"I've said it so many times, I don't know anything......"

The janitor's voice was very impatient, and the huge rosacea nose was shiny, and this red was still spreading on his face, accompanied by an inexplicable anger, like a wronged child.

He sat on the wooden chair where he solved the crime, his body swayed back and forth, and the wooden chair let out an overwhelmed moan.

His voice was originally loud, and it gradually rose to the top as if it were roaring, but, for some reason, this angry roar suddenly lowered before it reached its highest point, and turned into a low murmur.

It's like a liar who has been exposed.

His eyes subconsciously wandered, avoiding the gaze of the man sitting opposite, the man's gaze was actually not so vicious, his eyes were very calm, calm as indifferent, I don't know why, being watched by that gaze, John couldn't help but think of the fishkiller next door, the guy looked at those live fish when he was killing fish in the market.

Cold, not angry.

"It was no different than usual, I was sleeping...... I admit that I shouldn't sleep at night, but an old man like me can't really do it if he wants to be as energetic as a young man!"

He swallowed, his throat moving, and then, pursing his parched lips.

"I really don't know Wade the Cripple...... The walls of this warehouse are not very high, just take a ladder and you can climb in, those guys are all powerful, if you want to sneak in, I have no way!"

After a pause, he looked aggrieved.

"I've said these things to the police many times......"

At this moment, the man sitting across from him raised his hand, which was so flat that it was face-level, and stopped him from continuing.

The man was dressed in black, a black suit, and a black tweed hat on his head, slightly tilted to the left, and the fingers of his raised hand were placed on the brim of the top hat, and he tidied it up slightly.

There is a pair of thick eyebrows under the top hat, the eye sockets are a little sunken, the eyes are not big or small, the bridge of the nose is not high or low, the overall look is very ordinary, it is difficult to impress, if you have a little face blindness, even if you have communicated with the other party face-to-face, after a period of time, let you recall his appearance, you will have a feeling of being at a loss, I don't know how to describe it.

However, at this moment, John had a strong impression of this guy.

Having lived for more than sixty years, even if he has always been cautious and does not dare to take risks, John has experienced many things, met some strange people, and can be regarded as well-informed, and time has not left him only mediocre and greasy.

He knows what the danger is.

He also feels it when danger comes.

Although this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man didn't speak, he just watched him quietly, and he didn't know why, he was so weak that he didn't dare to continue talking nonsense.

He always thought he was a fearless person.

A lonely old man, who has come to the end of his life, has no more hobbies other than the hobby of drinking a glass or two, and has stepped into the realm of death with one foot, so what is there to fear?

However, at this moment, under the gaze of the man in black, he was terrified and afraid.

Denzel didn't continue to put pressure on the janitor John, if he wanted to, just staring, and he could make John full of fantasies, confused between the unreal and the real, even the things hidden in the deepest part of his memory, he would pour them all out, without hiding the slightest.

This is his ability, if the other party is not guarded, even if it is an extraordinary person, he may be hit.

Of course, this ability is very chicken, as an extraordinary person, he will never be at his mercy, unless it has been controlled, otherwise, the time when he prepares, the other party will already have the means to counteract.

So, he has a nickname in the organization, the Interrogator.

Yes, this supernatural power is suitable for the interrogation room, as long as those guys can't resist, there is no way to escape his gaze, and in the case of being at the mercy of others, he can only be left to do whatever he wants.

Of course, an ordinary person like John, even if he is free, cannot escape the control of his abilities.

However, he did not do this, for the transcendental, the transcendent ability is actually a double-edged sword, hurting others and hurting himself, every time he uses it, it will more or less harm himself, and there is no need to use it when he can.

Denzel picked up the briefcase on the table and pulled out an A4 sheet of paper.

He pushed the paper in front of John, and he didn't speak, and John understood what he meant, so he lowered his head and looked at the paper, and then, with squinted eyes, looked at it earnestly.

It was a black-and-white sketch of a portrait of someone in charcoal.

The man in the painting is a young man, and if Ryan Charles were here, he would only have to look at it to know that the man in the painting is his acquaintance, his second cousin, James Bell, who wants to put him to death.

"That night, was that the man?"

Denzel's voice was very low and hoarse, like a piece of sandpaper stuck in his throat, and the voice changed after being sharpened by the sandpaper before it came out of his mouth, which made people very uncomfortable to listen to.

John understood what Denzel meant.

Months had passed since that day, but he had not forgotten the slightest.

This is the first time that someone has brought a portrait to him to confirm, and although the police officers have also questioned them before, they have not been able to ask the point.

Yes, he is very familiar with the lame Wade, the two are still fellow villagers, and his job as a janitor is still found for him by the lame Wade, although the salary is not high, however, there are not many things, and he can barely get by, plus, the lame Wade has to use this place from time to time to do some private things, he only needs to turn a blind eye and when he doesn't see it, he will get some extra income, and there is no problem at all to buy some cooked food and wine.

That day, his old acquaintance had an errand to greet him in advance.

However, that day, his old acquaintance and his fierce men all died inside, and he couldn't tell who the murderer was, but he also knew that it had something to do with the two young men who entered behind.

In the face of the police's questioning, he did not hide it, and said it in 1510.

He only had an impression of one of the two young men, because that person had close contact with him, and he gave him a louis, so he remembered what he looked like, and the other had been hiding in the dark and had never been in close contact, so he only knew that the other was a young man and what he looked like, but he didn't know anything.

He was taken to the scene of the murder, but the bodies of the two young men were not found.

Now, he saw the appearance of the young man, the young man he saw that night, he couldn't help blinking, the portrait could be described as lifelike, and he recognized it after looking closely for a while.

Those policemen were too stupid, and if he had come up with such a portrait, he would have identified it a long time ago.

All they know is to tell him to describe, there's a fart!

An alcoholic old man like him couldn't organize his own language at all.

"It's him, it's him!"

Fingers pressed against the face of the man in the painting, and John nodded vigorously.

"That night, it was him with another young man, this guy, I know him when he turns to ashes!"

The janitor John's voice was full of resentment.

After that incident, he lost his job as a janitor, was fired by the warehouse owner, and not only lost a good extra income, but also lost his meager salary income that could barely feed himself, thanks to some savings he had before, otherwise, he couldn't even afford to rent a single apartment, and at this time, he could only live on the streets and become a homeless man who could see God at any time.

is naturally full of resentment against this guy who caused him to end up like this.

"Oh!"

Once confirmed, Denzel nodded.

He retrieved a piece of sketch paper, put it back in his briefcase, and then, taking a few Louis from his wallet, placed them on the table, and then, ignoring the janitor John's thank-you greetings from Dade, turned away very neatly.

Since it is certain that James Bell showed up that night, it must be Ryan Charles who is traveling with him.

Denzel is not a police officer, but a private investigator, of course, he is only a superficial identity, in fact, he is Leo Leslie's subordinate, an organization called the Black Swan.

The family crest of the Swan Castle family is a proud white swan.

Leo Leslie named his secret organization Black Swan, and naturally had his ideas.

The Black Swan is a secret organization dominated by transcendents and assisted by ordinary people, fighting for Leo Leslie's desires and ambitions, and of course, they will inevitably gain benefits.

It was determined that James Bell was involved in the events of that night, but there was no body of him at the scene, and the tentatively missing guy was probably more than lucky, and his body must be found next.

To find the body, there is no doubt that you are looking for a needle in a haystack.

After all, Reims City is a huge city, and the warehouse is in the port area, next to the Sea of Stars, which is a very hidden secret place, and the corpse is thrown down, or it sinks to the bottom of the sea, or it doesn't know where it went with the waves, and it is an impossible task to change it to ordinary people to find it.

However, Denzel is no ordinary man.

He was a transcendent, a transcendent with his own professional abilities.

An hour later, he arrived at the door of the warehouse.

It's that warehouse, the warehouse where Ryan killed all of the Cripple Wade's gang.

Denzel silently took out a shirt from his briefcase, a crumpled shirt, which was coated with a lot of messy things like herbal juice, and when he took it out, Denzel struck a match, lit it and threw it on his shirt, and the next moment, with a bang, the clothes burned violently, as if those things that resembled herbal juice were flammable oil.

The smoke curled up, sloping to one side, though no wind blew to that side.