Thriller Paradise

Just like during the day, the gate of Herbert\'s Manor was tightly shut. The cold iron fence and the well-trained security guards made the place, which took up about 2% of the entire Island, seem out of reach.

This was the only place on the island that was more luxurious than the Alfred hotel. Even in the entire Western Europe, the reputation of the Herbert family was second to none.

Of course, the civilians on the island usually did not have the opportunity to visit. At most, they would go in to work ...

"Hello, what\'s the matter?"

When Sam and Feng bujue arrived at the gate of the manor, the security guard at the guardhouse asked in a formal tone.

Even though the security guard tried to appear calm, Feng bujue could tell that there was something off about the man.

Everyone could lie, but not everyone knew how to lie. Most people could control their tone and wording when they lied, but it was difficult to control some subtle expressions and small movements ... And an excellent detective could often use these details as a breakthrough.

"You don\'t recognize me?" Sam didn\'t answer the question. He just lifted the brim of his hat and took a few steps forward to put his face under the light.

"You are ..." The change in the security guard\'s expression showed that he had recognized Sam.

"I\'m looking for John. Please inform him. " Sam didn\'t wait for him to finish.

"Well ..." The security guard hesitated for two seconds before saying,"okay ... Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he picked up the internal phone on the table, pressed the speed dial button, and turned the chair under him half a circle, ready to talk to someone.

"The police are already here." Almost at the same time the security guard turned around, Feng bujue lowered his voice and whispered this to Sam.

"What?" Upon hearing this, Sam was quite surprised. He immediately looked into the manor through the fence, but he couldn\'t see any police lights in the night.

"There\'s no need to look for him. He didn\'t call the police. " Feng bujue knew what Sam was looking for, so he continued.

"But you said the police are already here?" Sam asked.

"If you were John, and you encountered an emergency ..." Brother Jue continued slowly,"would you call the police and have a team of police cars drive into your house with sirens blaring? or would you call the police chief\'s phone on his desk and ask him to bring some people over to take a look quietly?"

His words enlightened Sam.

Even Sam laughed in his heart."Ha ... What am I thinking? The person who got into trouble is John Herbert ..."

No matter how advanced the system of human society had developed, the phenomenon of "a small number of people who have more resources will have privileges" was impossible to eliminate.

As the "owner" of kuchetti Island, John Herbert didn\'t need to follow the regular procedures. As long as he wasn\'t at the end of his rope, he would never let a team of law enforcement cars drive into his house with their horns and lights on.

At least on this Island, John wouldn\'t leave behind the fact that people could point fingers at him behind his back.

p "Er ..." Not long after, the security guard ended the call. He turned around, and before he spoke, he paused for a second, as if he was thinking about how to address Sam."Mr. Herbert, you ..." He glanced at brother Jue, who was standing beside Sam."...You can go in with your friend. The chief Officer is already waiting for you two ..."

After saying that, he pressed the button on the console beside him and opened the gate of the manor.

Sam didn\'t stand on ceremony with the other party. He didn\'t even say thank you before he turned and left. However, when Feng bujue walked past the security guard, he tilted his head and flashed a mysterious smile at the security guard like he was apologizing to his friend for his lack of manners.

Just like that, the two of them quickly passed through the gate and walked along a stone path (the stone path was for people to walk on, and the road beside it was an asphalt road) to the big house in the manor.

The road was neither long nor short, and there were street lights along the way, but they still couldn\'t illuminate the open land clearly.

"Right, Feng." After a few steps, Sam thought of something."You still haven\'t told me ... How did you know the police were here?"

"Through the observation of the security guard, of course." Feng bujue replied.

"Oh?" Sam gave brother Jue a sidelong glance."What did you notice?"

"First of all, judging from his face and age, he\'s obviously a security guard who works the night shift." Feng bujue did not mind sharing the process of his deduction.

"I understand his face ... But is there any direct connection between age and night shifts?" Sam\'s mind was not slow, and he immediately raised another question.

"Of course there is ..." Feng bujue used a normal tone to reply."Everyone is willing to place a young, well-dressed security guard in the day because there are many people coming and going in the day. In addition, there were a lot of things to do during the day. In case they encountered some trouble that the young people couldn\'t handle, they could call their superiors at any time since everyone was awake.

"However, at night, a \'single-person post\' like this requires an older and more experienced staff member to stand guard. People of this age were more reliable. If something went wrong, they had a certain ability to deal with it alone. Moreover ... There\'s less work at night, and it\'s very likely that there won\'t be anything to do all night. It\'s just right for someone close to retirement to do it. "

"Oh ..." Sam nodded and said,"you\'re quite familiar with this industry."

"I know a lot about many industries." "From the low-level service industry, to the mid-level business, and then to the high-end creative industry ... My profession requires me to understand \'people\' and everything closely related to\' people \'... Obviously,\' profession \'is a very important part of it."

"Eh?" Sam couldn\'t help but ask,"Speaking of which, I haven\'t asked ... What do you do?"

"Detective." Feng bujue replied with two simple words and added one second later,"perhaps it is not appropriate for me to say this, but I have to add ... An excellent detective."

When he finished, Sam\'s reaction ... Was as interesting as brother Jue had expected.

The man gasped uncontrollably. His face turned pale, and even his steps became messy.

At this moment, Sam was already beginning to regret ... He regretted finding such an "alibi" and even more regretted bringing this "friend" to the crime scene.