When it happened, black clouds were swirling in the night sky, the streets were cold and depressed, and pedestrians had already returned to their homes to guess when the rainstorm would come.

Bill braved the wind to come to the photo studio downstairs of the newspaper office, where the red light flashed, and the boss often worked late at night, and was still working.

"Boss, help me wash a photo, tomorrow morning. ”

"No problem!"

The boss put down the letter in his hand, took the film and put it away, and replied happily.

"Bill, why are you still working overtime today, it's going to rain, let's go home quickly. ”

"Hmm. ”

Nodding slightly, he was not in a hurry to go back.

That rental house is not a home, just a temporary residence, and a quiet new house has been chosen, and there is still room to see and pay for the house.

After returning the camera and getting the safe back, Bill plans to find a reason to resign, Williams has no strange behavior at the new editorial office, and there is no need to continue his work.

When I returned to the new office to return the camera, the gas lamp was still on, the wind blew on the glass outside the window, and several employees in the newspaper office were working overtime to sort out the materials.

Put the camera on Hansen's desk, get the picture tomorrow, and he can go straight to Barclays Trust Bank and start playing revenge on the woman.

When I think of this, I feel good.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden knock on the newspaper office.

"Who?"

"Pipeline repair, the company sent me to inspect the gas pipeline!"

"Oh......"

The newspaper employee rubbed his eyelids, yawned, put down his work, and walked slowly towards the door.

Bill's right eyelid throbbed.

Click......

The door opened, and before the employees could react, a group of policemen instantly crowded into the newspaper office, holding batons in their hands, which made the newspaper employees scream again and again.

"What are you doing!"

"What's going on?"

"What are the police doing here?"

The employees had never seen such a posture before, and they already had a lot of grievances against the government, and the police suddenly broke into the newspaper office, and the employees showed a hint of anger in horror.

A captain stepped out of the police pile, raised his head and scanned the crowd, not only did the newspaper employees hate the police, but the police were also dissatisfied with the group of reporters and editors.

"Is Williams Cliff there?"

Slightly stiff, swallowing saliva.

Standing at his desk, Bill hoped that the cops weren't coming to him because of a killer or a mine, and that it would be better if the creditor called the police to arrest someone because Williams still owed money.

He doesn't want to reveal his identity in public, so what's in it for him?

Be a wanted criminal for life?

The newspaper staff was a little stunned, at this moment the editor-in-chief Thomas was not there, Hansen was not there, the employees had no backbone, something happened suddenly, and they didn't know how to respond.

Although he didn't stretch out his hand to point out, his eyes still couldn't help but reach out, and he was soon discovered by the police captain.

"You're Williams Cliff?"

"Then I'm sorry, Mr. Cliff, come with us, I have something to ask you. ”

The police captain came to Bill, looked at him with contempt, and waved to the police behind him, who surrounded Bill and even took out steel handcuffs and planned to take them with him.

“......”

"Wait, what did Bill do, why did you arrest him?"

One question rang out, and immediately another followed.

"Yes, the police can't arrest people indiscriminately, do you have an arrest warrant?"

"What did Bill do, you want to take him away?"

"Let's make it clear, even though Bill doesn't like to talk, we won't watch the police take him away!"

"Don't think you can lay false accusations on him!"

Seeing that the police were not here to arrest him, the newspaper employees were afraid that they would be replaced by anger, and they questioned loudly, and even took out their cameras to take pictures, blocking the exit one after another.

The flash turned on, and Bill hurriedly reached out to cover his face.

"The police handle the case, and the idle people must not stop it privately!"

"Damn reporters, don't take pictures, are you trying to find death!"

As the police and newspaper employees shoved and shoved, the scene became more chaotic, and Bill stayed where he was, not expecting to be protected by a group of colleagues who barely crossed paths.

When everyone's attention is drawn to the chaotic scene, an employee sneaks out of the room and quickly flees the scene.

The chaos continued for a moment, and the police captain frowned, suddenly drew his gun, and fired at the ceiling.

Bang!

A pile of sawdust fell from the beams, and the newspaper office was instantly quiet.

"What else are you stupid reporters asking?"

"It's Viscount Goode who is missing!"

"This kid follows Viscount Goode every day, he is an important suspect and must be brought back to the police station for investigation!"

"Whoever dares to stop it is obstructing official business, and I have the right to shoot directly!"

"I have to take people!!"

The police captain shouted excitedly and pointed his gun at one of the blockers, and although the scene was no longer chaotic, the emotions of both parties had accumulated and their eyes were red.

Scratching his chin, Bill slowly walked between the two sides.

"I'll go with you. ”

"I'm very weak, and there are so many of you, I won't run away, so I don't need handcuffs, right?"

Shrugged, he said lightly to the police captain.

"Bill, you don't have to go with them, they didn't ......"

"It's fine. ”

Shaking his head, Bill was still indifferent, since it was because of Viscount Goode that this group of policemen came to the door, there was nothing to worry about.

The captain snorted coldly and motioned for the police to put away the handcuffs.

Under the endless black clouds, the torrential rain has not yet fallen, the streets are swept by the cold wind, and the dim picture under the street lamps is in a trance.

Bill is surrounded by police officers who make sure he doesn't run away, commit murder, commit suicide, or do anything dangerous.

"The disappearance of Viscount Goode has nothing to do with me, I am just in charge of following him and digging up the news. ”

"Okay, what's the matter with Sheriff Shavoy, we're only responsible for arresting people. ”

The captain was impatient, working late at night, and clashing with newspaper employees, and he was so emotional that he just wanted to get Williams back to the police station as soon as possible.

The police station is not far from the newspaper office, just across the street, and there are not even police cars.

All the police cars in the police station were sent out to find the whereabouts of Viscount Goode, even if the Goode family was about to decline, Viscount Goode was still a Norman nobleman.

No matter which nobleman disappeared mysteriously, it was the murderer's provocation to the entire Norman aristocracy, so the police department had to pay great attention to it and use all its police force.

They soon arrived at the police station.

The Brittus Police Station is a semi-Romanesque building, with several gray and white columns erected in front, and the Norman royal insignia and judicial markers hanging side by side in the center, giving it a solemn look.

There were many people coming in and out of the police station, and the captain took Bill up to the second floor, which attracted the attention of many policemen and talked about it.

Step into an interrogation room where the floor is glossy with metallic sheen and striped alloy floors held in place by thick hexagonal screws.

Three walls were painted with gray paint, and a mirror hung from one side of the hallway, which Bill believed to be a one-way mirror to observe the suspect's movements.

There was only an iron table and round stool in the interrogation room, and there were no other decorations, and the captain turned on the gas lamp to illuminate the dark corner.

"Wait here. ”

The police captain quickly left, and he slammed the door of the interrogation room shut, and there was a sound of locking the door outside.

Bill looked around, and in the gray and white room, the metal floor, the tables and chairs made everything cold.

He'd never been to a place like this, and he was a little excited?

"It is not unreasonable for the police to arrest people without evidence, and the newspapers are justified in denouncing the existing system. 」

"How am I going to excuse myself in a moment?"

Lying on the tin table, hiding his face from anyone to see his facial expressions, he was trying to calm his mind.

As the minutes ticked by, the beating of the center of his brain echoed, and Bill counted the time.

“1、2、3......”

......

After about half an hour, the sound of unlocking finally came from outside the door, and the door of the interrogation room opened, and several people entered.

A policeman with a notepad, a housekeeper at Goode's housekeeper, and a sheriff with a long beard in his cigar.

The bearded sheriff squinted at Bill and took a deep puff on his cigar, and Bill yawned, he was already impatient.

"Butler, this is him, the man who has been following Viscount Goode lately. ”

"That's right!"

"That's him!"

The butler stood opposite, his finger pointing at Bill.

His brows were drooping, his face was pale, and his beard was cocked, and Bill could tell that he was so anxious that he speculated without thinking.

"Lord Stafford, I will never admit to mistake!"

"Although he said that he was a reporter, no reporter had ever followed my master for so long, and you can tell by looking at his appearance that he is definitely not a good person!"

Bill digs into the earwax and ignores him.

"Okay, butler, you're too excited, now please calm down, otherwise you won't be able to continue the inquiry. ”

"And I said that you should call me sheriff at the police station, not my last name. ”

Sheriff Shawey interrupts the butler.

He didn't like to make random accusations without any basis, but he still asked the police around him to try to appease the butlers because of the complicated and troublesome relationship between the nobles.

The reporter continued to follow Viscount Goode, maybe he was really related to the disappearance, or maybe he knew some clues that the butler was unwilling to say, which was his focus.

"I'm sorry, Sta......"

"Call me Sheriff. ”

"I'm very sorry, Sergeant Shawei, I'm very calm now, please ask me as soon as possible where my lord is hiding by him!"

"It's all because I didn't follow the old man at all times, so that the criminals could take advantage of it, I failed the old man and the old lady, and I don't deserve to be the housekeeper of the Gude family......"

The butler began to chatter, and Shawei ignored the butler and walked up to Bill, clasping his hands over his shoulders.

Bill rubbed his eyes and saw the sheriff's appearance clearly, and a memory suddenly flashed somewhere, and his eyes were slightly stunned.

The memory is dim and unknown, but the picture sweeps the eyes.

On the night he left the mine, the rain was pouring down, and he sat in the passenger seat, making eye contact with this man!

They passed by!

"He won't recognize me!"

His heart beat faster, and he pursed the corners of his mouth, not daring to move.

"Your name is ......"

"Williams Cliff. ”

The assistant police officer behind Sergeant Shawei reminded him that he was holding a notepad and an ink pen and preparing to take notes.

"Oh, Mr. Cliff, let's make a long story short, now I have a few questions for you, and I hope you will cooperate with us in the smooth progress of our case. ”

"Yes. ”

"Tell me, why are you following Viscount Goode?"

Sergeant Shawei exhaled a cloud of white smoke, and he leaned against the tin table casually, not ignoring the change in the expression of the person in front of him, and the sudden nervousness.

He was a little curious, just now this man obviously didn't have any emotions, and even showed that he didn't care about being taken to the police station.

Is he nervous about the police questioning at the moment, or will he start to get nervous when he faces himself?

Does he know me?

“...... I'm needed for work. ”

Quickly pacing his breathing, Bill regained his composure and answered cautiously.

"Where were you this afternoon, and are you following Viscount Goode too?"

"That's right, I followed Viscount Goode this morning and afternoon, and I didn't leave until it was dark......"

"Sheriff Shavoy!"

"I knew that he must have done it when the master disappeared!"

"Quickly lock him up, torture him, and make him tell the whereabouts of the master!"

The butler was so excited that he even rushed up and tried to attack Bill, but was stopped by the assistant policeman.

Not only was he anxious to find Viscount Goode, but he was also afraid that Bill would tell him about Viscount Goode's illegitimate son, and it seems that he didn't think about the consequences when he said that Bill was following.

"What time is it close to dark, and where are you following Viscount Goode then?"

"About five o'clock, I was in an alley, and after photographing the exciting lace news of Viscount Goode and the woman, I left. ”

Sheriff Shawei sneered, his gaze suddenly sweeping over the butler.

The housekeeper understood that the lie had been exposed, but he just opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to continue messing around.

"Did you notice anything unusual or anyone else around you when you left?"

"Nope. ”

"You've been following him for a few days, and has he ever behaved in any unusual way during that time?"

"Today is the fifth day, Viscount Goode is messing with a lot of women, I just took these pictures and sent them back to the editorial department for processing. ”

"We do it all the time. ”

"Do you know any other gossip about Viscount Goode?"

"For example, who is he an enemy with, and who has he offended recently. ”

"I don't know, you should ask the butler, he must know more than I do. ”

......

The question is simple and Bill can easily answer.

Sergeant Shawei thought for a moment, looked at the housekeeper with an excited and angry face, and decided not to communicate with him yet.

Turning and approaching Bill.

"Now, Mr. Cliff, let me ask you one last question. ”

"You ......"

"What the hell are you hiding!?"

Suddenly, Xvoy stared at Bill's wide eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and even the surroundings fell silent.

......