"Why? Someone might bid more than Mr. Will. This is a historic estate. Unconvinced, Robert questioned Eric's conclusions.

"What if Mr. Lodge had no intention of selling the manor at all, or if Mr. Will could let Mr. Lodge get through the present difficulties without losing ownership of the manor?" asked Eric.

"Evidence?" Chiko frowned in bewilderment.

"First, if you are Mr. Will, are you crying poor, or do you receive your biggest creditor in the form of a guest of honor, and use a high-imitation Chinese porcelain cup as a tea set for entertaining. Is Mr. Lodge afraid that Mr. Will will not know that he is still a nobleman?" Eric gestured with open arms to the room in front of him, which, as Robert had said, was the best room in the manor.

"Perhaps—Mr. Lodge received Mr. Will in a grand manner in the hope that he would make himself pay less. Robert also found this suspicion, but his reason can also be explained.

"So, looking at the second point, we know that Mr. Lodge's bank loan is approaching its deadline. If he doesn't repay the loan, the estate will be seized. If he is looking for other manor sellers, as a normal person, shouldn't he clean up a little so that the manor can be sold at a better price? But—" Eric pointed to the ruined landscape outside the manor, and it was clear that Mr. Lodge had no intention of doing so.

"The most direct evidence is that you have seen the public announcement of the mortgage or sale of this estate? Even if it is a mortgage between private individuals, the value of this estate is not something that ordinary rich people can afford, and you can look at the recent correspondence of Mr. Lodge, except for the bank that keeps collecting money, no one else has this ability. Eric continued.

"But Mr. Will is not capable of doing so. The estate is worth at least hundreds of millions. Chiko asked Eric suspiciously.

Eric smiled slightly: "Because it wasn't this manor that was mortgaged to Mr. Will at all." ”

"What's that? What else does Mr. Lodge have but this manor? Could it be himself—but a middle-aged sick gambler is worth 10 million?" Robert frowned and shook his head incredulously.

"Now let's go back to the beginning. Eric brings the conversation back to the first "stepping stone", "Who is Mr. Will?"

"I said, he's—" Robert repeated impatiently.

"What do you mean, Greenwind New Energy Investment Company is Mr. Will's fake identity. In fact, his real identity is not that of a loan shark?" Chiko interrupted Robert's retelling.

"What! How is this possible, here's a stack of documents — company registration information, financial statements, accident insurance, tax records — that prove that he's a blood-sucking loan shark. Robert loudly denied it.

Eric looked at Chiko with a smirk: "I think our Miss Agent has a deep feeling about this. You might as well ask her for advice. "In the last incident, it was because of Felix's meticulous file that he almost made Chiko a big heel.

Qianzipi avoided the question with a smile: "Even if what you say is true, are there any other doubts?"

"First, you've come to this manor in search of something, not for Mr. Will's murder. But why did the National Investigation Bureau leave such an important crime scene alone and let us come and go, and only interested in Mr. Will's body? The police forensic doctor has taken over Will's autopsy, but the National Investigation Bureau has to take over the body. Eric raised the first suspicion.

"Second, as you said, this stack of documents can be a strong proof of identity for Mr. Will. But it was one of these pieces of information that betrayed him. Eric pulled out a table full of numbers.

"Financial records?" Robert asked, looking at the lines and lines, puzzled, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

Eric rolled his eyes and slapped the financial record on Robert's face: "The first amount that Mr. Will lent to Mr. Rocky was 2 years ago, and the amount reached 1 million, but according to bank records, Mr. Lodge had already lived a life of tearing down the east wall and making up the west wall three years ago. As a newly established private money lending company, how could it be possible to lend Lodge such a high amount at once, and did they not first examine the debtor's financial situation before lending? Even if Mr. Will coveted Mr. Lodge's estate from the very beginning, with the purpose of forcing Mr. Lodge to mortgage the estate through usury, it was impossible for him not to know that the estate had long been used by Mr. Lodge as collateral for bank loans. Moreover, the manor is valued at hundreds of millions, even if Mr. Lodge finally can't repay the bank loan, the bank will eventually auction or buy the manor, but the proceeds are not only enough to pay off all debts, but Mr. Lodge can also have a large amount of money left. ”

Robert suddenly realized, "You mean, Mr. Will lent Mr. Rocky, not for money?"

Chiko snatched the financial record and scrutinized each line of data. Sure enough, although Mr. Will's Green Wind New Energy Investment Company is in the name of new energy development, it actually only symbolically funded the research of several unknown research institutes, and the amount was only tens of thousands. In addition, although there are many borrowers in the financial records, the maximum amount is only 100,000, but Mr. Lodge is unusually generous to the debt-ridden Mr. Lodge. This is in no way like what a normal money lender would do.

"Who the hell is he!Don't sell it!" Robert, who was stunned by the string of numbers, ran out of patience.

In fact, the answer is already coming out at this time. Under Eric's guidance, Chiko has come to see Mr. Will for what he really is: a strange loan shark who lends large sums of money to a debt-ridden, financially insolvent but gambling manor owner, whose only possession, a manor that hides objects of great influence on country M, has long been mortgaged to the bank. In addition, the National Investigation Bureau is particularly "concerned" about the corpse of this loan shark, and all these relationships point the finger at Mr. Weir's other identity.

"He's a spy for the National Investigation Agency. Chiko whispered.

"Spy?" Robert's eyes widened in surprise.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and George walked in with three agents from the National Investigation Bureau: "Maybe I shouldn't have let you in in the first place. ”

When Robert saw this posture, he immediately became alert, "Are you eavesdropping on us?"

George did not deny or hide it, and said lightly: "Work needs." ”

Instead, it was Eric, who smiled in a mocking tone, "Welcome again, Mr. Mouse." ”

"What?" said Robert, pointing at George in surprise, "and that's what you just said about catching mice?"

Eric smiled but didn't say anything. Robert immediately understood Eric's sarcasm, and pretended to be angry and accused: "Your literary skills are really poor. Is this a mouse? It's a nasty cockroach. Only cockroaches are pervasive. When Chiko heard this, she couldn't help but laugh.

Aside from his own boss, George had never been so offended since he became captain. He blushed and said, "I'm done with my mouth, now please go and rest somewhere else." ”

"What do you want to do, put us under house arrest?" Chiko noticed that the three agents behind George had reached for their waists.

George smiled coldly: "I'm taking care of you, and reasoning is very laborious." So you need to rest. ”

"Really, only cockroaches with water in their brains find it difficult to reason. Eric sneered.

Hearing Eric arrogantly pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, George's right cheek twitched gloomily: "Do you need me to teach you what respect is and what obedience is?"

Chiko stepped forward and blocked Eric behind him: "You don't have the right to do this, don't forget that this is also our CIA case." Chiko took out her phone and prepared to notify the CIA agents on the outskirts of the manor, but no matter how she dialed the number, she couldn't get through.

George smirked: "Don't bother, maybe your companion knows better than you what a combination of work and rest is." ”

At this time, Robert, who couldn't help it, took out his gun angrily and scolded: "You cockroach born in the dung pit, this is Solomon, not only do you have a gun, but it is not your turn to shout five or six here!"

The three agents behind George also pulled out their guns and pointed them at the same time, and the room was suddenly filled with the smell of imminent *. But George calmly turned his back to the three agents and made a "stop" gesture, and he said nonchalantly: "This is indeed Solomon, but Solomon is also the territory of country K, even if you are a sheriff, you must also know how to obey." ”

Robert sneered: "The police station's regulations don't say that we have to obey the cockroaches in the manure pit. ”

George stopped talking, a contemptuous smile on his lips, as if everything was under his control. Just as the six people in the room were locked in a stalemate, Robert's phone rang. Robert took out his mobile phone and saw that it was the landline number of the General Police Station, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"I think your chief sheriff must have something to talk to you about. George gloated.

Robert naturally knows what is going on, and the current chief sheriff is a well-known "butter soap", slippery, and best at finding the right and left, and no one can be offended. Robert gritted his teeth and put the phone back in his pocket, he continued to point the gun at George, and said in a rogue tone, "Sorry, I didn't hear any calls at all." ”

"Are you disobedient?" George narrowed, his gaze becoming more ferocious.

Not to be outdone, Robert turned his head and deliberately asked Eric and Chiko in a loud voice, "Did you hear any calls?"

Eric and Chiko shook their heads in unison and said, "Of course not. ”

Robert laughed: "You see, both a CIA agent and a CIA adviser can testify that there is no call from the General Administration today. I suggest you see an ear doctor, but I just don't know if our veterinarian here can treat cockroach auditory hallucinations. When Chiko heard Robert's analogy, she couldn't help but laugh again.

Just as George was about to have a seizure, he seemed to have received some news. George pressed the headset and listened carefully, his brow gradually stretching into a look of overjoy. He turned his back and muttered a few words. When he turned around again, his face was already a villain.

George clapped his palms and said, "Since you like murder scenes so much, please stay here." With that, he and the three agents turned and walked out of the room.

"I swear I'll trample a cockroach to death when I see one in the future. Robert cursed indignantly.

Qianzi asked worriedly, "They just let us go, are they ......?"

"Don't worry. And they didn't let us go. Eric walked over to the window and pushed it open, "You see, George is ready. ”

Chiko saw that there were already three heavily armed agents of the National Investigation Bureau standing in the flower garden outside the window. Robert tugged the doorknob, but couldn't open it.

"We are still under house arrest. Eric laughed.

"Do they really think I'm a vegetarian?" Robert snarled over the intercom, "Morse, I want you to bring a few SWAT officers to the crime room." ”

"What's wrong, has something happened, chief. "The other end of the intercom looked very uneasy.

"Damn, I'm under house arrest. Robert was furious, "I'm a sheriff of Solomon, and I'm under house arrest by a cockroach in a dung pit. Also, tell the brothers, move your muscles, and I'm going to do a big job later!"

"But, but......" The voice on the other end of the intercom became even more cramped.

"But what?" roberted impatiently,

"We received an order from the General Administration to stop all operations and cooperate with the National Investigation Bureau. ”