Chapter 16 Crunch

"identity!"

"The identity of that Mr. Fullerton!"

"Don't forget the power that comes with this identity!"

Jason said this, and then without waiting for Hall to speak, he continued: "Suppose, let's assume first, the fire that Mr. Fullerton suffered was really not an accident, but man-made, and he was in revenge. That guy, who made all this, why did he choose to let us 'watch' all this?"

Hall was taken aback for a moment, and then his brows furrowed.

"yes!"

"With Mr. Fullerton's ability, if his tragic encounter is really man-made, if you want to punish the other party, you don't have to do it yourself."

"Just a little bit of information, whether it's Your Excellency the Mayor or our big men, will be very happy to help."

"Also, once these big shots take action, this guy will only die even worse!"

With that said, Hall looked down at the charred body.

Perhaps the burning at the stake is the cruelest death penalty.

But that's only for death.

And those big men have too many ways to make this guy survive and die.

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

Is such a death a gift for you?

Suddenly, Hall had such an idea in his heart.

But right away, Hall shook his head and threw this thought out of his mind that didn't fit his identity as a police detective.

Jason saw Hall shaking his head, he knew what Hall thought.

Because, he also thought of similar things.

And this made things even more contradictory.

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

If it wasn't for Fullerton, who was the guy in front of him?

Doubts kept rising in Jason's heart.

After a few seconds, he suppressed these doubts.

He looked at Detective Hall and proposed:

"There are too few clues now. Standing here, we can't find valuable information at all."

"Since the kidnapping that originally started happened at Fullerton Manor."

"Then let's go to the manor of that Mr. Fullerton."

Facing Jason's proposal, Detective Hall had no objection.

"Okay, Your Excellency."

After speaking, Hall immediately turned around and walked towards the carriage.

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

But it is not an easy task to take away a charred corpse. It is necessary to ensure that the corpse is as intact as possible, and also to ensure that the charred corpse will not scare others and cause panic.

Lorde has been messy enough recently, and Hall doesn't want to cause any more trouble for his superior.

"Anything like a rain cover?"

Hall asked the driver.

"Yes, yes."

As the coachman stammered, he took out the tarpaulin of the carriage from the other side of the toolbox.

Hall, who took over the tarpaulin, spread the tarpaulin on the side of the charred corpse, then took out the gloves from his pocket and put them on, then motioned to the driver.

It is obviously difficult for a person to lift a charred corpse without destroying the corpse.

"Officer, I..."

The driver waved his hands with panic and fear on his face.

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

But under Hall's increasingly serious face and sharp eyes, the coachman, who was originally a commoner, chose to give in.

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

Finally, the tightly wrapped corpse was placed on the roof of the carriage and secured with ropes.

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

He doesn't trust anyone.

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

Moreover, the other party is also a servant of Fullerton.

If all of this is really done by Fullerton, the possibility that the other party is an accomplice is very great.

Even if the other party behaves normally.

Because, there are too many ways to make this 'normal'.

A few minutes later, the carriage started again.

Returning to Hall in the carriage, he lowered his voice and asked:

"How about it?"

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

No doubt the detective was also suspicious of the other party.

And the scene just now was naturally tempting.

"Not found yet."

Jason shook his head slowly.

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

"And the people at Fullerton Manor."

Obviously, this detective is not a person who gives up easily. He not only has to lock the driver firmly, but also seriously investigate everyone in the Fleighton Manor.

Jason has no objection to this.

This is what he wants to do too.

Now that someone can help, it is naturally better.

For the rest of the journey, Jason didn't speak again. He leaned back in the chair, the soft cushion supported his waist, allowing him to listen to Detective Hall's narration in a more comfortable posture.

This time, of course, is all about Fullerton.

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

Perhaps the other party does not hold any official position in Lord City, but any official who sees this rich man needs to treat him with courtesy, even the mayor.

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

Black and white take all!

Jason couldn't help but think of the word.

Soon, when the carriage turned into the side road of the manor, Jason had a deeper understanding of the rich man again.

The road paved with finely broken cobblestones exudes a different kind of soft brilliance in the afternoon sun, and the trees on both sides have changed from shrubs and miscellaneous forests to tall and tall pine trees.

At the end of the road, a three-meter-high courtyard wall blocked people's peeping. The sharp iron gate gate was dark and sharp. After the carriage approached, several servants opened the gate, and a water bottle-shaped fountain immediately came into view. The water column spurted out and landed on the water below, making a tick-tock sound.

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

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

"Two police officers, here we are."

The other party said so.

Hall jumped off the carriage first, glancing vigilantly around him, followed by Jason.

A middle-aged man in a housekeeper's uniform and white gloves was standing upright at the door, waiting quietly. When the two got off the carriage, the housekeeper walked over quickly.

Although he walked quickly, there was a sense of order, just like the words of the other party.

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

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

Compared to the coachman, this butler is much more natural, obviously from an extraordinary background, he should be a professional butler, or someone from the upper class.

Then, the other party continued:

"You two, please come with me."

"I have blocked the master's room, and nothing has been moved..."

As the butler said, 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 in an instant, leaving only panic.

The other party stood there stiffly, his eyes widened to look behind Jason and Hall, and his mouth opened wide.

Crunch, crunch!

A chewing sound came from behind the two of them.