The intense light of the fire quickly attracted the attention of the local police, and in less than ten minutes, a large number of officers had already arrived at the scene.

A fire caused by such a violent explosion would probably have caused serious damage to an entire row of homes, but in fact, in less than ten minutes, the violent flames were magically extinguished.

So when the police arrived at the scene, all they saw were smoky residential buildings and messy streets.

"There is no trace of Char. ”

Roddy shook his head, his expression solemn, this would definitely not be an accident.

It's hard to imagine that Char would have survived such a violent explosion, but the extraordinary object, this pocket watch, may be able to play a role.

At least he really didn't see Char's body, which couldn't help but make Roddy and Isad fall into deep thought.

Char had already intended to tell the truth about the suicide case at first, but after reading the documents of the serial murder case, he showed great fear that it was because the clues connected between the two made him realize a certain truth?

In this case, why was it only Charr who was attacked, because the murderer thought that even if he pursued it, it would not involve the 'truth' that Charr knew?

What the hell did Char find out in the first place?

"Hey, you two!"

A plump and pot-bellied police officer saw the only two people at the scene of the crime, and shouted loudly with the look and tone of voice that looked at the suspect.

"Who are you, did you do this accident?"

"Bring these two back!"

Seeing that several police officers were about to step forward, Roddy hurriedly took out an item from his left coat pocket with Issad on his back.

One thing that was collected from Miss Catherine along with her overalls was a sheriff's card.

The officer first frowned and looked at Roddy's sheriff's certificate, then his expression slowly changed, from questioning to surprise, and quickly stood up straight and made a hand salute.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheriff!"

Roddy looked at his sheriff's card with a strange face, it was just a few simple numbers, but he didn't expect it to be a position.

"Well, let's keep searching. ”

"Yes, Mr. Sheriff!"

Although Roddy thinks that these police officers alone are estimated to be unable to find any useful clues.

After quickly putting away the papers, Issad just opened his mouth and said:

"Back to Kotar. ”

At this time, another group of apparently more professional police officers arrived at the scene, most of them were wearing white hazmat suits and holding strange things in their hands, and the guy in the lead was wearing a normal sergeant's uniform, but after the medal on his chest was slightly different from the ordinary policeman, he quickly launched a blockade after talking to the policeman with a beer belly.

When Roddy looked over, the sheriff at the head looked at him at the same time, and Roddy read the warning in his eyes.

All the way, Isad had a gloomy face and hurried steps.

"There is a problem with those policemen. ”

Roddy was stunned for a moment, then realized that Isad was talking about the second group of police officers who had arrived.

"They looked very professional. Roddy thought about it for a moment, and said affirmatively.

Isad was silent for a moment and said nothing more.

After returning to the city of Kotatar, Issad did not stop to the address Char had said, Atana's home.

The same townhouse, but the architecture here is more refined, and it is not at all the same level as Roddy's home.

The two confirmed that the house number was indeed 8-12 and rang the doorbell.

During this time, Mr. Issad straightened his clothes and patted his bearded face, and after taking a deep breath, his gloomy expression slowly faded.

But after a long time, no one responded, and Isad rang the doorbell again.

"Are you looking for Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

A woman carrying a basket, a long cylindrical skirt and a wide-brimmed down hat looked curiously.

Isad wasn't sure if Mr. and Mrs. Smith were Atana's parents, but if Mr. and Mrs. Smith were referring to the owners of 8-12, she was right.

"Yes, beautiful ma'am. ”

The behavior of the Issad gentleman and the proper compliments made the lady smile.

"Sir, you didn't pick a good time. ”

The Smiths went back to their hometown to pay their respects to their poor children. ”

The lady continued, in a sympathetic tone:

"It's an unfortunate family, but do you have anything to do with Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

It seems that Mr. and Mrs. Smith are Attana's parents, and Isad replied in a slightly surprised tone after confirming it:

"I'm sorry! I didn't know what was going on... Mr. Smith is a respectable person and we haven't been in touch for a long time, so I brought my students to visit him, and I didn't expect...."

"Beautiful lady, do you know when they will be back?"

With Charr as a seer, Issad decided to hide his identity.

"When..."

The lady thought for a moment and said uncertainly:

"Last year, it was about a week away... Now it looks like you're almost back, and maybe you'll see Mr. Smith in two days. ”

Isad nodded, thanked him, and left with Roddy.

It wasn't too dark at this time, but it was already past dinner, and Isad didn't let Roddy accompany him back to the newspaper office, but parted ways on Blackwillow Street, and before parting, Issad told Roddy to stay at home and not go out if there was no need.

When Roddy got home, he planned to take a shower and change his clothes, but found that he didn't have any decent clothes except for a neat shirt and coat.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get myself a suit. ”

Roddy thought as he went to the basement, turned on the kerosene lamp, bent down and looked behind the corner of the table, reached out and fumbled for a bag, opened it to make sure it was checked, and then put it back in.

"Alright, let's take a trip to Jianjiao Beach. ”

When he went out again, Luo Di carefully locked the door, checked the doors and windows before leaving, and quickly came to Jianjiao Beach on Jianjiao Street after confirming that it was correct.

The same code, the same elevator, the difference is that Ash is not there.

Roddy breathed a sigh of relief, and left the elevator with some rejoicing, Mr. Em was still sitting on the same sofa and drinking the same coffee, and even the newspaper looked similar.

But the newspapers do all look similar.

Roddy muttered to himself and stepped forward to say hello:

"Mr. Em, is Captain Bob here?"

Em nodded, put down his coffee and looked Roddy up and down.

"Your mission doesn't look very smooth. ”

"The captain is in the office. ”

Roddy didn't know how Mr. Em knew, but he didn't care, he wanted to ask the captain about something now, so he quickly knocked on the captain's office.

"Please come in. ”

Bob's unique hoarse voice rang out, and Roddy pushed the door open and closed it.

"Any questions?"

Roddy nodded, pondered for a moment and asked:

"Captain, did you give Mr. Isad a pocket watch, and this pocket watch is what you said would keep him safe?"

Bob raised his head and motioned for Roddy to sit down, then said slowly:

"Yes, Mr. Issad is in danger?"

"Not Captain, but..."

Roddy remembered the attack on Char.

"I don't know if it worked. ”

A succinct description of Char's affair made Bob frown slightly.

"Task force .."

Bob's voice was soft, completely subconscious, so Roddy couldn't hear it very clearly, but Bob had been thinking like this for a long time.

"Captain?"

Roddy reminded him, Bob looked up slightly, and then said:

"Unless the killer is higher in rank than me, the pocket watch won't be invalidated, which means that Char is probably still alive. ”

But what Bob didn't say was that the presence of the task force also said one thing, Char may not be dead but definitely not better.