Chapter 11 Assistance in Investigations

The light in the corridor is a night lamp, although it is a little dim, but it does not affect the eyesight of Sean and Merkel at all; Sean walked in front of him, and said to Merkel who was following him: "It is not yet possible to prove that this Carter # Hawking is the murderer, only that he is the owner of the gun, so we can't arrest him yet." ”。

"I know that. "But he has an obligation to assist in the investigation," Merkel said. ”。

"That's right. Sean touched the pistol on his waist, he was always used to having a qiē ready before something happened.

When you get to the fifth floor, the layout is the same as the other floors, and after going up the stairs, there is a large horizontal corridor, and the corridors on both sides are doors, and inside are the houses.

Looking at the door number, the two found the destination of their trip, which is a heavy solid wood door, the style is slightly old, there is a doorbell in the upper left corner of the door mirror, Sean reached out and pressed it, and found that there was no movement, it may be broken, so he decided to knock on the door directly "Dang Dang Dang!"

"Dangdang Dang!" After the first three strokes, there was no sound inside, so Sean knocked three more times.

At this time, a man's voice came from the door. "Who?" Then the person in the door probably looked at his watch and noticed that it was still early, and it wasn't even dawn, so there was another curse of "Damn!".

Sean and Merkel looked at each other and said, "We're policemen, please open the door, sir!"

"F!" cursed again, and said angrily, "Wait a minute, I don't want to meet people with my bare ass!"

Sean grinned, chuckled inwardly, and waited a little longer for the door to open a crack from the inside, but the chain latch on it hadn't fully opened.

A man's round head emerged from the gap, but his eyes were serious triangular eyes, and at this moment he was staring at those triangular eyes, looking at the two policemen in front of the door.

"Let me see your badges!" said the man inside the door.

The two Sean recognized him, and this person was the man in the profile photo, Carter #Hawking.

He pulled his coat slightly to the side, revealing the police badge on his waist, and when Hawking saw it, he reluctantly opened the door completely, and did not let the two of them in, so he stood at the door like that, and said, "What are you looking for me?"

Sean said, "Do you have a Colt Python revolver?" ”。

"Yes!" Hawking said helplessly, "but I lost it a month ago, what happened?"

"Where?" Sean ignored the question.

Hawking rolled his triangular eyes, thought about it for a moment, and said, "I don't know, maybe it's at home!

"You've got to tell the truth!" said Sean, "haven't you been home tonight without skipping words......

"Of course I'm at home!, and there's no need to lie to you!" Hawking said, looking a little angry.

Sean crossed his waist, raised his head slightly, and looked down at each other, this Hawking is 1.77 meters, seven or eight, and from the perspective of height, he does not agree with his previous judgment.

"Who can prove that you didn't go out all night?" said Sean.

"Are you interrogating, don't skip words. Hawking said, "If you don't arrest me, I'm going back to sleep!"

After Hawking finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and wanted to close the door, but Sean reached out to hold the door and said: "You should know that we have the right to take you back to the police station for twenty-four hours, but we don't want to do this, as long as you answer my questions truthfully, and we will leave immediately after asking, of course, it is better if you choose to go back with us!"

Horn glared at Sean, weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and said, "Then come in!".

After Sean and the two entered the house, there was first a living room, about fourteen or five square meters, a set of cotton modular sofas placed in the ground, and opposite was an LCD TV that had just become popular. There is also an old-fashioned table clock in the corner, which is very out of tune, and the pendulum inside makes a "click" sound.

At this moment, from the left porch, a woman about thirty-five years old, wearing a set of cotton pajamas, first looked at Sean and the two, then turned her head to Hawking, and said, "What's the matter? What are the police looking for you?"

"It's nothing!" Hawking said, "They asked me to help with the investigation, how about you go back to your room first?"

"Okay!" the woman looked at Sean and the others again, puzzled, before turning and entering the porch.

"Please be seated!" Hawking said.

Sean and Merkel sat on the couches on either side.

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Sean said.

"You should see, I've been with my girlfriend all night. Hawking also sat on the couch.

"Ding!"

The primary polygraph function is activated, and the frequency changes in the subject's facial muscles are 87% likely to be true.

Sean nodded and said, "Think about it, how did you lose your gun, what do you remember?".

"!" Hawking grumbled, "I really don't remember anything,...... Wait, I saw it about a month ago, because I have a hobby of shooting, but I remember that after shooting that day, I brought the gun back! As he spoke, he pointed to the clock in the corner.

"Elementary Site Survey Started!".

Sean stood up, made his way to the clock, reached out and opened one of the drawers at the base, and found that there was only a box of bullets inside, nothing else.

Or upgrade quickly, Sean flashed such a thought in his heart, because he knew that after this thing was upgraded to a certain level, it could even be as detailed as querying things at the level of fine dust fibers, and at that time, he would really be the world's number one detective.

Now, although the "primary scene investigation technique" has not found anything, even if Sean does not use the "black detective system", his own detective ability is very good. He noticed some of the information leaking out of Hawking's words.

"Shooting club?" Sean asked, sitting back on the couch, "Is there a man there, between 1.70 meters and 175 meters, who has excellent marksmanship and has served in the military." ”

After hearing this, Hawking's triangular eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "You've been there too? That's our coach!"

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