary apartment was very quiet. At this moment, both his excitement and my surprise were interrupted by the sudden intervention of a strange voice: The rustle is a crisp sound of salt grains falling on the baking paper