The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

On the way back, Garcia couldn't help asking, "Boss, is this the end of Thomson's matter?"

"Otherwise." Bolivar's heart tightened, he lowered his head and pretended to write an email to the boss of the black organization.

"That guy Winster doesn't have the guts to do such a thing." Garcia held the steering wheel, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Yes, he really has no guts. It's just bad luck." Bolivar said with a little anger from nowhere, "Those, FBI..."

"How many years has he been a vegetarian in the dead body, and he has done so many troublesome things, he is confused. He still doesn't want to go down by himself..."

"At the beginning, he was indeed one of the first few veterans who were willing to invest in Grid. But he didn't have the skills, and he was unwilling to only take dividends..." Bolivar felt that he should change to a more ruthless tone that fit the identity of the black organization, but Can't say it anyway.

"Just in time for the police to close the case quickly, and the sensitive incidents that the FBI is investigating are related to him. How sensitive it is to be arrested for espionage or mysteriously disappear, but if they are arrested for murder, even those behind him, I can't imagine the FBI doubting myself."

"This case is a perfect excuse for him to disappear from public view and fall into the hands of the FBI." Bolivar's tone became increasingly sarcastic.

"Pfft, the three parties present who were able to exonerate him all disliked him. It's really bad luck." Garcia laughed.

"So, who is the real murderer?" Garcia thought for a moment, "I began to suspect that it was Dex, but then I felt that he was not so cautious and smart. I think this approach is more like Rachel, but Rachel should not be so cautious. Great strength."

"Do you really believe the autopsy report issued by those inspectors?" Bolivar glanced at him.

"Of course not, but it's true that there were no traces of Rachel's footprints in the house. And her alibi is undeniable." Garcia retorted, "I saw you ask Nufant earlier. It seems I got an answer from him."

"Hmm... Nuvent didn't see Thomson chasing him out for a full 30 seconds."

Garcia came to a sudden: "So there was no chasing and hitting at all, and it was not a chokehold and hit the table. The impact wound was made by Dex, or Thomson himself."

"Well, Dex lied. Of course, if the police asked him, he could say that Thomson slipped and fell."

"It is estimated that when the two were arguing, he pushed Thomson down and hit the platform, so no one was stained with blood. And Thomson may have fallen twice in a row."

"Because of this, Thomson was dizzy. After all, he is not young, and he fell somewhere enough for him to drink a pot. And the third person who entered the bathroom at this moment-may have been planning to kill him, or it could be an accident , found this opportunity, and wanted to take the opportunity to smother him to death."

"Smothered?"

"Yes, it should be the posture commonly used by those policemen, with their knees on their necks, and their hands controlling Thomson's hands to prevent him from resisting." Bolivar thought of something not so good, his brows were gloomy, "I want to let He suffocated."

"This is also the reason why the blood on the hand is relatively complete, there is no scratch, because it was contaminated when he touched the wound."

"After all, it's all too coincidental. Who would believe that a long-planned murderer just happened to see a semi-conscious victim in a hidden place?"

"That handkerchief should have been used to pad the junction between the knee and the neck."

"So it really was Rachel who did it?" Garcia thought about the pose, even a young woman could easily restrain a man and kill the unconscious Thomson, "But even if she can cover the footprints, There was no detection of Rachel's skin flakes on Thomson, and her alibi..."

"The smell of perfume is a breakthrough." Bolivar slowly cleared his mind, "The perfume smell on Rachel's body is very unique, and it is easy to stick to other places. I just smelled that on Lars and Ivy this morning. breath."

"The handkerchief and Thomson also had a little strange smell that could hardly be felt. Although it was diluted by the strong smell of blood and the smell of the trash can, it should be the base smell of that perfume."

"Lars and Rachel should be a couple, and they have a very good relationship. I suspect that Lars may have committed the crime alone, and Rachel may have given him false testimony, or they may have joined forces."

"They used the phone to confuse the time of death!" Garcia also understood, "Thomson died before Rachel's call! It may be using the timer dial function of the phone!"

"It's probably the handkerchief that started everything, or the morning quarrel between Russ and Thomson that Russ hasn't been specific about. But I'm more inclined to think that Rachel accidentally picked up the handkerchief and got inspired."

"Afterwards, they discussed taking the opportunity to kill that nasty pervert and blame Winster."

"Russ does everything, Rachel assumes the suspicions, and fakes calls to confuse the time of death."

"The two worked together so that no one had a full alibi."

"Their personalities also fit the overall vibe of this case."

"Smart, fast, efficient, concise,"

"Also, Mr. FBI should have noticed this too." Bolivar finally concluded.

"However, there is no obvious evidence in this case. Even if he pointed out the murderer, the evidence is not enough to prove this point. There are too many explanations that can exploit loopholes. So he pushed the boat along the way and counted it as an excuse from the sky. The arrest was suspected and those things Got Winster in touch."

"No, in this case, why don't you guess that Ivy and Rachel are a couple?" Garcia asked back, looking confident, directly making Bolivar speechless.

"After all, Lars has an alibi, doesn't he? Ivy doesn't. All this is inference. It may be that Rachel helped Lars make a false testimony, or it may be that Ivy and Rachel cooperated."

"..." I have to say that this inference is very correct, and it is much more reliable than Lars' forged dialing records that I thought before.

"Well, my previous inference was too hasty." Bolivar couldn't help but grit his teeth, and he changed the topic.

"I should be thankful to Winster, if not for him, I would have lost a marketing manager and probably a capable project manager."

"My nascent company can't stand such a heavy blow. It lost three managers overnight."

"It may also be two managers and an assistant." Garcia couldn't help correcting, and then saw Bolivar's dark face, smiled, and took the topic away with kindness.

"However, since it is not a coincidence that the carotid sinus is pressed, but the neck is deliberately pressed. This is a very painful way to die. After all, ordinary people cannot accurately find the location, and the death process is much longer than a knife. The victim couldn't struggle and had no strength, and gradually felt that he was dying..." Garcia recalled the process, "It seems that our new project manager hates Mr. Thomson very much."

"Who knows." Bolivar sent the email absently. He didn't want to recall the whole story of this matter carefully. After all, he was new here, and it was impossible for him to do such thankless things as fighting the FBI.

Garcia agreed, "Indeed, we don't care about the disputes between them. Why bother to provoke them for an unpleasant Thomson. As long as you don't be stupid and involve the company, don't actively participate in it."

"However, the fact that they are lovers really needs to be avoided... I plan to transfer Lars to a branch office," Bolivar thought, and said, "Can a great love pass the test of a long-distance relationship?"

"If the real couple is Ivy and Rachel, then is Russ lying on the ground?" Garcia couldn't help breaking the stage again.

"Is this topic endless? Garcia." Bolivar couldn't help raising his tone.

Garcia smiled and stopped the car quickly. During the conversation, he had reached the door of Bolivar's apartment. Bolivar got out of the car with a cold face. When the door was about to close, Garcia suddenly stopped him.

"Boss," Bolivar turned back and saw Garcia's expression was rarely serious, "Have you encountered any trouble recently? I can solve it for you."

"..." Bolivar looked into the amber eyes of the other party, hesitated for a few seconds, and then turned his head, "You feel wrong, I have nothing to worry about."

"Okay," Garcia resumed his foolish look, squinting his eyes and shaking his hands, "I really admire you."

Bolivar felt that the emotion he had just felt was completely overwhelmed. He closed the door heavily, leaving the other party's ridicule behind him, and he sighed slowly after a while...

You are also one of the sources of my troubles...

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we got home, Bolivar first threw away all his clothes, shoes and socks, and then took a bath carefully.Take out some of the vegetables and meat in the kitchen, wash and cut into pieces and cook, mix together and sprinkle with sesame seeds, white vinegar and Caesar dressing to make a simple salad.

I ate too greasy at noon, so I lost my appetite at night.

But more likely, the reason for the lack of appetite is not noon...

Thinking of the hamburger with fries at noon, Bolivar fell silent. He remembered that there was a pair of disposable plastic gloves in the bag.

Rachel and the others probably used this glove for protection.It is normal to take extra pairs of disposable gloves in the cafeteria.No one will be suspicious.One layer covers the inside, and one layer covers the outside, so that the inner layer is directly thrown together with the hamburger bag, and no one will suspect...

He turned on the faucet, and while washing the used tableware and kitchen utensils, he reviewed what happened today.

He was really angry, but he couldn't speak at all.The outlook on life that I have formed over the past twenty years has received a huge impact today.Whether it was the indifferent attitude of the people around him, the danger of the black organizations, or the FBI's indifference, he couldn't accept it.

He had to wonder, is it because the protagonist in this world is a detective, so the world will consciously weaken the power of the police and orthodoxy, and amplify the evil thoughts in people's hearts, and consciously increase the number of murders?

If this matter is true, he can't sit still like this anymore.

The corners of Bolivar's lips pressed down slightly, scrubbing the used dishes and tableware, and then sent them to the dishwasher disinfection cabinet one by one. After disinfection, the process was repeated again, and finally sent to the dryer.

No way, cleanliness is such a waste of time and effort.

After finishing everything, he returned to his study, turned on his computer and mobile phone, and planned to sort out the information on the members of the organization related to him first.

Buzzing, the mobile phone belonging to the organization vibrated slightly, indicating that a new email had been received.

He had previously reported to his current boss in a timely manner about today's case and Nufant's dereliction of duty.

Seems like the time has come for a reply...

Bolivar opened the email anxiously, and the words on it were very brief: "Understood. Don't worry about the matter of Nufant, I have already sent someone to deal with it."

"The FBI is already investigating, don't be impulsive, don't be discovered by them."

"..."

Nufant dealt with?Which treatment?

Bolivar gasped.

At the same time, Nufant got out of the taxi and turned the door of his house with the key.

The moment he closed the door, he felt a cold, hard object hit the back of his head, and his heart trembled.

He slowly raised his hand, recalling what happened today, and finally stopped on Garcia's apologetic smile.

XX, the little bastard hurt me!

Nuvent felt a little more confident, and heard the hoarse and cold voice from behind him: "Nuffant, that gentleman asked me to ask you, where did you go after seven o'clock last Friday night? "

"..." Nuvent's heart sank, and he said in a nonchalant tone, "What? Seven o'clock last Friday night? Of course I'm at home, otherwise where would I go."

The people behind were silent, and Newfound became anxious, and he quickly said: "I definitely did not betray the organization!"

"The thing about Thomson and Winster was my negligence! It wasn't intentional!"

"I'm still useful, you can't give up on me just because of one mistake."

"...You really don't give up when you don't see the Yellow River," a leisurely tease came from the other direction, and Nufent was startled. He didn't realize that there were still people there at all, and there were actually two people...

Nuvent frowned: "I just made a mistake, if you do this, the other members will be chilled..."

"You did make a mistake," the younger man from the other direction teased with a smile, "but we didn't look for you because of your mistake."

Cold sweat rolled down Nuvent's forehead.

"Why are you being caught by such a stupid Thomson, because you have been secretly falsifying financial information for several months." Nuphant was a clear ghost, explaining everything clearly, "But do you think we can't find out, do you secretly go out at night to contact and cooperate with those people?"

"The pub you've chosen is a great place, but the vacant room next to it is the base of a photography hobby society!"

"!!!"

"Honestly, you leaked something." The voice was oppressive, "Honestly, we can find out after careful investigation. If you tell the truth, we can give you a happy ending. Otherwise, you know..."

"..."

"boom--"

"You don't dare to kill me," Nufant said with pain in his right leg, knelt on the ground on one knee, enduring the pain, "Today there was a murder case in Grid, and one person died and another was taken away. If Finding out that I was killed, this matter will definitely attract the attention of the police.”

"If so many people die in a short period of time, Grid Company will be finished. If you want the complete Grid to serve you, you won't do so."

"Heh, you don't need to worry about this matter." The two people behind did not know what they did, tied up Nuvente with rope and tape and took him away. At the same time, another blond beauty came in through the window.

"Bermod, I'm counting on you."

"Understood," Belmode put the prepared disguise mask on his face, and his face instantly became exactly like Newfoundland, and his voice became hoarse and old when he spoke again, "There is someone in that company who can cooperate with me. , right. After all, I don't know how to do those financial statements."

"Yes, Assistant Director Garcia is the leader there."

"If you encounter any problems, you can find him. Send work problems to Cognac's mailbox. He will give you an answer on how to do it."

"It only takes about a month. Garcia will find an opportunity to transfer Nuvente to another place, and then let him die in an accident."

"You guys have to move faster," Belmode smiled, "Don't be unable to ask anything for a month, I think this old guy has a very strict mouth."

"Hmph, don't worry about it."

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The author has something to say:

Congratulations to Thomson and Newvent for successfully receiving the box lunch.

Newvent, Thomson: Swearing.

Our classmate Bolivar has sensed the danger...

Garcia: My inference is obviously more likely than yours, why not let me say it?