Chapter 2558 Dear Mr. Detective 09
Jinchen had just left the living room when footsteps were heard outside the door.
John Olga came in.
This brother, who is five years older than Vincent, is listed as the number one suspect by Sheriff Bruce.
"Captain Bruce, Detective Alrick, sorry for being late."
John's voice was gentle and polite. He leaned on an exquisite cane and walked a little slowly. "With my father away, there are too many things that require my attention."
"Lunchtime is almost here. Please stay for dinner. I have something to tell you."
Alric's gaze lingered on the ebony cane in John's right hand for a moment, and he nodded: "Sorry to bother you then."
……
At the same time, Jinchen followed the maid Molly through the long corridor and came to the guest dressing room in the main house.
Jinchen pushed open the door, but did not enter immediately. He stepped aside to make way.
"Ms. Molly, we can open the door and talk to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."
Only then did Molly realize how reckless she had been.
She actually wanted to talk in the same room with a gentleman, and her cheeks flushed immediately.
"I'm sorry, sir, I was in such a hurry..."
Jinchen shook his head gently: "It's okay. You want to say something to me, right?"
Molly twisted the edge of her apron nervously, her voice low and almost losing it with nervousness.
"Your deduction in the drawing-room just now was very brilliant, but... I saw Master Vincent the other night, and he wasn't happy. He was even furious when he played the violin, and the sound was hurried and chaotic... Oh, of course, I'm not making random guesses."
As Molly spoke, her heart almost jumped into her throat. She didn't want to reveal the secret of her master's family, but she was even more worried that the real murderer could not be caught.
Jinchen guided her to slow down her speech at the right time.
The gentleman's gentle attitude gradually calmed Molly down.
"Master Vincent is very kind to us. I can't hide this."
"Actually... Master Klein... he has such terrible feelings for Master Vincent."
Jinchen raised his eyebrows slightly.
He originally thought that Joshua's feelings for Vincent had not yet been discovered, so he dared to continue living in the manor.
"This is really surprising. What kind of terrible emotion is this? Could it be..." Jinchen left the space blank just right.
Molly nodded excitedly. "Yes! Perhaps it's what you think. One night, I happened to see Master Klein...his clothes were disheveled as he left Master Vincent's room."
"God, Master Vincent must have been forced by him."
Jinchen: "...?"
He thought back to Joshua's frail frame and found it hard to imagine him being able to force anyone.
"Okay, this is very helpful for the progress of the case, thank you." Jinchen said sincerely.
Molly breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps back with a red face: "If it weren't for you, I would never dare to tell anyone about this."
"And please... don't tell anyone else that I told you."
Jinchen agreed and watched Molly leave in a hurry.
He stood at the door of the dressing room, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over the interior of the room, and his attention was drawn to the curtains, which looked too new, as if they had just been replaced.
Jinchen walked into the room and opened the curtains.
Jinchen was surprised to find that the window behind the curtain faced the garden and he could clearly see the side of the large window of the study not far away.
This angle is not visible from the garden.
He leaned out of the window and looked carefully at the outer wall of the study. He saw several unusual scratches. The wall was scratched by some sharp object, leaving several long white marks.
"Someone climbed up from there." Jinchen whispered.
He climbed out of the dressing room window, walked lightly across the garden, and came to the study window.
This location is very hidden. The person climbing the wall must be very familiar with the structure of the study in order to choose this route that will not be discovered by people in the study or noticed by people in the garden.
Jinchen simply drew a few strokes on the notebook to record the characteristics of the traces, and asked Ling Gungun to take photos for subsequent research.
[Okay~] Zero Gungun responded happily.
Jinchen moved lightly, trying to replicate the wall-climbing posture without damaging the traces.
After repeating the experiment twice, he jumped back to the ground and made a note in his notebook.
"Left-handed, between 170cm and 175cm tall."
“That’s really good progress.”
Tell this clue to your wife.
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At lunch time, everyone sat down in the restaurant.
The long wooden dining table was covered with a crisp white tablecloth, and the silverware gleamed in the candlelight.
Eleanor bowed her head in prayer before eating.
Alric casually asked, "Is Miss Eleanor a Catholic?"
"Yes," replied Eleanor, much more composed. "Don't you know? Vincent is a Catholic too."
Alric obviously did not expect this answer. He raised his eyes in surprise and looked straight at Eleanor.
After being stunned for a few moments, he quickly calmed down.
Only Jinchen noticed his loss of composure.
"Really?" Alric responded lightly, a complicated look flashing in his green eyes.
Jinchen put the lamb chops he had just cut on Alrick's plate and asked softly, "Alrick, what's wrong with you?"
Alrick glanced at Jinchen and calmed down a little: "Nothing."
But he still ate in silence, his fingers gripping the wine glass a little tighter than usual, his eyes dark, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Jinchen didn't ask any more questions, but turned his attention to the other side of the table, his eyes lingering on John Olga.
The eldest son is using the knife and fork skillfully with his left hand.
Left-handed.
Jinchen didn't expect that someone would respond to that clue so quickly.
He observed John's every move calmly, thinking about how to test him further.
At the same time, Jinchen was also thinking about another question.
Is Alric a little too concerned about Vincent?
This is very, very bad.
"Master John, are you okay?" Jinchen asked casually.
John put down his knife and fork, his brows filled with sorrow. "Thank you for your concern. I..."
He suddenly choked up, attracting everyone's attention.
Jinchen didn't expect that this man would start crying after a disagreement. He paused in chewing the lamb chops, confirmed that John was not going to cry loudly, and then continued chewing with relief. He supported his head with his hands and listened in a not very elegant manner, but everyone at the table had their own thoughts and no one cared.
Seeing that they didn’t eat, Ling Gungun huddled in the corner of the dining table, listening to stories while digesting the food. There was a huge table full of delicious food!
"I...I'm in so much pain. These past few days, I've been dreaming about Vincent, my dear brother, every night. I miss him so much."
John held his forehead with his hand, and the sadness in his tone was no less than Eleanor's just now.
"In fact, Vincent and I have a very good relationship. I have to admit that when my father decided on the heir, I was filled with jealousy and resentment. But Vincent... he's been so good to me, so good that I couldn't possibly do anything to hurt him. Without him, my life would be dull and ordinary, devoid of all meaning."
Jinchen: "...?"
He slowly sat up straight, his expression becoming increasingly intriguing.
Vincent, so kind to everyone.
How strange.
