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"Can you tell me about your itinerary from 04pm to 30:[-]? Focus on when you met the deceased."

"The previous things are no longer necessary."

"No, officer," James interrupted the policeman, "I think perhaps we should know more fully. We should know the whole itinerary of Mr. Thomson."

"Uh, this is indeed safer, okay." The policeman's tone was a little weaker.

"Then begin with Mr. Thomson entering the door."

"That should be me and Garcia talking about it," Nuvente said helplessly, "Who made us all in the financial room."

"As I said before, Thomson came to the financial office when it was almost eleven o'clock. Not only did he not help, but he caused chaos, and then left by lunch time."

"Garcia and I were in the financial office from ten o'clock to 04:30 p.m., and we didn't go out during the lunch break. It was Miss Ivy who packed the lunch for us."

"Yes, I met Mr. Thomson at lunch time at twelve o'clock." Ivy said, with a sad expression, "When I was going upstairs, because I brought too much lunch, I accidentally bumped into Mr. Thomson. His chest That little sauce mark is what I left behind."

That's why my lunch looks like it's been spilled.Bolivar thought of his hamburger that had leaked the sauce.

"My itinerary from 04 o'clock to 30:[-]..." Ivy recalled, "After Mr. Bolivar went to the meeting, I was alone in the president's office to sort out the materials, and then I went to the second floor to deliver the materials, just in time for Garcia Mr. found the... dead man, and then I went upstairs and asked Mr. Bolivar to preside over the situation."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Ivy. Later, Mr. Winster, can you tell me about your itinerary from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon? There is still time to meet Mr. Thomson?"

"I called Thomson at [-]:[-] in the afternoon," Winster said in a hoarse voice, "I had some project matters to discuss with him. I called him out because the phone conversation was unclear."

"Heh, you've been demoted. Where's the problem with the project?" Lars couldn't help mocking. He was dragged down by the other party for the problem of the number of projects that had arisen before, and now Winster is not angry.

He even speculated very sinisterly that it was Winster who deliberately gave the wrong data back then, causing him to be scolded together.

"You!" Winster gasped, but was quickly stopped by the police.

After some disputes to no avail, Winston angrily returned to the topic and began to talk about what happened afterwards.

"We found the corner outside the financial room, that is, the small corridor in front of the bathroom, and talked about some things."

"We separated after that, about 10:02 minutes later, at 30:[-]."

"Mr. Lars should be able to testify that we saw you when we came out." Winster said in a strange tone, "Didn't you stop and say something to Thomson after I walked away?"

"Ah," Russ glared at Winster with a strong tone, "I did meet the two of them in the corridor. I had to tell Thomson about some private matters, so I reminded him again. It took about five to 10 minutes Well, then I'm leaving."

"Wait, didn't you all go to the bathroom! Why didn't you say that just now!" The policeman glared at them dissatisfied.

"I didn't go into the bathroom." Winster emphasized his tone, "Mr. Police, don't slander. We just talked and said something in the front corridor."

Russ nodded: "Yes, I didn't go into the bathroom from 04:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., I just chatted outside the bathroom. I came here in the morning."

The policeman almost turned his nose in anger when he heard the two slickers secretly changing concepts.

"Speaking of which, didn't Thomson return to the office at three o'clock? Didn't Nuvent say it before. So it shouldn't have anything to do with us?" Winster yelled dissatisfiedly, and he wiped the Wiping the sweat from his forehead, "It's too hot, hurry up and go back."

"Please cooperate." The policeman suppressed his anger, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Mr. Lars, can you please tell me carefully, what private matter are you talking about? And your itinerary today." The policeman asked.

"What else can there be? Naturally, it's because he's always stuck with my funds and hasn't responded for a long time!" Lars said angrily.

"I've been correcting my previous mistakes outside today," Lars said, glaring at the young rookie. "It's all because of that kid, and we are a department that has to run around. I haven't returned to my office. I'm busy in other departments."

"However, my itinerary after 03:30 is relatively certain, and I have been on the seventh floor. I can write down the approximate itinerary for you."

Bolivar looked closely at the itinerary. He was indeed very busy. He kept running to the project department, the financial room, the personnel department, the assistant office, the marketing staff office... At about 10:[-], he was in various rooms on the seventh floor. The departments took turns, and the interval in the middle was controlled at five to [-] minutes. Judging by the time, there should be no chance to kill Thomson before rushing back to the seventh floor.

While several people were chatting, another policeman ran over and told the officer about the information just discovered by the inspection department.

"There are three call records in the deceased's mobile phone today. The first one is a call from Mr. Winster at 1:[-] in the afternoon, which lasts about a minute."

"The second one is, around 5:[-], Mr. Dex called. It took about [-] minutes."

"The third call was made at 10:2 minutes, to Miss Carpenter, three consecutive calls. The first one was rejected, and the last one lasted about [-] minutes."

"Who's Dex?"

"It's me," the rookie who made a mistake stood up, his face was livid and frightening, and his whole body was weak, "My schedule from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] today is very innocent. I was in the marketing department to make up for the mistakes I made. , only came out at three o'clock. About half an hour, my partner in the marketing department can testify for me."

"I have some personal relationships with Mr. Thomson. He had a brief exchange with me at three o'clock in the afternoon. The place was in the bathroom, and it lasted about ten minutes."

"So you went to the bathroom!"

Seeing the police officer's increasingly unfriendly eyes, he quickly defended, "He can still make phone calls after I leave, so it must not be me, right?"

This is also a reason.So that's left, the last one with no explanation.

"So, Miss Carpenter?" The policeman looked at the redhead again with an interrogation look.

"Hey," Rachel rubbed her hair in dissatisfaction, "that's why I stay here. I haven't seen Thomson at all today, who wants to see that disgusting guy."

"Oh? It seems that you have a grudge against the deceased?" The policeman's eyes were sharp, as if he had grasped some evidence.

"It's nothing special, little police officer." Rachel smiled mockingly, "Who is standing here who has no grudge against him?"

"That old guy always made harassing calls to me, so I usually ignore him, but this time because I was so annoyed that I couldn't help it, so I answered the last one. Hang up."

"I haven't left the office after two o'clock in the afternoon, so I have an alibi." Rachel snorted coldly, "I've been in the project department upstairs, and my team members can testify to me. There were two Russ Come and look, but we are also on the seventh floor, I have never been to the second floor."

The policeman gave another detective a look, and got a nod of approval from the other detective.

"Yes, we have called other employees of the company before. Miss Carpenter, Mr. Lars, Mr. Dex and others are telling the truth. But except for Miss Carpenter who has been with others, there are obvious Alibi. The rest of the staff have a solitary time slot between 04:30 and [-]:[-]."

"Your next question should be about the deceased's interpersonal relationship. Determine the motive of the murder, Mr. Police." Bolivar frowned. The document he found earlier contained detailed records, "Let me answer this question. After all, it is their boss. I am quite clear about this."

"My relationship with Thomson is not good. He is an employee exchanged by the Tij Consortium, and he has no ability. He is a related household."

"And Nufant is the real head of the finance department I appointed, and their relationship can be imagined, and work friction is inevitable."

"Ivy and Rachel have been harassed by him, or all the beautiful female employees should hate him. He will say some very ambiguous things regardless of the occasion. He will even touch his hands."

Judy frowned in disgust when she heard this.

"I don't know what Lars said. It seems that the relationship is okay, but he himself said before that he has been maliciously blocked by him."

"Garcia and I are on the same side, so the relationship between them is not very good."

The policeman frowned more and more. Considering the people in this room, is there anyone in the whole company who doesn't hate him? !

"Winster's words," Bolivar stopped, "Garcia, how did you check?"

"Yes, boss, the Minister of Finance colluded with Mr. Winster of the project department and embezzled the funds for himself, so the number of projects is so unclear." Garcia's words were very blunt, which made Winster's face change abruptly. White.

"Damn, slander! You are definitely slandering!" Winster was so angry that he spit, and Bolívar took a step back to avoid it.

Nuphant's face changed drastically when he heard the news, and he stared at Winster.After realizing the meaning behind Garcia's previous visit to the office to check the information, he turned around and gave Garcia a sharp eye.Garcia smiled apologetically at Nuvent.

"I don't know at all what embezzlement of money, this... This is definitely faked by Thomson, boss, you have to trust me, boss." Winston started rambling again, saying that he had worked hard, was old for many years, and would never Colluding with outsiders, he even began to complain that Bolivar crossed the river and demolished the bridge for not giving people a way to survive, but was forcibly stopped by the police and pulled aside.

"In short, you can also see how the relationship between Winster and Thomson is." Bolivar added tepidly, "In summary, we have a bad relationship with him, and we may attack him."

"As for the last one, Dex, he and Thomson are both from the Tij Consortium. And Dex is a newcomer, I don't know how their relationship is..."

"I, I, I have a good relationship with Mr. Thomson..." Dex stammered, but Nuvent instantly broke through.

Nuphant's tone was arrogant and sarcasm: "Don't talk nonsense, Dex. When Thomson received the second call, he went out cursing, and his face was very ugly."

This is not over yet, Nufant added with the thought of dragging two members of the foreign company into the water.

"Mr. Police, because I was curious, Thomson quarreled with someone again. I went out and took a look. I saw Dex running away in a panic at the corner."

Hey, if they are not fighting among themselves, then it is basically certain.This Dex is not a member of the Black Organization.Bolivar thought calmly, then the Tij Consortium should not be another lair of the Black Organization.

"Oh! This is very important news!" The policeman's eyes lit up a little, and he looked at Dex and said, "Do you have anything to explain?"

"This this……"

"Or can you explain what you said when you met the dead man?"

"I, I..." He froze for a moment, blushing, but he just couldn't speak.

"If you don't say it, then we have the right to arrest you as a suspect, Mr. Dex." Detective James also stepped in, with oppressive eyes.

Cold sweat rolled down Dex's face, and before he knew it, his back was soaked.

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Bolivar: Rule out a Dex.