Chapter 16 Chapter 15 The Third Dead

August had to go around a lot to get to the exit of the villa, which was much longer than the distance Karl and the others needed to walk.But because there are still many guests staying in the hall, and August started the race a few seconds earlier—so, this is like a contest between the 400-meter hurdles and the 800-meter race, each with its own advantages. When our black detective came to the main entrance of the villa, he saw August rushing towards the open iron gate of the villa.A few security guards and the Tenth Bureau police also saw him, but they obviously didn't know what was going on—so no one thought of closing the door immediately, let alone stopping him, until Carl yelled at them:

"Catch him, that's the murderer!", he ordered in the loudest voice, "Close the gate!" But it was obviously too late, the postman's foot strength must not be underestimated - he passed the security guard by the iron gate.A policeman pulled down the gate, so the iron gate was only half closed.But August was already out, and under the instinct of escape, he showed unimaginable speed? They tried to put him in a cage, but locked himself instead. "Open the door!" Karl was obviously very angry. "Start the police car and notify the traffic police in the area. Follow the direction of Neue Ludwig Avenue? Hurry up!"

But this was the last glory of Mr. Postman. On the road not far from the villa, a sudden sound of brakes ended everything. An oncoming Volvo knocks August down.First he flipped the hood up, and then he hit the windshield all over it, shattering it—and that's when the poor driver hit the brakes.August was bounced off the windshield and fell two or three meters in front of the car. After rolling a few times, he stopped in the focused light of the headlights. His bones must have been broken a lot: because, even the most delicate puppet is difficult to make that kind of movement? The right leg was completely broken, and the turned-out leg bone scratched the fragile skin and tore some of the obstacles in the way. Muscles and blood vessels exposed abruptly and surprisingly to the light—that should be a masterpiece of a bumper.The unexpected swelling of the left side of the ribcage and the collapse of the right side - which might lead one to mistake him for chronic emphysema: these are due to the rearrangement of the ribs, which were forced to bear some devastating impulse - - They are much greater than the load limit of these bone-built supports.

Such a deformation forcefully tore the shirt open, and the top two buttons were gone.A little below, a button was still being pulled by the buckle thread hanging there, and the top and middle part of the button thread had been stained red with blood.A drop or two of blood dripped on that button, making it swing like a pendulum? Then, more blood dripped on it, and the button thread couldn't bear the weight, so the blood-stained button had to be let go—it fell into the ever-expanding pool of blood, but no one saw the moment, so no one knew if it ever caused a small ripple (Author's Note: Obviously, this description of the button also refers to ) such an injury did not allow Auguste to groan in time, he may have fainted, or he may have died—it seems that he was probably dead: or, in these few seconds, Auguste Gust Donado is dying.

"Listen! I don't know anything? Damn it!", the driver climbed out of the driver's seat, looking at the bright red under the focus of the car lights, and the security guards and policemen who surrounded him, looking completely at a loss ——Fortunately, he was wearing a seat belt, otherwise, the inertia of emergency braking would have thrown him out of the car. "The guy came up from the side all of a sudden - he came up by himself, I braked the car, but it seemed like it was too late?" "It's not your fault, is it an accident?" Carl glanced at August who was lying on the ground, "Call the emergency personnel over immediately!" He said to a police officer beside him, "Even if he is really Criminals shouldn't just die like this?"

"No pulse, no breathing, no heartbeat." An emergency worker took off his blood-stained gloves. "The left lung lobe was pierced in multiple places, and at the same time, the heart was damaged and the main artery ruptured-this is the main cause of death." "The driver's record has been made. The traffic police team checked the tire marks - there was no obvious violation, but he must have been speeding: the speed limit on this road is 80." A police officer reported to Carl. "Then, give him a citation, and if there is nothing else, send him back in a police car." Carl rubbed his temples, "Send a tow truck to tow this Volvo away? Also, find two people Check the corpse to see if he has hidden anything. Cut the clothes with scissors and collect evidence carefully!"

After giving these instructions, Karl looked at August's body and frowned: "Hope Wenzel's assumptions are wrong?" he said to himself. "His escape is also very reasonable—if it hadn't been for this accident, we would have issued a wanted warrant." About five minutes later, the police officer in charge of examining the body presented an evidence bag—inside was a perfectly clean check with three distinct creases: it was evident that it had been carefully folded in half twice. "Report! It was found in the leather shoe of the dead body's left foot - he hid it under the insole so it wasn't stained with blood.

Be very careful when unfolding so as not to damage your fingerprints! " Carl took the evidence bag—he saw the amount and signature on the check, and smiled with satisfaction: "In this way, we are one step closer to a reasonable explanation." Wenzel and the others also came out of the villa when they heard the news.The detective stopped the officer who had just reported to Carl and asked him: "Anything else? Did he have a wallet with him?" "Nothing else?" said the officer, "not even a mobile phone and keys? We also asked the check-in at the villa, at Inspector Carl's request - and he didn't leave anything there either."

"Don't even have a coin?" Taphne was surprised, "No car keys either? Then how did he go back?" "He was picked up, and of course he was sent back," said Mrs. Emma Hessel, "so that's the end of the case—what a pity?", holding a third cup of liberty. Cuba, and the glass of wine is almost bottomed out, "I still hope that this case can have some more twists and turns! But now? I'm so bored that I want to drink another glass." She looked at the glass in her hand, sighed, Staggeringly, he walked towards the villa. "The absence of a key means that relatives are waiting for him to come home," Wenzel shook his head regretfully, "this poor man."

"According to the information at hand, Mr. Auguste Donado is not married." Carl patted the old friend on the shoulder, "But we already have his address - Room 602, 41 Park Street , it’s not far from the zoo. I’ll call the Second Sub-bureau immediately and ask them to send someone over to have a look, maybe there will be some new discoveries.” "The people on the list have already gathered in the side hall," Inspector Roth said, who just came over. He glanced at August who was lying on the ground, "Do you still need to ask questions?" "Of course!" Carl glanced at Wenzel, "For the case to be concluded smoothly—except for the guests in the side hall now, the guests in the hall can already be let go." He said to Rott.

"Just, there is one more question?" Inspector Roth said in great difficulty, "We didn't find that 'woman with long curly red hair'? It's strange that our people didn't let her go, and she wasn't in the lobby either. among the guests." "Could it be August's ruse?" Carl said to himself, "he has a figure that is suitable for disguised as a woman?" "What reason does he have to cover up?" Taphne asked. "We won't know until we ask the guests in the wing," Wenzel replied, "if anyone sees this 'long curly red hair' with August, if anyone can describe more specifically Given the woman's appearance, if anyone ever spoke to her? That would make things a lot easier." "Look at this check?" Carl handed the evidence bag to Wenzel, "Maybe things are not so troublesome." "Maybe it's still not easy?" Wenzel took the bag.