Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 171 Suspect

The bald, fat old man certainly didn't take Lieutenant Nuit's boasts seriously, but he didn't suspect Lieutenant Nuit was lying. A soldier like Lieutenant Nuit, he sees a lot, and it's normal to find a woman for the rest of the day. He had learned the basics of Lieutenant Nuit by the time he arrived, which was one of the most questionable, but now he sees himself in vain in this investigation.

Coming to the table with leftovers and empty bottles, the bald, fat old man swept the things off the table at will, staring at the empty bottle of whiskey. Picking up the empty bottle, sniffing the smell, flipping the bottle again, dropping the remaining drop of liquid into the mouth of the bottle, then stretching out the tongue to add some flavor to the mouth for half a day, seemed to find nothing unusual, which unfortunately put the empty bottle down.

But in the eyes of others, this bald, fat old man behaves like a senior drunk. Especially the scene where he stretched his tongue to add a bottle of wine to his mouth, making a lot of people in the room laugh in the dark, thinking that this bald, fat old man was really dirty and greedy, and didn't even let go of the empty bottle.

“I'm a little strange that, at the salary of one of your lieutenants in the Navy, I wouldn't have bought this five-seven-year-old whisky as a drink for myself and my girlfriend to party in. As far as I know, this bottle of 571 is worth almost two and a half silver taller, which is about half your monthly salary, and it's not even the fifteenth day of payroll, and there's not much money around your spleen, so where did you get this bottle of whiskey?” The bald, fat old man asked.

Lieutenant Nuit wanted to fuck this fat fucking bald old man for nothing, but Captain Hollich next to him looked at him like a tiger, and his courage retreated like a tide.

“I got it from Claude, and I ran into him last night when I came home from work, and I remembered that there was a box of whiskey in his office, so I asked him to bring me a bottle.” Lieutenant Nouit answered with dismay.

The bald, fat old man walked out without a word, and four or five Marines in the room followed him out. Lieutenant Nuit grabbed Lieutenant Biede, who was going out behind Captain Hollich, and said, "Wait, first tell me exactly what happened, so you can make such a big move and break in during the day. ”

Perhaps Nuit has passed the bald old man's questioning and investigation to show that he has no problems, so Lieutenant Biede is no longer so serious that he looks around and pretends to be a very confidential person: "You don't know, last night a man in our Lieutenant Navy uniform entered Sir Fox's estate in the name of delivering urgent documents and murdered Sir Fox and his housekeeper.

So before the dawn, Lord Bright was lured to Fox Manor by Chief Felidos. On his return, he calmed down his face and summoned all the lieutenant officers of the sub-fleet to be questioned and investigated by this bald, fat old man, and asked the servants and maids from Fox Manor to identify him face to face. They are said to have met the lieutenant of the navy who claims to be Abraham and recognized his face. However, we split the fleet of 17 lieutenant officers without any problems. Only yesterday you did not spend the night in the base dormitory, which is why the flag drum came to you to investigate. ”

“What, a national councillor murdered? God of War, this is big news.” Lieutenant Nuit opened his mouth in shock.

“By the way, I'll say goodbye. It's all right. You and your little lover can go on having a happy morning.” Lieutenant Biede blinked: “I remember that you were also on break during the day and went to work at night, so there was plenty of time. Also, when we came in earlier because we didn't have a key, so we just broke into the door. Remember to fix the door, otherwise anyone can come to your little lover at night...”

“Wait, what does that fat bald old man do? How come I've never seen such a man at a naval base..." Lt. Nuit asked.

Lieutenant Bieder shrugged his shoulder: “I don't know, I forgot his name, as if Wang was a very famous criminal detective commissioned by Chief Felidos to investigate the case. ”

Viscount Venice sat in a carriage waiting, and of course he would not go to Lieutenant Nuit's rented house to self-deprecate. He is in a very paradoxical mood at this moment, when 17 of the eighteen lieutenant officers of the Navy's sub-fleet here have proved their innocence, complete with witnesses and material evidence, indicating that they had nothing to do with the murder. Only Lieutenant Nuit stayed out last night, and his suspicions are the greatest.

Viscount Venice wanted Lieutenant Nuit to be innocent and to clear his association with the incident, thereby proving that the murderer dressed as a Lieutenant Navy officer only borrowed a naval base and in his name. At the same time, I hope that Lieutenant Nuit is the murderer, so that this murder can be closed, and that those who have no other intentions will not find an opportunity for extraneous branches...

Detective Joseph still looks like that sad face, pulling in the car door.

“Is that him?” Viscount Venice asked in a somewhat grotesque manner.

“Not him.” Detective Joseph shook his head.

Viscount Venice took a sigh of relief, and he listened to Detective Joseph ask, “Who's Claude? ”

“Who, Claude?” Viscount Venice nodded when he saw Detective Joseph and smiled: “It can't be him, he's only eighteen years old, and although his father was forced to jump to death by Sir Fox, his family's debt to Sir Fox has been paid off by Mrs. Maria and is no longer associated with Sir Fox. That's why he helped Mrs. Maria open the Normanly Real Estate Development Corporation and built the community to sell to our naval base. ”

“Oh, his father was forced by Sir Fox to jump off a building and commit suicide? Can you elaborate?” Detective Joseph is here to entertain.

“I was also told that the day his father was buried, there were five or six thousand people in the town who said goodbye, and the scene was huge. Nationals and civilians in the town expressed dissatisfaction with Sir Fox's forced death of his father. But I didn't know much about the details. I went to get Captain Hollich. He was the first to arrive in White Deer Town, and it should be clear. ”

Captain Hollich arrived in White Deer Town in early March following that naval survey vessel, who was responsible for surveying and mapping the terrain of the common dock area and mapping the lakeside naval base, and was very aware of Mr. Morsan's suicide jump in White Deer Town. Even heard of Sir Fox setting a trap to lure Mr. Morsan into writing a note, to the point where many people in White Deer Town were dissatisfied. It is said that someone is already in line to stop voting for Sir Fox in next year's National Assembly election…

Joseph listened to Captain Hollich's story, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. When he was finished, he turned to Viscount Venice and said: "Let's go see this Claude...”

“Claude should be in Nordlow Real Estate Development's office building at this time.” Viscount Venice said, "You don't suspect him, do you? It can't be him. He looks almost exactly like that killer...”

“Go check it out, now that the lieutenants of your naval base have been cleared of suspicion, then it must be someone close to your base who knows your naval base. This Claude, who has a grudge against Sir Fox and is aware of the Naval Base, and who just heard Captain Hollich say that he is powerful, a good hunter or the first graduate of Chinese Medicine, must be skilled at fighting. Let's go find out, even if he's not a suspect, he might be able to give us some clues…" Detective Joseph said.

Soon a pedestrian arrived at the somewhat old three-story office building of the Normanly Real Estate Development Corporation, Viscount Venice sent Detective Joseph in with him, and the rest waited outside the office building. Detective Joseph was a little strange, and Viscount Venice said that this was Baroness Maria's company and he understood.

Claude's office is in the innermost room on the ground floor.

When Viscount Venice came in with Detective Joseph, he was watching Claude scolding a designer, because this fool had made a mistake in the data, so much so that he could paint the architectural drawings. How could it be weird? Last check, he forgot the decimal point, so much so that the width was longer than the length, he hadn't noticed, and it took him two days to paint the drawings white...

Looking at Claude's fluffy brown and black hair, his pale face and the dark shadow next to his orbit, Viscount Venice proudly raised his eyebrows to detective Joseph next to him, meaning, you see, I told you, he was nothing like that murderer.

When Viscount Venice came in, Claude waved the wrong designer back to redraw, and smiled and greeted him with a smile: "No, Viscount, you've come so early in the morning to force the West Side design drawings, it's a little too urgent. I told you, as long as you decide where the Feng Moon Zone is, nothing else is wrong.

But now you can't decide whether or not to arrange the Feng Moon Zone within the base. Let's design and plan the functional arrangement of the entire West Zone. Look at the dark circle next to my eyes. I haven't slept well for two or three days because of your design plan... ”

“Cough, cough...” Viscount Venice pretended to cough twice: "Well, Claude, you're not here today for that West Side feature distribution, but this Detective Joseph has something to talk to you about. ”

“Detective Joseph?” Claude looked at the bald, fat old man next to him who didn't talk: “Looking for me? Why are you talking to me? You're not gonna do any more family surveys before you recruit? I don't think so. Isn't it clear that all the basics are registered in the town hall? ”

“Uh, hello, Claude.” Detective Joseph stared into Claude's eyes and said, "I'm here today to talk to you about Sir Fox. ”

“What, Sir Fox?” Claude's face sank suddenly, watching the bald, fat old man in front of him with a cold voice, “I'm sorry, sir, I have nothing to talk to you about. ”

“He forced your father to jump. Don't you hate him?” Detective Joseph continues to stimulate Claude with words. He saw Claude's face suddenly rose red, his forehead blushed, his hands clenched into fists, but he held on.

“I think this gentleman can go out, please don't interrupt our work here.” Claude pointed out the door, suggesting that the bald, fat old man in front of him better roll out automatically, not force him to do it.

Detective Joseph sighed with disappointment, and the young man in front of him behaved normally, either without any knowledge or in disguise. It's just that at his age, being able to disguise himself in such a way that he can't see a gleam, that's simply impossible.

“Well, let me tell you something, Sir Fox, along with his butler, was murdered in his manor's study last night at midnight...” Detective Joseph hastily said when he saw that Claude seemed to be trying to drive himself out. And then he saw this young man in front of him, obviously stunned, staring at himself, seemingly with an incredible look.

Detective Joseph didn't expect this young man named Claude to suddenly rush over and grab his chest, yelling angrily: "Are you lying to me? That old thing isn't dead, is it? Who dares kill him! ”

“Claude, let go!” Viscount Venice drinks beside him: “Sir Fox is really dead, I saw it with my own eyes...”

Claude suddenly lost his strength, and he slowly loosened Sir Joseph's collar and retreated to his desk frustrated, sitting on his ass and biting his teeth: “How did this old thing die? Who killed him? Ah! I've arranged it all, but he's dead. How dare you? He died so easily...”

“What have you got planned?” Viscount Venice is curious.

“Next year's election, National Congressional qualification…” Claude held his head in agony: “I've already put Uncle Thomas in line and I'll get him off next year first. Without the title of national councillor, I see how he can still jump in and out of town. I want to clean up what he has. Anyway, he has a lot of black dots, slowly dig up one piece for him. In the end, I will also force him to jump off the building by himself, like my father...”

“You're tough...” Viscount Venice thumbed up and he admired Claude's revenge plan.