New Gods of North America

When Wayne returned to the detective agency's temporary base, he saw Mr. Morrie, the current security object and gold master, pestering Lina with Frank-style greasy love words.

This guy's condition was actually a bit like Tom Hagen's; he hadn't recovered from his injuries and couldn't stay still. Any slightly larger movement would make him clutch his wound. However, Tom Hagen went to work with injuries, while this guy was hitting on girls with injuries.

The big spider Peter poked his little head out from behind Lina's golden hair, imitating Wayne's previous actions, and quietly made a "throat-slitting" gesture with a long leg.

Wayne didn't quite understand what it was trying to express, and didn't dare to nod randomly, so he could only treat it as a greeting.

It was already past dinner time, and Doug cleverly instructed Liam, who had arrived from Georgeberg, to go to the kitchen and reheat the vegetable soup for Wayne and the returning detectives, and fry a few slices of bacon to go with the bread.

Wayne hadn't even warmed his seat in the dining room when three new messages were waiting for him.

"Sir, Sanders has followed the carriage you instructed and found their hideout. It appears to be a trading company, located at 97 Marshall Street."

After delivering the first message, Doug handed over a note. "This was sent by Pastor Tyrrell, who said you should understand what it means. But the person who came also conveyed Pastor Tyrrell's original words, asking you not to reveal that the information came from him for the time being."

Wayne took a look and saw four names and corresponding addresses. It seemed that these were the clues that Mr. Walter's people currently had about the accomplices of the assassination culprits.

Good heavens, their good "catch the mole" game was completely spoiled.

Wayne certainly didn't intend to put himself under pressure. Now that he had the walkthrough, all that was left was to catch the people in time.

It was Pastor Tyrrell's request that was a bit troublesome.

Currently, the assassin and the accomplice who had been caught hadn't provided any useful information other than their sexual orientation.

No matter how shrewd and capable the detective agency was, it would be difficult to avoid suspicion about the source of the information if they caught so many people at once without any reason.

After nodding in confirmation, Doug continued, "Finally, there's the matter of the detective deployment you arranged today. Damon said that 'that Peter' unfortunately showed his face in public in Georgeberg recently, and the other detectives can't control Miss Emma, so Liam and 'Chameleon' have come over for the time being. If you specifically request it, I can send a carrier pigeon, and he can rush over overnight tonight."

Wayne had no objection to this. When it came to secretly tracking, Damon's "Fiddler Crab" was now inferior to Liam's "Glass" and "Chameleon."

He thought for a moment and asked, "What about Conner? He went to track down the person who attacked Mr. Morrie. Any updates?"

"Conner returned earlier, but after seeing the note, Miss Ineisha sent him out again, instructing him to at least keep an eye on the person at the top of the list on the note. Miss Ineisha judged from the address that the guy is likely the leader of this group."

Not bad, not bad, I can't expect everything to wait for me.

Soon, Liam cheerfully brought the food over. Wayne ate something to fill his stomach, and Doug tactfully didn't stand by and watch.

Before Liam left, he imitated Wayne's usual habit and reached out to tease the parrot by the windowsill. Then, the parrot cracked a pecan in half, scaring him into quickly withdrawing his hand.

Just because this parrot usually doesn't dare to provoke owls and falcons, don't think it's not a bird of prey...

That thing eats macadamia nuts as snacks. If it weren't for its weak flying ability, it would be a flying pair of pliers.

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After finishing dinner, more than half of the staff at the temporary base gathered. Lina and a few reluctant detectives were left to guard the house and act as bodyguards for Mr. Morrie, as well as continue to scan fingerprints from the evidence.

A few people went to the designated location to stake out, and the rest followed Wayne to the police station first, intending to make a show of it before turning around to arrest people.

To be honest, if there were no additional sources of information, it would seem a bit suspicious and magical to outsiders for the detective agency to be able to wipe out the assassin's gang in one fell swoop based solely on the overt clues they currently had.

But Pastor Tyrrell had even provided such important clues, and it wouldn't be right for the detective agency not to give him that face, so Wayne pondered for a moment and felt that the only way to play this out was in the direction of "metaphysics."

When they arrived at the police station, they unexpectedly encountered Chief William again, who was a little surprised to see the detective agency's formation: "Have you found new clues?"

Wayne tried to get into character and began to act mysterious. "I actually know a special interrogation method. This was originally in the confidential stage, but this case has been investigated for so long without any progress, so we can only try it."

The news quickly spread throughout the police station by this big mouth.

Perhaps because the detective agency's ability to solve cases using fingerprints had aroused the attention of many people, when the accomplice of the assassination case, who Wayne had designated to be interrogated first, was brought to the interrogation room, a number of on-duty police officers followed.

Wayne suddenly turned around in the interrogation room and saw a bunch of heads sticking out from the door frame, almost scaring him into a stress response.

It was only because he was relatively calm that this "police station headshot case" didn't end up with Chief William taking the blame as well.

Ineisha sat beside him, Doug stood behind him.

The accomplice of the assassination case, named "Steve," was locked across the interrogation table from Wayne with handcuffs.

Wayne recalled the TV dramas he had watched and began to make up lines:

"Steve, right? I know you're unwilling to reveal the situation of you and your partner, as well as your companions, but we have now preliminarily grasped the situation and know that you should be a gang."

The guy looked quite alert, seeing the situation inside and outside the interrogation room, and directly retorted, "I have no accomplices! It's useless for you to induce me, I don't know anything irrelevant."

Hmm...

Wayne could tell that this guy shouldn't have come from a wealthy family, otherwise his lines at this moment should be something like "I won't say anything until my lawyer arrives."

Perhaps with a bit of prejudice and discrimination, but in this day and age, people's knowledge level is almost linked to their family background. Ordinary people rely mainly on "self-study" and "gaining experience" to grow.

It's not that it's impossible to become talented. In fact, characters who grow up in this way are often more powerful than those from wealthy families, but when it comes to the comprehensiveness of knowledge, it's always inevitably a bit specialized.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were onlookers who could help promote and testify for free, Wayne tried to lead the other party into the ditch:

"Have you heard of 'micro-expressions'? It's normal if you haven't. This is still a new discipline that needs scholars to explore further in the 'academy'.

"Its principle is actually very simple—under the influence of the subconscious, people will inadvertently reveal their true inner thoughts. Like you trying to touch your nose now, it's a very typical guilty reaction.

"Ah? Turned into a poker face? Actually, that's useless too. Just like the experts in casinos can see the size of other people's hole cards, whether it's the unconscious twitching of facial nerves, changes in breathing frequency, or the dilation and contraction of pupils, in the eyes of professionals who study micro-expressions, it's no different from directly confessing.

"Hmm... your surprise has exceeded one second, which means you're likely faking it. Since you don't believe it, let's try it and see."