The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

As early as when the police were at a loss, the forensic doctor had already hidden behind the crowd with a box and was on standby.At this moment, he just stepped forward to do a little inspection, and he announced to the onlookers and people waiting for the conclusion: "Drunk and drowning, there is nothing suspicious, it is a complete accident."

Eyewitness testimonies and footprints on the bridge also proved this point. There is no need to dissect Boss Bercy to study carefully, and his widow does not seem to want to spend extra money.Without funds to support forensics, there is no motivation to work overtime. He didn't even check the bottle of wine that was mentioned repeatedly in Wilgent's house. He put the toolbox on it, picked it up, and left.

Every winter, a few tough, unlucky alcoholics would be pulled up from the river, but this time it was Boss Bercy, who was a little bit higher in status than those rascals.The audience who were satisfied with curiosity dispersed one after another. Mrs. Belsey, whose husband died, was very sad. She clung to the person involved and refused to let go: "My God, the merciful and almighty God! Dead people can't do anything Nothing happened, Xiao Mu is not a drinker, there must be someone playing tricks here! It must be the little devil with purple eyes who did something good, and wanted her to die! Lose money!"

Many of the police officers who came to deal with this matter were regular customers of the song and dance theater. They had never seen the hospitality of the proprietress a few times, but little Alice's swift legs and feet left a good impression on them.

—He is a boy of bad birth but very capable, the little leader of the poor boys of Kloster Street.

"Vergent is only ten years old, ma'am, she's a minor, things like that..."

The police are in a bit of trouble.

The Wilgent family was so poor that all they had left was a house. The family of three relied on the embassy's relief money to survive, and they couldn't squeeze out any money. Where did they get the money for compensation.

Besides, even if you pay compensation, how much money can you lose?

Shaw Belsey rolled off the bridge by himself, and countless pairs of eyes on the side of the road saw it clearly, which is undeniable.

Mrs. Belsey grabbed Mr. Butler's sleeve with one hand, and cursed at little Alice's nose with the other.Hearing what the police said, she withdrew her hand and patted her waist "inadvertently".The policeman's eyes lit up, and he turned to the little girl and said sternly: "No one can get away with committing a crime, come with us, and you have to explain what happened clearly."

Seeing this, Mr. Finn wanted to get rid of this thin woman and go back to the hotel to rest and calm down. Unexpectedly, not only the shrewd Mrs. Belsey refused to let go of her old enemy, but she was also unwilling to miss this fresh fat sheep.She clenched the long black coat on Finn's body with her skinny fingers, like a dry chrysalis firmly stuck to a branch: "This person is also at fault, he must also lose money!"

Belsey did not tell his wife about the "deal" discussed with Mr. Steward. He originally planned to save the money privately, and he didn't want the yellow-faced woman to know about it.Unexpectedly, I went to hell first, and my wishful thinking was smashed to pieces.Mrs. Belsey didn't know the origin of the man she was holding tightly to, so after several times of tugging, Mr. Finn looked at the almost destroyed sleeve of his coat and was annoyed. This crazy woman pulls away, I have to contact the American embassy, ​​otherwise I will call the military police!"

The United States is the victor in the war, split equally with the other victorious nation while hosting the defeated nation.In this land, there is a natural air of being superior to others.The police didn't dare to look at the passport carefully, and they absolutely didn't dare to offend this tough guy, and pointed the finger at little Alice whose arm was twisted and couldn't move: "This gentleman is innocent, isn't that right? "

Of course she knew how to answer.

The girl raised her head and said frankly: "Mr. Bercy took this gentleman to my house to buy an old house. The business was going well. He asked for some wine to warm up. I said there is no wine in the house, but he didn't believe me. He went into the storage room and snatched the fine wine left by his grandfather. Maybe it was stored for too long, and he was a little drunk after drinking half of the bottle. This kind gentleman planned to help him back to the song and dance theater to rest. Who knew Bercy walked here Mr. himself stepped on thin ice and fell through."

Human trafficking is not something that can be put on the table, no matter how consensual the buyers and sellers are.Although everyone knows that there is still such a way, if you publicize it, you are challenging the bottom line of social rules and making an enemy of the entire industry.

This little guy is smart enough to know what to say and what not to say...

Mr. Housekeeper's complexion slowly returned to normal during her statement.

Alice took a deep breath and continued: "Boss Bercy is a rotten alcoholic who soaks in wine. Everyone in Kloster Street knows about it. If he doesn't like drinking, how can he have such a big belly?"

"Bah! Fart! You little bastard with a mother and no father! You are the one doing the trick!" Mrs. Belsey jumped three feet high, cursing endlessly so that even the police couldn't stand it.

Mr. Finn took out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover the corners of his mouth, coughed and raised his voice: "As this honest Miss Vergent said, I'm here to buy an old house. The location of Vergent's house is very Well, it will be convenient to use it for other purposes in the future. As an intermediary, Mr. Belsey can get a lot of money to moisten his hands. He is so happy that he drank a lot. For now, it seems that this business is still over. Well, I don't want to cause trouble for my employer."

After speaking, he squinted at Mrs. Belsey pointedly.

A stupid woman who has money and is a widow can squeeze more oil and water than a family of poor ghosts.

Between money and power, the bottom line of Mr. Police once again changed flexibly.He straightened his hat and cleared his throat: "Well, as the forensic doctor said, it was an accident. Mrs. Bercy, it's not a place for you to mess around in front of the police. Of course, in order to convince everyone, we Alice Vergent will be taken back to the police station for further investigation."

The neighbors who were watching the commotion outside burst into laughter. Mrs. Belsey blushed, and the policeman looked up at the sky in embarrassment: "It's gone, there's nothing to see. For God's sake, who will take the German Father Lull, please? We can't let Mr. Bercy lie on the ground in such a cold state. If he freezes with the ground later, it will be even more troublesome."

The audience laughed and dispersed, and those who had their own good deeds pushed the cub to run this errand.

Half an hour later, Father Denard came tremblingly. He stepped forward and glanced at Shaw Belsey, crossed himself and shook his head: "God bless, poor Mr. Belsey. "

While he was saying the prayer, little Alice folded her hands and said it too.I have to say that this child was really beautiful, with drooping eyelashes in the wind and snow and a quiet face, like an angel statue on the dome of a church overlooking the world, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to have any direct relationship with this appalling murder.

Because it was a case that had already been identified by the forensic doctor, the police did not dare to offend the distinguished guests of the United States, let alone cause trouble.It's freezing cold, why don't you go to the club and have a drink around the fire... Uh, less, just less to warm your body.

Seeing that the situation was over, Mrs. Belsey didn't even stand on her side, so she must seize the last chance to recover the loss—she didn't want to go back and forth, so she just nodded and allowed the police to call for someone to carry Mr. Bersey into the old church overnight.

If the speed is faster, a hole will be dug to bury him at dawn tomorrow.As for the compensation, since the Wilgent family intends to sell the house and leave, it is better to hold this bet firmly in their hands.

When things got to this point, the three parties strangely reached an agreement.Mrs. Belsey hurried home to check the small coffers her husband might have hidden, and Mr. Finn wanted to explain the situation to Mrs. Coffee—it was not a problem to spend money to buy a special child, but if the child was involved in a murder case, then It's another matter.

The policemen took their only "harvest" away quickly, and as for little Alice...no one cared what would happen to her when she was taken away by the police.

An accident happened on Kloster Street, and Mr. Bercy, the owner of the Bercy Cabaret Theater, died unfortunately.After this incident appeared in the newspapers, it would soon be used by the opponents of the Brandenburg City Council to attack the procrastination and laziness of the current administrative system.Of course, those are games between big shots, and have little to do with the commoners who are busy on the streets begging for a living.

"My dear little Alice, my little cutie, the little queen of Kloster Street," the sheriff sat behind the wooden table, twirling the pencil with his fingertips, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Bercy's death was an accident, which is already the consensus of everyone.However, in line with the professionalism of plucking wild goose hair and the insistence of Mrs. Belsey's purse, the police must be "responsible" for the public... Ahem, for the entertainment of the public and for their own pockets.

"..." Little Alice stayed in the bedroom wrapped in old felt for two days, during which time she kept silent to any questions from anyone, until now.

Sheriff LaMarque cleared his throat and dropped the pencil on the notebook.To be honest, he would rather face a vicious robber than compete with such a skinny little thing.Little Alice's innocence is as obvious as the lead powder on the lady's face. In a sense, she can be regarded as an outside informant of the police, and she can't break her eyes for Bercy's wife.

But who told Mrs. Belsey to give so much?

"Mr. Belsey's wife accuses you of murder... hahaha, of course we know that's nonsense, but..."

Little Alice wrapped her blanket tightly and shook her body back and forth thinking—what the police want are nothing more than two things, one is information between gangs on the pier, and the other is money.

Of these two, she didn't intend to give either of them.

The police wanted information on the Dockworkers' Association, just to claim credit from above, and whether it was there would only affect the level of their extra bounty.But those heavy physical workers who make a living by loading and unloading, once the information is leaked and thrown into prison, I am afraid they will never return.

Besides, if the fighting gang knew that the news came from his own mouth, the bodies of his grandmother and mother would be placed on the street within 24 hours.Don't say that the police will protect the informant. If they can do even one thing they promise, Alice will dare to swear to eat the begging jar of the homeless!

On the contrary, as long as she keeps her mouth shut, no one can convict a feeble ten-year-old girl.

——There are still too few bargaining chips on the bright side, otherwise he wouldn't need to get his hands dirty to kill that stupid fat Belsie.

Sergeant Lamarck obviously understood what she was thinking, and also knew that the child was always tight-lipped.But right now is a rare opportunity to seize the handle of this little thing. The New Year is coming, and the police station needs to get some income from it to add food to the festive table.And as a new police officer, he also has to handle some big cases to prove himself in order to gain a foothold.

"Okay, little one, you have to say something to get out of here today, otherwise...it will be very difficult for us."

He pulled back the chair, and the rough rubbing sound indicated that the man's patience was about to run out.

Alice filtered out the information revealed by the sheriff, and on the surface she shrank into a ball, not only was she not afraid in her heart, she even wanted to yawn a bit—she could leave the police station no matter what, and someone was protecting her outside.

If not, the policeman could use some of the methods used to torture Jews in the past.

Not Mr. Finn as the buyer, Mrs. Wilgent is also unlikely, as for the little bastards who follow her to drink soup on the street, they will not make such a head.

This person, she knew who it would be.