Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Since the mediation this time, Ferd's side has finally calmed down, but Sheriff Chandler has become more active than before. From time to time, he will look for opportunities to see Evan, but most of the time he will be directly contacted by Duke Wilson. Stop it, only rarely, when Duke Wilson is away, Sheriff Chandler can be lucky enough to let in.

For example, today...

Evan propped his forehead helplessly, looking at Sheriff Chandler's sour face in front of him, he was really speechless.

"Mr. Sheriff, what is your purpose in coming this time?"

Sergeant Chandler rubbed his hands together, with an embarrassing smile on his face, he said after a long time, "Mr. Pastor, please help me in this case."

Evan couldn't help being stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Sheriff Chandler still didn't give up this idea.

"Sheriff Chandler, what can I do? You think too highly of me." Evan said with a smile.

Sheriff Chandler sighed: "Mr. Pastor, you are too humble. I was able to solve the last case thanks to your help. I have no clue about this case until now. I still need your help." Help me."

Speaking of this, Evan is actually a little curious. Did Sergeant Chandler change his judgment because of Mr. Johnson's personal moral problems about the rumored suicide?

"Sheriff Chandler." After deliberating for a moment, Evan finally said, "Did Mr. Johnson really die of murder? I've always heard that he committed suicide. Why did you suddenly change your meaning?"

Hearing Evan take the initiative to talk about this case, Sheriff Chandler was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "To tell you the truth, Mrs. Johnson also discovered this matter."

Mrs. Johnson?Evan couldn't help frowning, this woman is definitely not simple.

"Before I always thought that Mr. Johnson committed suicide by taking poison, but I didn't expect that Mrs. Johnson found that the poison Mr. Johnson took was very strange. There was no such poison in the local pharmacy. After the forensic examination, it was a kind of poison specially produced in India. , but Mr. Johnson has never been to India, but that secretary Rael once served a general stationed in India, so I arrested Rael."

Sheriff Chandler said with a heavy expression.

Evan was still a little puzzled after hearing this: "Since that's the case, what's so embarrassing about this matter?"

Sheriff Chandler couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "Although this matter is so obvious, unfortunately, I don't have any evidence that Rael directly participated in this matter. At present, it is impossible to convict him at all, because about this matter Among the suspects in the incident, the person related to India is not only Rael, but Mrs. Johnson, who found something wrong with the poison, has also been to India, which makes this matter extremely complicated."

Mrs. Johnson has also been to India, and Evan's heart moved slightly.

"In that case, does that mean Mrs. Johnson is also suspected?" Evan asked tentatively.

Sheriff Chandler shook his head at this moment: "Impossible, Mrs. Johnson has been helping the Women's Association to make woolen hats for donations that afternoon. She has no chance to commit crimes."

Hearing this, Evan couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled: "The Women's Association is only two streets away from Johnson's house, and under normal circumstances, women's activities are very messy, with people coming and going, is it possible that someone will keep an eye on them all the time? Are you looking at Mrs. Johnson?"

Sergeant Chandler was stopped by Evan's question, his expression stiffened for a moment, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "This... this is also very possible."

Evan looked at Sergeant Chandler's expression of unwillingness to believe, and couldn't help but smile: "Mr. Sheriff, you are a gentleman, and you don't want to believe that Mrs. Johnson might be the murderer, but please leave this matter alone." You have to look at it objectively."

Sergeant Chandler looked a little embarrassed by what Evan said, and laughed a few times: "It's my subjective opinion, and I will investigate this matter carefully."

Evan nodded, but he murmured in his heart. He didn't want to take care of this matter at first, but he didn't expect to fail to pay attention to his curiosity in the end.

Sheriff Chandler finally made a breakthrough from Evan, he was relieved, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Pastor, that Rael is really difficult to deal with. I can't break through his confession now. The proof of presence is also very vague now. He said that he went to the opera house to listen to the opera, and the opera house also has records of his purchase of tickets and admission, but unfortunately, during the time of Mr. Johnson's death, there happened to be a gap in the middle of the opera house. No one knew where Rael was at that time."

Evan couldn't help frowning when he heard this. It seems that neither of them has a perfect alibi, so this matter may be more complicated.

"Since Mr. Rael has conflicts with Mr. Johnson, have you gained anything in the opera house?" Evan asked again.

Sheriff Chandler frowned: "There is no gain from the opera house. The management of the opera house has always been chaotic, especially during the intermission. No one will pay attention to a kid who has no name."

Evan couldn't help but sighed after hearing this: "This matter is so complicated, I suggest you go to the newspaper to find witnesses, otherwise this matter may not be resolved."

Sheriff Chandler has always disagreed with the way of publishing newspapers, but at this time there is no other way, Sheriff Chandler can only nod: "I hope we can get a good result."

Afterwards, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries, mainly about Evan's injury. Evan's current injury is actually much better, but due to Evan's plan, it is naturally impossible to really tell the truth.

"The wound has not fully healed yet, thank you for your concern." Evan said very politely, but also with a trace of alienation.

Sheriff Chandler's thick nerves did not detect Evan's alienation, he still smiled and patted Evan on the shoulder, and said cheerfully: "I hope your health will get better soon, the assistant pastor these days Sir's mass is too unbearable."

Sheriff Chandler has always had a character of saying something, so Evan didn't question the authenticity of his words, and couldn't help frowning. Did that kid really do so badly?

Evan held back and didn't ask for details. I'd better ask Mrs. Sanders about this matter next time. If the mass is not done well, let Fold know, I'm afraid he will find something for him again.

In the end, Evan sent Sheriff Chandler away before lunch. It wasn't that Evan didn't want to keep him for dinner, but that Sheriff Chandler was afraid that Duke Wilson would come back, and that he wouldn't get any benefits.

Sheriff Chandler left the Cornwall manor, and Duke Wilson came back. When Duke Wilson came back, his face was not happy. He came to the garden where Evan was studying with a sullen face, followed by Evan A man I've never seen before.

The man looked mediocre, but he looked at Evan with intriguing eyes, and Evan couldn't help frowning.

"My lord duke." Evan stood up while supporting the chair, nodded slightly: "You are back."

The Duke watched him stand up, and rushed forward to help Evan to sit him down.

"Mr. Pastor, your body has not healed yet, so there is no need to be so polite in the future."

Seeing Duke Wilson's anxious face, Evan couldn't help smiling, and finally sat down according to the Duke's wishes, and said in a low voice, "Your face is so anxious, could something have happened?"

Duke Wilson frowned and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's just that there are some problems in the capital."

Royal capital?Evan couldn't help but jump in his heart. He can't hear the word king's capital now. As long as he hears it, he will think of the turmoil in the book. From the king's capital all the way to Delan Lille was caught in mob turmoil Among them, in the end, Delan Lille was even bloodbathed. If the Duke hadn't called in the army at the last moment, the Duke of Face would not have been spared.

But even though Evan was so worried in his heart, he still couldn't show any special interest in the capital at this time. He suppressed the worries in his heart and whispered: "So that's the case." Speaking of this, he turned to look at He glanced at the man who was looking at him with a very strange expression, and said: "Then don't know who this gentleman is? I haven't seen it before."

Evan has been in Delanele for such a long time. Although it can't be said that he has met all the townspeople in Delanele, at least he can have an impression of most of them, but he has no impression of this man at all.

Duke Wilson watched Evan pay attention to Edson, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He moved his steps, blocked Evan's gaze from looking at Edson, and said in a stiff tone: "This is one of my staff, you don't have to worry about it." .”

After speaking, he winked at Edson again, and finally Edson could only retreat reluctantly.

The Duke's strange movements made Evan a little surprised. Why is the Duke so nervous? Is there something wrong with this staff?

Evan had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He turned to look at the Duke, smiled slightly, and said softly: "You have worked hard, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

As soon as the Duke came in, a maid brought black tea.

Seeing that Evan didn't pursue the matter any more, the Duke heaved a sigh of relief, sat down and took a sip from the tea bowl.

"Mr. Pastor, how are you feeling these past few days?" Duke Wilson asked routinely.

Evan moved slightly when he heard the movement, and smiled: "Your Excellency, forgive me, in my heart you are already my friend. If you don't mind, you can call me Evan."

Duke Wilson seemed startled by Evan's words, and stared at Evan in a daze, with his mouth half-opened, looking a little ridiculous.

Evan smiled inwardly when he saw it, but he had a worried look on his face: "My lord, are you all right?"

"Huh?" The Duke trembled as if startled by something, and the teacup in his hand was almost thrown to the ground by him.

"Oh, oh, I'm fine, I'm fine." The Duke quickly put the teacup on the table and sat upright, not looking at Evan, but at the rose bushes in front of him: "I am very moved by your friendship, Naturally, I won't mind, on the contrary, I am very honored to have your friendship, but since you recognize our friendship, please don't call me Lord Duke in the future, you can just call me Charles."

The Duke said very quickly, as if he was afraid that Evan would refuse, and did not dare to look at Evan's expression.

Evan looked at the Duke's handsome side face, a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes, but the words in his mouth were extremely gentle: "You are too polite, it is my honor to have your friendship." Speaking of which, Evan Wen slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, his tone was low and scary: "Charles."