"Identity!"

"The identity of that Mr. Fledon!"

"Don't forget the abilities that come with this identity!"

Jason said this, and then didn't wait for Hall to speak again, and continued: "Hypothetic, let's assume first, that Mr. Fleighton's fire was really not an accident, but man-made, and he created all this in order to get revenge on that guy, but why did he choose to let us 'watch' all this?" ”

Hall was stunned for a moment, and then his brow furrowed.

"yes!"

"With Mr. Folleton's ability, if his miserable experience is really man-made, if he wants to punish the other party, he doesn't have to do it himself."

"With just a little bit of information, whether it's the mayor or our big guys, they'll be more than happy to help."

"Moreover, once these big shots make a move, this guy will only die even worse!"

As he spoke, Hale looked down at the charred corpse.

Perhaps burning at the stake is the most brutal punishment of death.

But, that's only for death.

And those big guys have too many ways to make this guy survive and not die.

You don't have to show too much, just one or two, it is enough to make the other party understand how unfortunate it is to live and how lucky it is to die.

Is such a death a gift to you?

Suddenly, Hall had such a thought in his heart.

But right away, Hall shook his head and threw the idea of not fitting his identity as a police detective out of his mind.

Jason saw Hale shaking his head, and he knew what Hale was thinking.

Because, he also thought of something similar.

And this also makes the things in front of you more and more contradictory.

If it was Folleton, why would the other party do such an 'inefficient' thing?

If it weren't for Fleyeton, who was the guy in front of him?

Doubts kept rising in Jason's heart.

It took a few seconds for him to suppress the doubts.

He looked at Detective Hall and proposed:

"There are so few clues now, and standing here, we can't find valuable information at all."

"Since the kidnapping that started in the first place happened at Folleton Manor."

"Well, then, let's go to Mr. Folleton's estate."

In the face of Jason's proposal, Detective Hall did not object.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

With that, Hale immediately turned around and walked towards the carriage.

As one of the important pieces of evidence, the charred corpse cannot be thrown here like this, it must be dealt with.

But it is not easy to take away a charred corpse, not only to ensure that the corpse is intact to the greatest extent, but also to ensure that the charred corpse will not scare others and cause panic.

Lorde had been messing around lately, and Hale didn't want to cause any more trouble for his chief.

"Is there a tarpaulin or something?"

Hall asked the driver.

"Yes, yes."

The coachman stammered, and pulled out the cloth from the other side of the toolbox.

Hall, who had taken the cloth, spread it on the side of the charred corpse, and then, after taking out the gloves from his pocket and putting them on, he motioned to the coachman.

If a person wants to lift a charred corpse, it is obviously difficult without destroying the corpse.

"Officer, I ......"

The driver waved his hand in panic and fear.

There was no doubt that the driver did not want to touch the charred corpse.

But under Hall's increasingly serious face and piercing gaze, the coachman, who was originally only a civilian, chose to give in.

He put on the gloves that Hall had handed him, walked across from Hall, and began to help the detectives carry the body.

Eventually, the tightly wrapped body was placed on the roof of the carriage and secured with ropes.

During the whole process, Jason stood to the side, silently watching the coachman.

He doesn't trust anyone.

Not to mention a stranger who 'carried' them through a homicide.

Moreover, the other party is still a servant of Fledon.

If all this is really done by Fledon, the possibility that the other party is an accomplice is extremely high.

Even if the other person behaves normally.

Because, there are so many ways to cause such 'normal'.

A few minutes later, the carriage started again.

Returning to the carriage, Hall asked in a low voice:

"How?"

As he asked, the detective pointed to the position behind him across the carriage where the driver was sitting.

Undoubtedly, the detective was also suspicious of the other party.

And the scene just now is naturally tempting.

"Not yet."

Jason shook his head slowly.

"If he is really a helper, he will definitely show flaws."

"And the people in Folleton Manor."

Obviously, this detective is not a person who gives up easily, he will not only lock down the coachman, but also carefully investigate everyone in Folleton Manor.

Jason had no objection to this.

That's what he wants to do.

Now that someone can help, it would be great.

Jason didn't say anything more for the rest of the journey, leaning back in his chair, the soft cushions supporting his waist so that he could listen to Detective Hall in a more comfortable position.

Naturally, this time the story is all about Fleyeton.

Through this narration, Jason clearly understood the status of this wealthy man in Lord City.

Maybe the other party didn't hold any official position in Lord City, but any official needs to be polite when he sees this rich man, even the mayor.

Moreover, the other party also has close contacts with certain gang members.

Black & White!

Jason couldn't help but think of the word.

Soon, when the carriage turned into the manor's auxiliary road, Jason got to know the rich man again.

The cobblestone road glows softly in the afternoon sun, and the trees on both sides change from shrubs and miscellaneous forests to tall pines and cypresses.

At the end of the road, a three-meter-high courtyard wall blocked people's peeps, and the sharp iron gate was dark and sharp, and when the carriage approached, several servants opened the gate, and a fountain in the shape of a water bottle immediately came into view, and the water jets spewed out and fell on the water below, ticking and ticking.

The carriage went around the fountain, and a garden corridor supported by six marble columns appeared, and the carriage stopped at the doorway of the corridor.

The driver opened the door, took off his hat, and bowed slightly.

"Two officers, we're here."

The other party said this.

Hall jumped out of the carriage first, scanning his surroundings warily, Jason following close behind.

A middle-aged man in a butler's uniform and white gloves was standing straight at the door, waiting quietly, and when both of them got off the carriage, the butler walked over quickly.

Although the pace is fast, there is a sense of orderliness, just like the words of the other party.

"Your Excellency, we've been waiting for a long time."

After speaking, the other party showed a smile full of politeness, but with estrangement.

Compared to the coachman, this housekeeper is much more natural, obviously from an extraordinary background, should be a professional housekeeper, or some upper-class person.

Then, the other party continued:

"Come with me, both of you."

"I made people lock off the master's room, and everything didn't move......"

As the butler spoke, he was about to turn around and lead the way, but at this moment, the other party's words stopped abruptly, and the calmness on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only horror.

The other party stood there stiffly, staring at Jason and Hale with wide eyes, and his mouth couldn't help but open wide.

Crunchy!

A chewing sound sounded behind the two of them.