Chapter 301 Falling From a Building

They came very early.

There are not many cars in the school parking lot.

Park the police car.

After Dean got off the car, he stopped Nellie who was about to walk to the school office building: "Don't worry, let's wait here, maybe we will get something unexpected."

Nellie was confused at first, then suddenly realized: "Detective Dean, are you saying that the owner of the gray car may be an employee of the school?"

Dean nodded: "Maybe a student."

The life of the female teacher Toti is very regular and clean. The people she knows are either students, parents, or teachers of the school, so waiting here may gain something.

The two of them did not wait stupidly beside the police car. Instead, they came to an inconspicuous corner where the parking position could be observed.

As the class time gets closer, there are fewer and fewer cars coming in from outside.

"It seems the wait was in vain." Nellie said a little disappointed.

Several gray cars were found at the scene, but the models were different from the gray cars in the photos.

"Keep waiting." Dean took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth: "Some students and teachers may not be so punctual, and classes are now in session, so it's not appropriate for us to find someone, so why not keep waiting."

Nellie wanted to nod, but her eyes suddenly froze as she looked at the school gate.

Dean immediately followed her gaze and saw an old gray car slowly driving into the school. The model was exactly the gray car in the photo.

After the car is parked.

A tall, plump blonde girl wearing a student skirt grabbed a backpack, hurriedly got out of the driver's seat, ran towards the teaching building, and disappeared under the gaze of the two men.

"Detective Dean."

After Nellie withdrew her gaze, she looked at Dean excitedly: "What do you think?"

Dean whistled: "Look with your eyes."

The thrill of that girl's running was enough to put the cows in the Scottish pasture to shame.

American middle school students should not be underestimated.

Nellie rolled her eyes at Dean: "I mean, what do you think of this car!!!"

Dean looked at Nellie strangely: "Of course, call a colleague you think is reliable and ask him to get the car owner's information and find out the other person's identity first."

Solving a crime means collecting and comparing information.

Does this still need teaching?

"knew!"

Nellie lowered her head depressedly, looked at the new shoes she wore specially today, and subconsciously raised her toes, which made her even more depressed.

Waited for about an hour.

Nellie's colleague finally called back.

hang up the phone.

Nellie looked at Dean with a serious expression: "Detective Dean, we found out that the owner of the car is Celica Carey, who has just turned sixteen this year and is a student at the school. The key is that she and Tiger are classmates, and they They are all students of Mr. Toti.”

Dean nodded thoughtfully: "Let's go."

While waiting for the information, several more cars entered the school, but none of them matched the model or color. There was no need to wait here any longer.

The two went to the office building first.

The principal hasn't come yet, but fortunately the assistant principal has arrived.

With his help, Tiger's classmates were called to the office one by one, and Dean asked about Tiger's situation.

Students come in and go out one by one.

From their mouths and in Dean's mind, he pieced together a more realistic version of Tiger.

This guy has a cowardly personality and is not gregarious. He rarely participates in group activities and can't find anyone during the holidays. This also leads to him having few friends in school. When he is bullied, no one will help him.

Except Mr. Toti.

Regarding the death of Teacher Toti, her students all expressed varying degrees of sadness.

It was obvious that the other person was indeed a good teacher.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Please keep this inquiry confidential and help call the next student in."

Dean ticked the clock and signaled the boy sitting opposite to get out.

The town has a small population, so naturally there won't be too many students in one class.

There are still two students who have not come in yet.

One of them is Celica Carey who was just found out from Nellie's mouth.

Dong dong dong~

There was a knock on the door.

The three people in the office looked and found that it was Celica Carey.

She looked at the three people inside nervously, but did not come in directly.

Upon seeing this, the assistant principal stood up quickly and said with a smile: "Celica, don't be nervous. This is the police officer of the town. He wants to know about Tiger's situation."

"Tiger?"

Celica's face changed slightly and her body tensed: "Didn't you say that you are here to assist reporters in conducting school research and inquiries? Why are you asking Tiger? Hasn't he already been sentenced? Why are these police still here to ask?"

The excuse for assisting reporters in conducting school research was naturally what Nellie requested from the assistant principal.

This can prevent the person being asked from doing psychological construction in advance.

"We're just making some simple inquiries, don't be nervous."

Nellie stood up and subconsciously straightened the police badge hanging on the barren hill, signaling Celica to come in and sit down.

Even though she was not very experienced, she could see something was wrong with Celica!

If it were before, she might have thought that Celica's abnormal reaction was due to the psychological shock caused by her classmate killing the teacher. But after the discovery of the gray car before, she looked at Celica with more eyes. A bit of scrutiny and suspicion.

"I'm not nervous, I just felt a little disgusted when I heard the name Tiger." Celica pursed her lips, walked to Dean and sat down. Looking at Nellie who had been staring at her, she regained her composure and said, "After all, She killed Teacher Toti."

What a quick mental adjustment ability.

Dean looked at Celica who quickly regained her composure and marveled at her ability to adjust and adapt.

You know, many adults don't have as good a psychological quality as the sixteen-year-old Celica. As for the other party's initial reaction, it was just a real reaction that was caught off guard.

"Sorry, calling you here may have caused trouble to you, but this is also to convict the murderer as soon as possible and let Teacher Toti rest in peace, so next, please cooperate with our inquiry."

Dean smiled kindly at Celica.

It's a pity that the smile-killing method that has always been tried and tested against women in the past has failed in front of 16-year-old Celica.

She glanced at Dean's handsome face and said stiffly: "Since you know I'm sorry, don't cause trouble to others. Besides, I'm only 16 years old. If you want to ask me anything, please call my guardian over!"

Good guy.

This is turning against the guest!

The middle-aged female principal's assistant on the side looked at Nellie and Dean with some embarrassment.

Celica's words were not rude, but it was just because this was a small local school after all, and usually no one would deliberately disgust the small town police officer with it.

Dean ignored the questioning look from the assistant principal.

He was amused by Celica.

Dean stepped back and nodded: "Celica, this is your right. If you want, of course, no problem. I just wanted to ask your parents why someone would drive your car. , there was a dispute with Teacher Toti two days before he was killed!"

Hear this.

Celica's pupils contracted violently, and the already heavy nutrient production base became even more dangerous and terrifying because she forgot to exhale.

Looking at Celica who was about to lose her temper, Dean loosened his tie, with a cold look on his face: "By the way, if you forget, I can give you a more accurate time and place, August. On the afternoon of the 2nd, after school, XX Street!”

Click.

A slight sound came from Celica's clenched fist.

Even the middle-aged female assistant on the side noticed something was wrong with this abnormal reaction.

Her expression changed slightly and she looked at Celica: "Celica, you"

Celica's psychological defense was about to be broken.

at this time.

Bang!

The office door that was originally closed was suddenly pushed open.

Several people in the room subconsciously looked at the door, only to find that the person pushing the door open was the principal of this school.

"Ms. Viatrice, what is going on?"

He looked at the female assistant with an unfriendly expression.

Without waiting for the female assistant to explain, Celica's eyes turned red, she whimpered, covered her face and cried, "Principal, these police are asking me about Tiger, I'm so scared!"

The little policewoman Nellie felt something bad and stood up to explain: "Mr. Principal."

"Shut up!"

Like an enraged lion, the principal strode between Dean and Celica, blocked Celica, and looked at Dean and Nellie fiercely: "You are not welcome here. If you don't leave, I will initiate a campaign." Complaints about you, Officer Nellie!”

Little policewoman Nellie has never experienced this scene before.

She looked at Dean, her backbone, for help, but she saw Dean getting up slowly and reaching out to the principal, whose lips turned white because of anger: "Sorry, we didn't expect this. Let's take our leave."

The principal stretched out his hand, held Dean's palm tightly, and said coldly: "Get out of here, I don't want to see you in school again!"

Dean shrugged, "We promise we won't do it again."

Finished.

He walked out of the office with Nellie, who looked a little embarrassed.

After coming out, the little policewoman's mood became much lower.

It wasn't until she got into the police car that she whispered: "Detective Dean, there is definitely something wrong with that Celica!"

Dean took out the chewing gum from his pocket, chewed it for a few times, and then said calmly: "Not only Celica, the principal also has a problem."

"ha?"

Nellie, who was in a depressed mood, suddenly raised her head and looked at Dean in surprise.

"Nellie, remember, a good police officer, no matter what situation he encounters, never forget to observe!"

Dean turned to look at Nellie: "What do you think the principal's reaction was just now?"

Nellie gave a strange look in return.

Do you even need to ask?

"anger!"

she affirmed.

Dean shook his head:

"No, it's not anger, it's panic and fear covered with anger!"

When the principal came in, he pushed the door hard, which showed that he had great mood swings after knowing that we were looking for students to inquire about the situation. "

Nellie was puzzled: "But anger is also a very volatile emotion. After all, if some students' parents don't like their children to be involved in murder cases."

This is quite normal.

In this country where guns are rampant, there are only a minority of people who like to meddle in other people's business.

They also fear getting into trouble and ultimately being retaliated against.

"But when you are angry, blood will flow quickly to the brain, causing the blood vessels to bulge, the head to swell, and the facial tissue to become congested, but it will not cause the lips to turn white. That is a phenomenon caused by blood backflow."

Dean paused and gave Nellie time to digest before continuing:

"Of course, this kind of judgment is prone to error due to physical reasons, so when I left, I shook hands with him again, and his palms were cold.

This is a typical physiological escape response.

When people are afraid and scared, blood will flow back from their limbs to their legs, preparing to escape at any time. This is the instinct left over from the human evolution process, and it is also the basis for my judgment that the principal is afraid!"

Looking at Dean who was talking freely.

Nellie shook her dizzy head and said with emotion: "Detective Dean, you are the most knowledgeable person I have ever met."

Dean looked at his L3 Achaz School mind reading and smiled without saying anything.

L3 mind reading gave him the knowledge and application of erudite psychology and micro-expression analysis that ordinary people need to spend decades of research to have.

If he was not worried about schizophrenia.

Dean would have used his skill points to continue to focus on the wide range of mind reading.

"So what should we do next?" After complimenting Dean, the little policewoman Nellie cheered up again: "Keep an eye on the principal?"

Dean nodded: "Yes, but I'm watching.

I need you to investigate the principal's whereabouts on August 4th to determine whether he had time to commit the crime.

If there is enough time, investigate Celica and his family's whereabouts on August 4th. There must be some unknown relationship between the two of them and Teacher Totti, which led to their dispute!"

It has been confirmed that the car that had a dispute with Teacher Totti on August 2nd was Celica's sedan.

Teacher Totti is a good teacher who protects the physical and mental health of students.

For what reason would such a person have a dispute with students, their parents, or the principal?

Considering that Celica is not good-looking, but has an exaggerated youthful figure.

Dean already has a rough guess in his mind.

"Okay."

Nellie raised her eyebrows.

Strictly speaking, Dean was just a detective hired by Tiger's father, and she was required to accompany him throughout the investigation. However, after spending two days with Dean and seeing how powerful he was, Nellie didn't mind ignoring this.

Nellie wanted to send Dean back to the hotel to pick up the car, but Dean refused.

Although the second-hand car he drove was inconspicuous, he was still hiding alone.

The town was not big.

Dean was not worried that with his physical fitness, the principal would escape his surveillance.

Driving was impossible!

After Nellie left.

Dean found an inconspicuous position and waited patiently.

In fact, he didn't expect Nellie's investigation to help him.

It was not easy for her, a young policewoman who had not been employed for a long time, to investigate the whereabouts of many people without attracting attention. It would take some time.

Now the case began to have a direction.

With this time.

Maybe he had already caught the murderer.

That's right.

The reason why Dean planned to follow the principal instead of Celica was because he suspected that the principal was the murderer!

Before leaving school.

He even paid to ask the guard which car the principal's car was!

Time passed.

In a blink of an eye, it was noon.

There were not many fast food restaurants in the town.

Most students and teachers would choose to eat on campus.

But some students, who lived very close to the school, chose to go home for dinner.

Until the afternoon class was approaching, Dean still did not see the principal and Celica's car coming out of the school, just when he thought he would have to wait until the afternoon school was over.

Suddenly.

Screams and noises were heard in the school.

This noise even spread outside the school. The guard at the school gate, after receiving a call in the guard room, also quickly closed the school gate and rushed into the school in a panic.

"What's going on?"

Dean had a bad premonition when he saw the guard's expression before he left.

He didn't bother to wait, and rushed from the hidden corner to the closed school gate. When he approached the gate, he jumped into the air, a standard and elegant wooden horse jump, entered the school, and ran towards the office building surrounded by a large circle of people.

The downstairs was already surrounded by students and teachers.

Some people who looked like teachers were maintaining order and not letting students get close. Some people were holding their phones and talking excitedly. It was unclear whether they were calling the police or an ambulance.

The students watching were talking about it.

It seemed that someone had jumped off the building.

Dean, who was tall and strong, jumped high on the spot. From a distance of more than ten meters, he could clearly see the scene behind the crowd: the back of a man in a suit, lying face down on the cold concrete floor, with his neck twisted at a strange angle, motionless.

"That's..."

Seeing the suit, body shape and profile of the other person under the twisted neck, Dean's pupils shrank slightly.

That was the principal who had just parted not long ago!

How did he fall from the building!

Looking at the angle of the twisted neck, Dean concluded that the other person had died.

He silently glanced at the detective panel in his mind, which had not changed at all, and became even more silent.

The murderer was not the principal.

Thanks to the book friend "Pachini" for the reward of 500 book coins, and thanks to the boss!

It's already chapter 300 without me noticing.

I hope you guys will still be here when chapter 600 comes.