Chapter 15 fourth scene

In Sam's office in the police headquarters, a tall man with a big horse was sitting. He looked anxious, flipped through magazines, cut his nails, chewed a cigar, and stared out at the monotonous and dark sky in a daze—— He jumped up when the door opened. Sam's ugly face was now as dark as the weather outside.He strode in, threw his hat and coat on the coat rack, and sat down heavily on the swivel chair behind his desk, complaining nonstop, without looking at the big dog that followed him. tall man. Sam opened the letter, gave a few instructions on the intercom, and dictated two replies. All these actions were over. It was like a special gift. With his stern eyes, he looked at the bewildered person in front of him. big guy.

"Moxiu, do you want to defend yourself? Before the sun goes down today, you may still have a lot of work to do." Mo Xiu stammered: "I—I can explain everything, boss, I am—I am—" "Fart off, Moxiu, figure it out, you are speaking now to keep your position." Mo Xiu swallowed his breath and said, "Yesterday I stared at DeWitt all day, just as you ordered, and I didn't dare to leave the stock exchange club for the whole night. I saw DeWitt leaving at 10:10 Get out, get into a taxi, ask the driver to drive to the ferry terminal, I follow in a taxi, and continue to follow. When the car turned from Eighth Avenue into Forty-second Street, it was almost immobile in a pile of traffic, but Then my car collided with someone else's car again, and the drivers on both sides got down and quarreled. I jumped into another taxi and chased it all the way down Forty-second Street, but I didn't see DeWitt. The taxi. I knew he was going to the ferry terminal, so we continued on 42nd street, and when we got to the terminal, the deadly boat had just left, and it was two minutes before the next one, and then I crossed the river When I arrived at Weehawken, I searched the waiting room of West Coast Station, but I didn't see DeWitt. I looked at the timetable and found out that there was just one train to West Gerwood, and there would be another train after 12 midnight. Ben, I'm wondering what the fuck I'm going to do next, and I'm pretty sure DeWitt's going to go on that train to West Cove, so I hop on a bus and go to West Cove ..."

"Too bad luck, isn't it?" Sam calmed down, and the aggressiveness disappeared, "Go on, Moxiu." Moxiu took a deep breath, and then relaxed: "The bus overtook that train, and I was waiting at the station for that tram to come in, but the damn thing is, DeWitt wasn't on that train, I I don't know what to do at all - I was thinking that maybe I misread the passenger when he got out of the car, or maybe I was dumped by them when the taxi hit me, so I called back The General Administration was about to report to you, but Ginger downstairs said that you were out to handle the case, and asked me to stay where I was and see if there was any further situation, so I ran to DeWitt's residence again and waited outside his house. DeWitt has been Didn't get home until long after midnight - around 3 a.m., by taxi, and then he was followed by Greenberg and O'Harlan, who told me there had been another murder at the ferry terminal, And what happened after the murder."

"Okay, go to work, you are going to replace Greenberg and O'Haran now." After Moxiu left in a hurry, Bruno walked into Sam's office with a sad expression on his face. Bruno slumped on a hard chair: "Uh, what happened after last night?" "Just before you left, Reynolds from Hudson brought a bunch of people to the scene, and I left the waiting room with them to find Wood's place, shit, nothing, Bruno, a standard pile of garbage, Instead, I found more personal information about him. Have you approached Flickr?" "I met him this morning, and Flickr said there was no problem. The handwriting of the anonymous letter is exactly the same as that written by other Wood. There is no doubt that the letter was written by Wood."

"Also, these samples from Wood's house are all exactly the same in my opinion. I'll give you these first—you can hand them over to Flickr for further identification. All of this is thanks to our Mr. Wren—Mom One of my old fools!" Sam tossed a large envelope onto the table next to Bruno, and Bruno folded it and put it in his pocket. "We also found—" Sam returned to the original topic, "a bottle of ink and some stationery." "After the handwriting is revealed, these are not important now," Bruno said weakly, "I also asked them to identify the ink and paper, and the results were all consistent."

"Not bad," Sam pressed a stack of documents with his index finger, shuffling them like cards, "here's a report from this morning, for example, here's a report on Collins, we want to see his reaction, so My people deliberately told him that we knew he had been sneaking up to DeWitt since last Saturday. Collins was still pissed off. But he also admitted to looking for DeWitt, and he also admitted that he was looking for the old boy because DeWitt was held accountable for Lonstra’s misinformation, which Collins said was totally ignored — and I honestly don’t think DeWitt did anything wrong with that old boy.”

"Your thoughts about DeWitt seem to have changed a bit this morning?" Bruno sighed. "Nonsense! Nothing has changed! It's just a matter of fact." Sam grinned, "Also, one of my subordinates found out that since last Saturday, DeWitt took Wood's car twice, and the guy who stared at him was named Mo Xiu—he was also in charge of following DeWitt last night, but damn Moxiu, the taxi he took had a small car accident, and he just lost DeWitt alive." "It's a very interesting discovery, but it's a pity. If this man named Moxiu could keep an eye on DeWitt last night, everything might be different now. Moxiu might just have witnessed the murder."

"Right now, the report I'm most interested in is that from the incident last Saturday to the present, DeWitt took Wood's bus twice." Sam was still full of air, "Have you ever thought about it? How did Wood know Who killed Longstreet? He obviously didn't know anything the night of the murder, otherwise he would have revealed something. Bruno, all in all, these two hitchhiking clues are very, very important!" "You mean," Bruno pondered, "Wood may have noticed something by accident... By the way! Moxiu found out that DeWitt was in Wood's car, was he with anyone?"

"Not so lucky, he's alone." "Then DeWitt might accidentally show a fox tail and get caught by Wood. Sam, I think this line is worth pursuing," But Bruno's expression turned cold all of a sudden: "If he wasn't afraid of being like this when he wrote the letter... Well, anyway, the matter has come to this point, and it's useless to scream, what else?" "That's all. What about Lonstra's office? Anything new?" "No, but I found something very interesting because of it," Bruno replied. "You know, Sam, there's no sign of Lonstra making a will at all."

"But I do remember Chorie Brown saying—" "Looks like it's Lone Strayer's usual trick. We searched his office, his house, his nice little suite, his bank safe, his club cupboard and every possible place. Nothing you would think of. Will stuff. Longstreet's lawyer, the litigant Negre, says Longstreet never commissioned him to make a will, that's all." "Just coaxing our dear Miss Qiao Li, eh? Like coaxing the string of women in front of him. Does he have any relatives?" "There is no sign of any relatives or family members. I said, old Sam, it must be very interesting to rule on the succession of Lonstree's mirage, nihilistic inheritance."

Bruno made a grimace: "He didn't keep a dime, the debt is a butt, his only asset is the shares of DeWitt-Lonstra Securities, of course, if DeWitt is willing to eat Longstreet's Equity, then there will be some real..." "Come in, doctor." Dr. Schelling, still wearing the cloth hat—everyone assumed he was bald, but no one had ever seen him—walked into Sam's office, his bloodshot eyes hidden behind round glasses. Behind him, he looked even more dazed, with an unhygienic ivory toothpick stuck between his teeth. "Good morning, both of you, should you say, ah, Dr. Schelling, you worked hard all night last night? No, you never would." He sighed self-pity, and sat down on the other side. On a hard chair, "I struggled for more than four hours in that fun Hudson morgue, and I didn't dare to step out." "Is the inspection report ready?" Dr. Schelling took a long newspaper from his breast pocket, threw it on Sam's desk, threw his head back in the chair, and fell asleep at once.His sweet contented face relaxed and looked doubly fat.His mouth was wide open, the toothpick was still dangling between his teeth, and then, without any warning, the snoring suddenly sounded like thunder. Both Sam and Bruno eagerly read the neatly written autopsy report. "Nothing," Sam muttered, "a bunch of old meaningless words, hey, Doctor!" Sam roared, and Dr. Schelling tried to open his little round eyes. Go home and sleep and I will figure out how to stop any murders within 24 hours." Dr. Xie Lin struggled to stand up: "Oh, well, we must do what we say." As he wobbled towards the door, he stopped suddenly, and the door swung open against his fat face, and Ryan stood at the door Face him with a smile.Dr. Xie Lin didn't come back stupidly, and then kept apologizing, and moved out of the way.Wren walked into the room, and Dr. Schelling went out, yawning all the way home. Sam and Bruno got up, and Bruno smiled sincerely: "Welcome, Mr. Wren, it's a pleasure to see you again. I thought you disappeared into a puff of smoke last night. Where did you disappear to?" Ryan sat on the chair, his plum tree stick nervously placed between his knees: "You must take an actor's dramatic behavior for granted, Mr. Bruno, the effective stage technique to attract the audience is first of all to learn the dramatic exit But to your disappointment, my disappearance does not have any mysterious meaning at all. It really needs to be seen. Go to the shelter... Oh, Inspector, how are you doing on this gray day?" "So-so," replied Sam without much interest. "You're an early riser for an old actor, aren't you? I thought you were acting—oh, sorry, Mr. Wren—I thought actors were I slept until noon and didn’t get up.” "Not really, Inspector," Ryan's clear and bright eyes flickered, "since people stopped looking for the Holy Grail, the industry I'm in is the most vibrant one on earth. This morning, at half past six, I Wake up, do a habitual two-mile swim before breakfast, and then sit at the breakfast table to satisfy my heightened appetite; then, I try on a new wig made by Quasi, which was completed yesterday, Quasi thinks It is a proud work; then I contacted my director Koro Potkin and my stage designer Fritz, and then enjoyed the large number of letters I received; finally, I entered the era of Shakespeare and wandered in the In those magical and glorious ancient days—how about I come here at 10:30 now? On such an ordinary day, you think this is a very beautiful day, right?” "Of course," Sam replied, trying his best to match Ryan's joy, "but you retired people will never have a lot of troubles like those of us who are under work pressure, for example—who Kill Wood? Mr. Wren, I will not ask you any more about the mysterious murderer named X—you already know exactly who murdered Lonstra." "Inspector Sam!" Wren's voice was still soft. "Are you forcing me to quote Brutus?" Until that moment comes, my noble friend, please ponder my words.'” Sam looked at Bruno, and Bruno looked at Sam. They both laughed together, and the office was filled with a happy atmosphere. Sam picked up Dr. Schelling's report and handed it to Wren without comment.Ren held the report high in front of his eyes and studied it carefully without distraction.It is a concise report, meticulously written in rich German script.Occasionally, Ryan closed his eyes to concentrate. The report stated that Wood was unconscious when he fell into the water, but he did not die. The reason for his coma was a severe blow to the head, but his skull was not broken.This inference of falling into a coma, Dr. Schelling writes, is evidenced by the small amount of water accumulated in Wood's abdomen, which also shows that the deceased was still alive for a very short period of time after falling into the water.The report concluded that it was reasonable to infer that Wood had been struck in the head with a blunt instrument, lost consciousness, was thrown from a boat into the water, and died as a result of repeated impacts between the Mohawk's hull and a pier stake. The report continued that there were signs of nicotine in the abdomen of the deceased, but the condition was mild, indicating that he had seriously reduced his smoking during his lifetime; the scar on his left leg had been at least twenty years old, judging from the twisted and ugly scar after healing. The healer was obviously not a professional medical professional; the blood sugar concentration was high, but not enough to constitute diabetes; there were obvious signs of alcoholism, and the deceased might have had the habit of drinking dilute spirits; judging from the physical condition, the deceased was a stout middle-aged man , red hair, distorted fingers, and uneven nails, indicating that he was or was a manual laborer; there were signs of a fracture in the right wrist, but it had healed long ago; there was a small black and blue birthmark on the left arm; there was also an appendicitis operation two years ago Scars; broken ribs too, judged to be about eleven years ago, also healed; weighs two hundred and twenty pounds, and stands six and a half feet. Ren finished reading the report and handed it back to Sam with a smile. "Mr. Wren, have you seen anything tricky?" Bruno asked. "Dr. Schelling is a very rigorous person," Ryan replied, "This is a very complete report. It is really extraordinary that such a severely damaged body can be examined so carefully. Until this morning What do you two think of DeWitt's involvement so far?" "Are you so interested in this man?" Sam asked him a little hesitantly. "Very, very interested, Inspector." "Yesterday, we," Bruno said quickly, as if he was responsible for answering Ryan's questions, "sent someone to watch him all day." "Mr. Bruno, you don't intend to hide anything from me, do you?" Ryan said softly, standing up and straightening his shawl, "but I believe you won't do that...Mr. Inspector, thank you for giving me that A clear picture of Lonstree, which will most likely be of great use until the curtain is drawn." "Oh, that's a trifle, and you're welcome," replied Sam, in a suddenly friendly tone, "I say, Mr. Wren, and Bruno and I both think DeWitt is the most suspect, frankly." "Really?" Ren's gray-green eyes moved from Sam to Bruno, and then the whole thing became blurred, and he held his stick tighter, "I won't disturb your work anymore, today I personally There is still a full itinerary.” He strode towards the door with big strides, and turned around again at the door: "Please allow me to solemnly advise you, no matter what, don't take definite actions against DeWitt at this stage, we are facing the most difficult moment, Two, I said 'we'." Ren bowed deeply, "Really, please believe me." The two waved to Ryan ceremonially, and Ryan closed the door gently and left.