The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

The distribution of the entire grid is very simple. The ninth floor on the top floor is Bolivar's office, the eighth to fourth floors are the research and development room, the third floor is the meeting room, the second floor is the office of each department head, and the first floor is the general staff office, the front desk , restaurant and meeting rooms.

"Mr. Garcia stopped all the witnesses at the time, and sent security guards to block the passages up and down the second floor." Ivy slowly told the story of what happened before as she led the way.

"He issued a notice saying that the building will be thoroughly disinfected today and asked all employees to leave the company within 10 minutes after get off work."

"Currently all ordinary employees on the first floor have been evacuated."

"Mr. Garcia called the police at about 45:[-], but he used the public statement that someone was stealing business secrets."

"He has done a good job." Bolivar breathed a sigh of relief, "If those guys who only show off their tongues know, our company's shares and reputation will be affected."

The impact of a homicide on the company is too great.There are even many small companies that went bankrupt because of this, and their employees ran away.Those media may also slander themselves, such as abusing employees or something.

For a while, the thought of being on the street after bankruptcy occupied his mind, and Bolivar thought of himself sitting under the shop window, wrapped in a torn quilt, pitiful...

! ! ! ! !

In short, this, this, absolutely not!

Bolivar's eyes were fierce: "We must not let those media know what happened here."

As for the unlucky guy who died, Bolivar had mixed emotions. The place where he lived before was always safe and stable.This was the first time he encountered a murder case, and the fear of facing death and corpses diluted all other emotions.

He followed Ivy down the stairs to the bathroom on the second floor. At the door stood the sleazy Millikin policemen, as well as Garcia and Mr. Newvent, the deputy director of finance—a gray-haired old man in his 50s who was still very motivated. .

There were also a few people around, and Bolivar saw that they were all acquaintances.

Ms. Rachel, the newly appointed director of the project department, Mr. Lars, the director of the marketing department, Mr. Winster, the former director of the project department, and the young newcomer who made a mistake before.

The rest of the ordinary employees had already left, they didn't come upstairs, and they didn't know what happened.

"Is this the director of Grid, Mr. Rosales?" A man who looked a little familiar came up to him and held out his hand to Bolivar, "Fortunately, I am the FBI investigator, James Black. "

Wait, James Black?Isn't this person one of the several agents who followed Akai Shuichi?It seems to be the leader of their team?A person who is suspected by Conan fans and has a background in the black organization.

He looked at the past carefully, and the man with the obvious beard was indeed the appearance of James in his memory.Behind him was a blond woman with glasses, and it was that Judy! ?

Why hasn't he gone to Neon yet?

No, I should ask, how did this matter provoke the FBI?

Bolivar instantly became vigilant, something was unusual.Could it be that they found information about some black organization?

"FBI?" Bolivar frowned and said jokingly, "Why, is the case serious enough?"

In Millikin, only particularly difficult or vicious cases would invite the FBI to join in and help solve the problem.Ordinary cases are generally resolved by state police.

"You're joking, we just dropped in to help when we heard about a case." James smiled politely.

Bolivar also smiled: "Thank you so much. With capable FBI agents, at least the speed of solving the case is guaranteed."

Hearing this sentence, the faces of the policemen present were not very good. The efficiency of the FBI in solving crimes is indeed faster than that of ordinary police.But being pointed out like this made them very uncomfortable.

James quickly waved his hand: "It doesn't mean that. Everyone is making better for Millikin, and they are all an indispensable part. We just have convenience in certain permissions, so it will appear faster. That's all. "

Bolivar casually played a few rounds of Tai Chi with him before asking about the case: "Can I see the scene?"

"Of course." James agreed very happily, "We also need your help to confirm the identity. After all, all the insiders, including the reporter, may be suspects."

Bolivar, wearing shoe covers, followed the FBI agent to the scene of the crime, which was the door of the bathroom.For the first time, I clearly saw my financial manager-Mr. Pierre Thomson.

The deceased fell to the ground with a wound on his head, and the blood overflowed to his face, which was in a semi-solidified state, and his face had an unnatural cyan color.His posture was very awkward, he was twisted and fell to the ground.

There were a lot of bloodstains on the ground and the feet of the bathroom table.And Bolivar noticed that even the arms and fingers of the deceased were stained with some blood, and there were some blood marks on the soles of the shoes and trousers.

The whole room was filled with the smell of toilet disinfectant and the smell of blood, accompanied by a vague smell, which stimulated people's nerves.

Bolivar clearly saw the eye-catching red under the body of the deceased and the splashing blood spots around him, the dazzling red that seemed warm, and the dilated pupils of the deceased staring at him...

This made him couldn't bear it anymore, and he rushed out.He felt his stomach churn, but if he was asked to hug the trash can, he would definitely not do it.

Standing in the corridor for a while, his disgust for the trash can actually made him suppress the sourness in his mouth, and he just retched twice.

"Ugh—" he felt those agents chasing after him.

"Are you okay, Mr. Rosales?" An agent handed him a bottle of water. He politely refused, waved his hands repeatedly, and tore open the chocolate in his pocket, diluting the bitterness and sweetness in his mouth. Rust smell.

"Ugh—" But the chocolate made him want to throw up even more.

How did Ivy just finish off a big glass of chocolate drink?Won't you be nauseated?

At this moment, he really regretted why he came to Conan World.

The only good thing is that the surrounding employees were all outside, so he didn't see this scene, at least he saved his face...

"Sorry, this is the first time you've seen the crime scene..." James smiled apologetically.

"...It's okay." After a few minutes of delay, Bolivar wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, regained his calm and composed look, and nodded to James, "That gentleman is indeed my manager of the financial department. "

"Thank you for your help," another policeman whispered to his colleagues, "The identity of the deceased can be confirmed, let's start the questioning."

Those few policemen recorded the identity information of everyone present and began to conduct basic inquiries.Because Bolivar was not at the first scene, he was not a suspect, so he also mingled with the police and watched.

Anyway, Bolivar didn't understand why he didn't separate everyone and take them to a clean place alone for questioning.Such a group of people gathered together to ask for information. Aren't they afraid of collusion?

After thinking about it, he couldn't find an answer. He could only think that his thoughts were too dirty.People here will not collude on the spot.

"The deceased is Pierre Thomson, the financial director of Grid Company, Englishman, 53 years old. Judging from the body, the estimated time of death is three hours to one hour ago. That is, from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm .”

"The wound was on the back of the head, and the murderer killed him by beating him hard with a hard object."

"Found by Mr. Garcia Brown at four thirty-five in the afternoon."

"Yes," Garcia said bluntly, looking extremely dissatisfied. He glanced at Bolivar, as if a little irritable, "I have been sorting out the materials in the financial room before, and I thought about it at about 04:30 Went to the bathroom and found out about this."

"Then where are you from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon?" The policeman looked at Garcia vigilantly, as if he was torturing a prisoner.

"I've been in the treasury room, and Mr. Nuffint, who was with me, can testify."

"Yes, I can testify." The white-haired old man stood up and affirmed Garcia's statement, "We have been in the financial room after two o'clock in the afternoon, and Pierre is also in the financial room, but he went out three times."

"Huh? You are Mr. Newvent. Since you are in the same department as Mr. Thomson, can you please explain in detail, what information do you know? For example, Mr. Thomson's situation today?"

"Yes, he was late today. He came to the company around eleven o'clock in the afternoon. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

"Assistant Garcia came to the financial room in front of Thomson to find information."

Garcia nodded in affirmation of Nuvente's statement.

"Then he left again at twelve o'clock. It was lunch break. After lunch break at two o'clock in the afternoon, he came to the office for a while, but was quickly called out. But he came back soon, and then around three o'clock Got called out again and never came back to the office after that."

Nuvent spread his hands helplessly.

"It seems too much." A policeman was already muttering, "This employee is too free..."

"Then, has this bathroom been unused from two o'clock to 04:30?" The policeman asked the people around him, "Has anyone visited this bathroom in the afternoon?"

The few people around look at me and I look at you, but no one speaks.Obviously some people have a guilty conscience, but they are unwilling to stand up.

"This bathroom is a separate configuration for the financial department, and it is located at a side. If other people want to go to the bathroom, they usually choose another one." Finally, Garcia stood up and answered.

"This is indeed a reasonable explanation." The policeman frowned, and Bolivar felt in a trance that he saw Officer Mumu.Are all the policemen in Conan's world so inexplicable?

"So, did anyone see Mr. Thomson today?" The policeman changed the question, and feeling the dead silence around him, he couldn't help asking again, "Did no one see Mr. Thomson today? You all It was the suspect on the second floor when the crime happened."

"...No, Mr. Police. Today, the people left today may have met all of them before, Mr. Thomson..." Garcia stood up again and took the initiative to ease the embarrassment.Before the police came, he had simply questioned all the people on the second floor and checked the situation.

"Except for the boss, even Ivy has encountered it before."

"All?" The policeman raised his head subconsciously, and glanced at the red-haired project director Rachel, the marketing director Russ, the former project director Winster, the newcomer who made a mistake before, and the life assistant Ivy.

This does not include Garcia and Newvent, who were in the same room as the deceased.

This is not science, isn't it a choice of three?

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The author has something to say:

Bolivar: Trembling, encountered a murder on the first day of work.The cops have come to the lair of the black organization, can this be okay! ?