Chapter 299: Photographs, Taking the Blame

There are several small and medium-sized farms outside the town of Carlo.

Fadili did not drive, which means his destination is not far from the town.

It is past the time to get off work.

There are not many pedestrians on the road.

Fadili did not notice that not far behind him, there was a tall man and a ponytailed policewoman.

When they left the town, the sky had darkened.

Outside the town, there was an open space without any shelter.

Dean grabbed the policewoman who wanted to follow him and signaled her to stop with his eyes.

The next moment.

Fadili stopped suddenly and looked behind and around.

Because Dean reacted in time.

After a quick look, Fadili breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one noticed him. He looked at the sky, quickened his pace, and trotted along the fence path set up by the farm in front.

"What's ahead?"

Dean looked at Nellie.

Since Fadili didn't want to enter the farm, he should have reached his destination. Otherwise, when the sky gets dark, it will be difficult to walk on this path. If he encounters the residents of the town, it will be difficult to explain.

Nellie thought about it and her face changed: "There is an open space and a stream over there. When the weather is good, residents often go there to hold bonfire parties and camp there. Could Fadili want to destroy something?"

"It's possible!"

Dean picked up a stone from the roadside and said, "Chase, stop Fadili directly!"

Although he has weapons in the subspace, it is difficult to explain. Holding a stone in his hand, in case of an accident, he can also have a means of long-range attack.

The voice fell.

In the dim environment, Nellie only felt a shadow rushing out in front of her eyes. When she came to her senses, she could only see Dean's back disappearing from her sight.

"So fast?"

Nellie was shocked and quickly took out the pistol from her waist and ran to catch up.

Dean was tall and strong, and his stride was several meters. His burst speed was as high as 16 points, which exceeded the well-trained world sprint champion and could be called the new limit of humans on this planet.

In just a few seconds, Fadili, who had disappeared from his sight, reappeared in Dean's sight.

At this time, Dean was too lazy to hide his movements. His extremely strong muscles and bones burst out with power again, carrying his body, like a lit rocket, wrapped in a strong wind, rushing towards Fadili.

This burst was quite loud.

Fadili subconsciously stopped and looked back in panic.

The strong wind was surging.

He instinctively narrowed his eyes.

The next moment.

A black shadow came from five meters away, like a tiger hunting, and pounced in the air, frightening Fadili to the point of being stunned on the spot.

Just when he thought he was being hunted by a wild beast and was about to die tragically on the spot, the figure that rushed over shrank back, naturally and smoothly unloaded the violent impact on his body, and at the same time, he grabbed Fadili who was stunned on the spot with a big hand, and lifted him up as he landed.

"Good evening, Mr. Fadili."

Dean held Fadili's collar and grinned.

Before Fadili could come back to his senses.

His other hand accurately hit Fadili's abdomen and threw him out.

Fadili rolled on the ground in a mess and wanted to get up, but his body staggered and he knelt on the ground again, opened his mouth wide, and vomited a sour and smelly liquid on the ground. He could only let Dean come forward and take away his pistol and backpack.

"Hoo~"

At this time, the little policewoman Nelly came late, panting heavily.

Seeing that Dean had stabilized, she breathed a sigh of relief, supported her waist with both hands, and said breathlessly: "You... You ran too fast, you should have waited for me."

"I was worried that he would suddenly turn around. At least now we got what we wanted."

Dean lifted the backpack in his hand, which was not heavy, and took the pistol he found from Fadili, unloaded the magazine, and threw it in front of Nellie.

He was there, and there was no way Fadili would have a chance to retake the gun and fight back.

Nellie took a few deep breaths and recovered.

She glanced at the backpack in Dean's hand and smiled: "Okay, Detective Dean, you really weren't a 100-meter runner before?"

Dean shrugged: "Don't talk nonsense, it's dark, cuff Fadili first."

Fadili was hit in the abdomen by Dean until Nellie handcuffed his hands behind his back, but he still didn't recover. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of sour water.

Nellie dodged with disgust, took out her mobile phone, and called the support number.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The interrogation room of the small town police station.

Fadili lowered his head under the light, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

Nellie and her colleagues on duty sat at the interrogation table, while Dean sat on a small chair and looked through the things he found in Fadili's backpack.

Those were some photos.

To be precise, in the backpack were dozens of secretly taken photos of the deceased teacher Totti from various angles.

These photos were basically photos of Totti's life outside the school.

With his super memory, Dean scanned all the photos and put them in front of Nellie and his colleagues: "You can start the interrogation."

Nellie nodded and looked at Fadili who was bowing his head in front of her with a serious expression: "Mr. Fadili, can you explain why you have so many secretly taken photos of the victim Ms. Totti in your hands?"

Nellie's colleagues looked at Fadili sitting on the interrogation chair with gossip, and had no intention of interrupting at all.

He is a veteran, and although he is curious about new discoveries in this case, the police chief has been urging the police to close the case of the murder of the female teacher Toti, and he will not ask for trouble.

Hearing Nellie's inquiry, Fadili slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes met Dean's gaze blankly, and showed a bitter smile: "Do you still need to ask?"

Nellie's eyebrows rose: "Mr. Fadili, please make it clear."

"It's very simple." Fadili lowered his head again and said in a low voice:

“I have always felt that Totti’s too gentle teaching style would make my son’s already weak character even weaker, so I hate Totti.

I know that Tiger has a bad character, but I have always expected him to learn to resist and become strong in the face of bullying.

But Totti ruined it all.

Tiger now has shelter and prefers to escape when encountering problems.

He's like a pussy.

All of this was caused by Totti, so I found an opportunity to kill Totti! "

Fadili suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious expression on his face and spitting: "Did you hear that, it was me, I killed Toti, but you idiots captured my son!"

Nellie was frightened by Fadili's ferocious expression.

She looked at Dean, who was expressionless, as if asking for help.

The colleague beside her also looked serious and spoke for the first time: "Fadili, are you saying that you killed Toti and Tiger just happened to appear at the scene of the crime?"

"Yes, it's me!"

Fadili licked his lips and looked at the three people in front of him mockingly: "I didn't expect Tiger to show up at that woman's house after I left. This made me very distressed. Tiger is mine after all. Son, I didn’t expect you police officers to be so useless that you directly regarded my son as the murderer, haha.”

"you!"

Colleague Nellie's eyes flashed with anger, she took out her cell phone and dialed the police chief.

This matter is no longer something they can handle.

If Tiger is just considered a suspect, then it doesn't matter if the wrong person is arrested.

However, under the urging of the Sheriff to report, Tiger has been identified as a first-degree murderer by the county prosecutor. Once it is known that the miscarriage of justice was misjudged, this is a very shameful dereliction of duty.

What's annoying is that no matter how many male police officers make calls, no one from the police chief answers the phone.

He could only stand up and said to Nellie: "Nellie, you and Mr. Dean, just watch Fadili here. I will go to the police chief myself. Before that, don't do anything unnecessary."

Nellie was about to nod.

at this time.

"Bah bang bang!"

Applause came from the side.

Nellie and her colleagues heard the sound and looked around, only to find that the applause came from Dean, who had not moved since the interrogation began.

Dean stood up slowly, shook his head and said, "Father's love is really great. It can make a fried chicken restaurant owner have acting skills that are no worse than those of the best actor."

"What!?"

Nellie and her colleagues looked at Dean in surprise, not understanding what he meant.

Fadili, who was sitting on the interrogation chair, was shocked and angry.

He angrily glared at the detective he hired, Dean: "Shut up, you damn crappy third-rate detective. I have already confessed. You can go back to Los Angeles and collect your bonus that smells like copper!"

Dean shrugged: "Mr. Fadili, although you are the client, the commission I accepted is to investigate the truth about the murder of the female teacher Toti and to clear Tiger's name. So, I'm sorry, I can't let You take the blame for your own son, because this is not the truth!”

Finished.

Under the puzzled gazes of Nellie and his colleagues, he took out a photo secretly taken from behind from the pile of photos, and pointed to the background of the photo: "The town is so big, and there are only so many residents. Could it be that Fadi Mr. Li, can you secretly photograph others and appear in the camera at the same time?”

Nellie and her colleagues followed Dean's fingers and discovered that the man wearing an apron on the street in the photo was none other than Mr. Fadili. He was standing not far from the car of the female teacher Toti, looking into the camera lens. .

"Since the person who took the photo is not Mr. Fadili, then it is Tiger?"

Nellie suddenly realized: "Mr. Fadili must have listened to what Detective Dean said before and was worried that you would find these photos and confirm that there is a secret between Tiger and Toti, so he wanted to destroy these photos!"

After all, it was impossible to explain Tiger's presence at the murder scene. If it was discovered that he had secretly filmed and followed Totti for a long time, there would be no way to explain it.

Dean nodded: "Yes, that's what Mr. Fadili probably thought, but he didn't expect that we happened to meet him and found him. So, in order to save his son, Mr. Fadili simply thought of taking the blame." ”

He looked at the desperate Fadili with disappointment:

"Do you think you are great?

Mr. Fadili, to be honest, your lack of cooperation and concealment are actually completely ruining Tiger's last chance of survival.

Forget it, I won't take this commissioned case. I hope your son can come out of prison before you and your wife die of old age. "

After saying that, Dean turned around and left.

Keeping this secret from yourself clearly shows that you don't trust yourself.

That being the case.

He doesn't mind making the other person feel the pain.

"Detective Dean."

Nellie wanted to be called Dean, but she didn't know what the excuse was.

After all, the other party is just a detective, not a small town police officer like her, and has no obligation to find the truth of a case.

Dean was about to leave the interrogation room.

Fadili broke down emotionally.

He wailed and yelled: "No, don't leave, I was wrong, Detective Dean, don't leave, I really have nothing to hide except the photos, Tiger is really not the murderer!"

Dean ignored him and walked out directly.

Fadili wanted to destroy the secretly taken photos of the deceased teacher Totti, and admitted during the interrogation that he was the murderer who killed Teacher Totti. Although Dean said it was false, he was still detained according to the procedure.

Because the sheriff could not be contacted.

After discussing with her colleagues on duty, Nellie planned to deal with the matter tomorrow. As for Nellie, she went to Mr. Fadili's home first and told Fadili's wife about the matter.

After leaving the police station.

The little policewoman Nellie's face was full of entanglement.

One reason was Dean's departure.

This kind of man with both good looks and talent has a drug-like attraction to any little girl who has a poor love history and lives in a small town.

Nellie felt that after this, she might never have the chance to see Dean again.

Another reason was that Nellie didn't know how to tell Fadili's wife about Fadili's imprisonment.

In Nellie's impression, Fadili's wife was a weak and gentle woman with a kind smile all day long, and was very popular with the children in the town.

Not long after her son was arrested, her husband was arrested again.

This was a big blow to a woman who was not strong in character.

"Hey."

Nellie sighed and shook her head.

"Nellie."

A deep male voice came from the darkness.

Nellie paused, and then a look of joy appeared on her tangled face: "Detective Dean?"

"Hmm!"

Dean walked out of the darkness.

Nellie looked at Dean in surprise: "You didn't leave?"

"The case hasn't been investigated yet, why should I leave?" Dean smiled evilly: "Fadili lied to me, so I just lied to him too."

Nellie rolled her eyes at Dean.

What a petty man.

No. The adjective "petty" should not be applied to a handsome man like Detective Dean. It should be humorous, yes, humorous, Mr. Dean, what a humorous man!

"Detective Dean, I am going to Fadili's home now to tell his wife that Fadili is in prison. Do you want to go with him?"

"Of course." Dean nodded: "You go back and get those photos, and we will go together."

He had a hunch that Fadili's wife should know more about the relationship between her son Tiger and Totti than Fadili!

Good night.