Guidebook for the Dark Duke

"Mr. Rael, what's the matter with you?" Evan looked at the slightly stiff Rael, and asked with concern.

Leyle tried to force a smile, but he failed in the end. He just lifted the corner of his mouth slightly and said in a low voice, "I'm fine. Is that homeless man still in the police station?"

Evan looked at Rael and suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid you don't feel well in your heart, after all, you are the one who killed Mr. Johnson."

Evan's sudden change of topic made Leier stunned for a moment, and finally nodded: "Yes, yes."

Evan couldn't help but sighed when he heard this: "You have also been wronged a lot in this matter, how about this, I will tell Sheriff Chandler and let you participate in tomorrow's matter."

"What about tomorrow?" Rael looked at Evan with some doubts.

Evan nodded: "Tomorrow Sheriff Chandler will take that homeless man to paint a portrait, because the previous painter was sick, so I temporarily decided to go to Sheriff Chandler's home and hire another painter Come here, do you want to go and have a look?"

Leier only felt his heart beating like a drum, such a thing... such a thing... really...

"Okay, okay." Rael only felt that his lips were dry.

Evan smiled gratifiedly: "It's a pleasure to have you join me, and I believe things will develop further tomorrow."

Rael smiled reluctantly, and immediately left Evan's house with the letter.

Seeing Leyle's anxious back, Evan smiled meaningfully. I'm afraid this matter will come to fruition tomorrow.

**

Early the next morning, Evan went to Sheriff Chandler's house early. At this time, Sheriff Chandler had just woken up, and he was still a little confused.

"Oh, my God, Pastor Bruce, why are you here so early." Sergeant Chandler's hair was disheveled, with bread stuffed in his mouth, and he spoke in a dull voice.

Evan couldn't bear to look directly, and avoided his face, and said succinctly: "I'm afraid that you may make a mistake here, so I came here to take a look in advance."

Sheriff Chandler smiled at this time: "Don't worry, everything has been arranged according to what you said. Mrs. Johnson will come over on time at nine o'clock, and the homeless man will also be brought over when everyone is here. After that How things go depends on your predictions."

Evan nodded slightly after hearing this: "Very good."

Speaking of which, Sergeant Chandler couldn't help looking at Evan curiously, and said in a low voice, "But will things really develop as you expected?"

Evan sneered in his heart, but his face was very gentle: "Please rest assured, as long as a criminal in this world has committed a crime once, he will no longer fear the majesty of the law. In order to protect his secret, he will definitely take action of."

Sergeant Chandler was a little confused by Evan's words, but he nodded and said nothing more.

When the clock reached nine o'clock, Mrs. Johnson arrived at Sheriff Chandler's house on time. This time, Mrs. Johnson was different from the previous few times. Although she was still a little pale this time, her complexion looked It looked much better than last time, and when she saw Evan, a smile appeared on her face.

"Oh, Pastor Bruce, you're here too." Mrs. Johnson looked at Evan with a friendly smile.

Evan bent his lips slightly, and said softly: "Thanks to Sheriff Chandler's invitation, ma'am, how are you recently?"

"I'm fine." Mrs. Johnson said with a smile on her face, "It's just that I really hope that this terrible thing will end quickly. Fortunately, Sheriff Chandler has caught the prisoner, and this terrible time can finally be over. .”

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson, nodded, without saying a word.

A moment later, Sheriff Chandler's door was knocked again. Evan's expression changed, and he glanced at Sheriff Chandler. The sheriff immediately went to open the door, but when he saw Rael standing at the door, The whole person was still stunned.

"This..." He looked at Evan with a confused face.

At this time, Evan seemed to have finally remembered, and immediately explained: "I happened to talk about this matter when I was talking with Mr. Rael yesterday, so I invited Mr. Raier by the way." Turning his head to look at Mrs. Johnson, whose face turned cold in an instant, he said softly, "Madam, you don't mind?"

Mrs. Johnson seemed to want to keep herself from becoming so aggressive, so she wanted to laugh to ease the atmosphere, but she failed in the end. She suddenly realized clearly that when she faced this person, she was completely Can't laugh at all.

"No, I don't mind." Mrs. Johnson said stiffly.

Evan didn't seem to feel the embarrassing atmosphere, and still smiled very complacently: "It's just as long as you don't mind."

Rael walked in a little nervously. Although Sheriff Chandler didn't like him a little bit, he wouldn't make some rude moves easily, so he still invited him to sit in the living room.

The few of them waited for another 10 minutes, and the knock on the door finally rang. Sheriff Chandler stood up very excitedly this time, and said with a smile, "It's finally here."

He scrambled to open the door, but Evan still stood there, but his eyes swept over Mrs. Johnson and Rael. Mrs. Johnson was holding the fan tightly in her hand, her eyes were sharp, but Rael just kept silent. Stand there without saying a word.

After a while, the homeless man walked in under the escort of the police. Because of the small size of the room, Rael retreated to the corridor. Mrs. Johnson also walked into the kitchen because she did not want to be in the same room with a homeless man. Watch every move of the people in the room through the glass.

The homeless man looked a little sluggish at this moment, his messy beard covered most of his cheeks, and he also exuded an unpleasant smell, which made everyone in the room frown.

"Mr. Goode." Sergeant Chandler reluctantly asked, "Can you really help us find the murderer?"

"Please believe me!" Speaking of the homeless man, he suddenly became energetic: "I definitely did not do that thing. I am very grateful for Mr. Johnson's generosity. How could I do something to hurt him? I It will definitely help you draw a good portrait!"

Sheriff Chandler reluctantly nodded: "Very good."

Because the painter hadn't come yet, everyone had to sit quietly, waiting for the painter's arrival. Sergeant Chandler waved his hand a little impatiently. It's been so long that no one came. It's so weird.

"Go outside and take a look to see if the painter is here!" Sergeant Chandler waved at a policeman.

The police went out to check immediately, but Evan suddenly said at this moment: "Who is the painter you hired?"

Sergeant Chandler frowned slightly, but before he could answer, there was a loud noise in the garden, as if something had exploded, and everyone in the room immediately panicked. Mrs. Johnson's sharp voice came from the kitchen. After coming out, the kitchen is the closest place to the garden. Sergeant Chandler reacted the fastest, and immediately ran to the door. Evan followed Sergeant Chandler and ran out.

At this time, only the homeless man was left, handcuffed and sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace. He stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, unable to react.

A person was holding a thin needle and walked towards him step by step. He stared at that person, almost incoherently: "It's...it's you..."

A ferocious smile appeared on that person's face, and the needle in his hand shone coldly.

The homeless man wanted to hide and shout, but the noisy voices outside had long covered his shouts. It seemed that a pot had exploded outside, and there were voices and screams everywhere.

At this time, the homeless man really had nowhere to go, and his face couldn't help showing despair.

The man was getting closer and closer to the homeless man, knowing that the tip of his needle had touched the homeless man's cheek, suddenly there was a burst of laughter from behind him: "Mr. Rael, I have to say, your explosion today , which I never thought of.”

It turned out that this person was Rael, and he quickly turned his head, seeing Evan's slightly smiling face and Sergeant Chandler's frowning, his face instantly turned pale.

"You...you...you designed this?" Rael's tone trembled slightly.

Evan turned his head and glanced at Sheriff Chandler, who nodded, "Mr. Rael, I really didn't expect you to do this."

Leyle almost collapsed at this time. Facing the current scene, he seemed to be unable to find a breakthrough to leave here. Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something. He immediately clenched the needle in his hand, turned his head, He wanted to catch the homeless man who was a little helpless just now.

It's just that when he turned around, the homeless man had already removed the beard from his face, and even his hands that had been tightly handcuffed were also freed at this time. He was like a most decent young man, standing Behind Leier, he nodded slightly: "Mr. Leier, I am Police Officer Pete."

It turned out that this person turned out to be a police officer in disguise.

Rael was really desperate at this time, the needle in his hand slipped down his fingertips, she looked at Sheriff Chandler and Evan, her lips trembling uncontrollably: "You... are you How do you know it's me?"

Sheriff Chandler was obviously still confused at this time, but Evan looked confident. He waved his hand at the policeman at the door. In the hands of the policeman who went out early to investigate whether the painter came or not. Walked in with a lady.

"Mr. Sheriff, Reverend Bruce, this is the man who threw the explosives into your garden!" The policeman looked excited, and it was obvious that he was also the most important part of this plan.

Looking at the woman pulled by the policeman's hand, Leier suddenly felt relieved for a moment.

"Is it because of her?" Rael's tone was very low.

Evan smiled softly: "Mr. Rael, I have to say that your trick is really interesting. At the beginning, you put yourself in the most suspicious place, and you didn't even hesitate to destroy your reputation. When the police are most proud, they find someone to prove their innocence. Although your reversal is very good, it will completely divert everyone's attention from you, but I have to say that the collaborator you chose It’s really the biggest loophole in this matter.”

Evan looked at the lady with her head bowed tightly, and said again: "Miss Blair, the most famous old lady in Delanele, although she can be easily fooled by you, but her love Yearning and her desire to show off completely ruined your plan."

Evan didn't look at the trembling Miss Blair any more, but looked at Leyle, who had some dark eyes.

"You told me that you were about to leave Delanille, and at this time, Miss Blair, who testified for you, actually wanted to sell the ancestral house she had inherited for many years and leave Delanille, and she was still pregnant. Selling your house with a sense of happiness that you want to get married, this kind of coincidence, I'm afraid it won't happen once in 100 years, Mr. Leier?"

Evan's gaze at this time finally showed a sneering smile, but Rael completely lost his faith at this time.