"Have you seen this man?" Wells asked, pulling out a picture of Jerome and the dead insurance manager.

The proprietress only glanced at the two photos casually and replied, "I haven't seen it...."

"How is that possible? This is the insurance manager who handled your son's death compensation. Qin Lin noticed that there was something wrong with the other party's reaction just now.

At this time, the proprietress changed her face and took back her wine glass: "You are from the insurance company? You are not welcome here!

Qin Lin took out the consultant ID of the police station and hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, I also represent the police!

The proprietress looked angry: "Help? Hehe! What do you help? That damn insurance company underpaid me half of the insurance money through legal means! And the family of the little bastard who killed my son received full compensation! We people at the bottom don't have the money to hire a good lawyer, and that's what happened..."

The more the woman talked, the more excited she became, and even began to scold, there was no way to communicate well anymore. The two had no choice but to leave.

"Mr. Qin, do you think these things are related? But it was a coincidence that two young men died in a traffic accident, and Jerome killed people on the same street as Walker's bar..." Wells said suspiciously.

Qin Lin had a bit of a headache, and he needed a point to connect these things together. But Jerome's insistence was never cooperative.

In the office the next day, Qin Lin sat on a chair and swallowed the clouds, still thinking about the problem of this case, and Hugo was also discussing it with him.

This made Qin Lin very pleased, this Hugo is young, but he can be a hacker to investigate intelligence, and he can help him deduce the case at a critical moment, which is much more reliable than the gang at the police station.

Wells, on the other hand, used his mobile phone app to listen to the radio broadcast.

Du Xuan, who had just finished some experimental work, walked back to his office and was attracted by the content of the broadcast: "I recognize this voice! Is this a live interview with crime novelist Kozmo Kirk? Great!"

"So you like it too? This is the first interview in two years!" Wells looked at Du Xuan happily, and the two chatted while listening to the radio.

"His "Double-Faced Bandits" is so classic, I'm afraid it will be difficult to surpass it in the future..."

"I can't say that! "Fire Star" is a work after that, and I don't think it's worse than the previous one!"

The two were like having found a confidant, sitting at their phones like fans, listening to the great writer Kozmo Kirk:

"It's so boring in today's society, and I really hope to meet really powerful criminals, and it also gives me the inspiration to write!"

As soon as this remark came out, the messages on the radio channel began to increase, and this kind of radical remarks were the easiest to attract everyone's attention.

The host would not let go of this opportunity to increase traffic at that time, and immediately asked: "Mr. Kirk, you can't talk nonsense about this! criminals can kill..."

"Hmph, I'm afraid they don't have that ability, just come!"

"I'll go, I'm so domineering!" Du Xuan looked happy, like a star chaser.

At this time, Qin Lin, who was annoyed by the case, slapped the table: "Can't you turn down the voice of the broadcast? We're analyzing the case! There's something wrong with this writer, right? Actually let the criminals go to him?"

Wells and Du Xuan blushed and decided to go to the lab to listen.

Hugo smiled and began to look through the information of the insurance company, hoping to find out the clue.

"Have you noticed anything strange?" Qin Lin's attention did not shift.

"You've analyzed it before, if you want to help someone take the blame, that person should be extremely important to Jerome! But his wife is not suspicious, his son is also dead, and his relatives are in other cities, and I am a little confused..."

Just after Qin Lin sighed, Hugo said: "If there is anything strange, that is, the two people who died in this car accident half a year ago look a bit alike..."

After thinking about it for more than ten seconds, he suddenly stood up! Hugo was startled: "Sir, this definitely has nothing to do with the case, I'm just telling the truth..."

"Hahaha! This is the key point! Why didn't I think of it before?! You are amazing! Hugo!" Qin Lin patted him on the shoulder, and then went to chase Wells.

"Go to Hawk Street, don't you just ask some more questions? Don't worry, let me finish this interview, if not, you and Miss Qiyu can go..."Wells looked reluctant.

Qin Lin looked at him with the whites of his eyes: "Qiyu went shopping! And I already know who the murderer is! Let's go now!"

Wells was surprised: "Really?!"

Qin Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and walked in the direction of the parking lot.

"If there's any news that he's going to publish a new book, remember to tell me!" Wells didn't forget to tell Du Xuan before leaving.

.........

The two drove to Hawk Street again, and although the bar was not yet open, the proprietress lived upstairs from the bar, and it was easy to find.

"You again?" If Wells hadn't applied for a search warrant, the proprietress wouldn't have let them in.

Qin Lin didn't even sit down, and said straight to the point: "Personal information shows that you have never been married, may I ask who is the father of your son Durlu Walker?"

Wells had already listened to Qin Lin's reasoning on the way over just now, and he didn't talk much, but sat aside and stared at the proprietress instead.

"What does it have to do with you, this is my privacy...", the question visibly upset her.

"Good.... Let me tell you for you, Durru Walker's father is Jerome who came to the police station to turn himself in! You must hate him very much, right?" Qin Lin saw that the other party did not cooperate, so he didn't go around the corner.

The proprietress obviously didn't expect the guy in front of her to know this secret, and she was a little at a loss.

Twenty-three years ago, I was pregnant with little Walker, but not only did he not marry me, but he ran away with a rich girl!

"That rich woman is the current Mrs. Jerome, right?" Qin Lin paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

This means that the car accident half a year ago caused Jerome to lose two of his biological flesh and blood in an instant, and God is really good at joking.

Perhaps, this is the punishment for abandoning his wife and children.

"It's all our sin, it's God's punishment.," the proprietress sat down on the ground, looking at the picture of her son Duru Walker, and tears welled up in her eyes.