Chapter 2568 Dear Mr. Detective 19
Two days later, Book Harbor welcomed the April rains.
The continuous rain dyed the sky a leaden gray, and the damp moisture soaked the cracks in the stone slabs of every street.
Vincent Olga's funeral was held on such a depressing rainy day.
Countless candles were lit in the chapel, trying to dispel the chill brought by the rainy day.
Jinchen and Alrick, dressed in solemn black suits, stood side by side at the back of the crowd attending the memorial service.
They watched the priest prepare the final ceremony at the altar, and Latin prayers echoed in the slightly empty church.
At the funeral, what surprised many family members and local gentlemen who came to pay their respects was the strange young man next to Count Eugene Olga.
He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. His face was vaguely similar to the people in Olga's family, but his temperament was more quiet and even a little timid.
The count kept him by his side almost all the time and introduced him to several important family members.
"That's Julian," Alric said, his voice low enough that only Jinchen beside him could hear. "He's the son of the Earl's late sister. He's been studying at a college in the south."
"It seems that the Earl has chosen a new heir." His tone was flat.
Jinchen nodded slightly, but his gaze passed over the crowd and fell on John Olga, who was standing alone next to the black marble tombstone not far away.
John didn't look at the altar, nor at his father or his new cousin.
He stared blankly at Vincent's name on the tombstone, unaware that the rain had wet his shoulders. His face no longer had the arrogance or anxiety of the past, but only an almost numb emptiness and fatigue.
As if sensing his gaze, John turned his head and met Jinchen's gaze.
He was stunned for a moment, then a very bitter arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. He shook his head at Jinchen, then turned back and continued to stare at the cold stone tablet.
At this moment, John finally understood everything.
Even if Vincent was gone, that position, that inheritance he had longed for, envied, and even believed was his right, would never be his.
"How miserable!" Ling Gungun sighed. "Opium is such a bad thing."
Jinchen nodded in agreement.
Alric happened to catch a glimpse of this brief eye contact, and a look of doubt flashed across his green eyes, and his brows furrowed.
How come he didn't know that Cyril and John had such a good relationship.
At this moment, Sheriff Bruce also squeezed over from the side, and the rain wet the brim of his police hat.
With an expression of uncontrollable pride and eagerness on his face, he approached the two of them and said in a low voice:
"Damn it! Guess what I found out, you two?"
Bruce looked at Alric first, very arrogantly, "Admit it, Alric, sometimes you can't just rely on your mysterious intuition to solve a case, you also have to rely on my investigation! You have no idea what clues I found!"
Alric looked back at him calmly, his tone also light.
"You can choose not to speak."
Bruce: "..."
Jinchen was very considerate and took out a small notebook and pencil from his inner pocket at the right time, pretending to be ready to take notes.
"Mr. Sheriff, is there any important new discovery?"
Bruce finally caught his breath, snorted softly, and continued, "I checked Joshua Klein again! This respectable gentleman from Bayar City."
"Five months ago, not long after he came to Olga Manor, his family began to receive several large sums of financial assistance! At first, those new stupid inspectors..." Bruce did not forget to curse his colleagues.
"I thought it was Count Olga giving me aid out of friendship, and I didn't investigate further!"
He paused, watching Jinchen taking notes with his pen, then lowered his voice and spoke with the excitement of revealing a secret.
"But I rechecked the transactions between his family account and Young Master Vincent and found that all the money was transferred from Young Master Vincent!"
Jinchen paused with his pen and looked up at Bruce, "Is this... evidence?"
"Oh! Of course there's more to it than that!" Bruce's mustache practically stood on end. "What's even more remarkable is that I checked the train station records! On April 10th, the day of the murder, at noon, Vincent and Joshua each bought a train ticket to London's main city for that evening!"
His voice rose slightly with excitement, but he quickly lowered it.
"But none of them boarded that train! We've been investigating for so long and questioned so many people, but Joshua remains silent on the matter. Isn't that suspicious enough?"
This is indeed an extremely important and suspicious clue.
Even Alric's expression changed slightly. He pondered for a moment and looked at Bruce.
"So, what are you going to do?"
Bruce straightened his back. "As soon as this damn funeral is over, I will formally invite Mr. Joshua Crane to court."
"I wonder if he can still act so pitiful in court!"
After he finished speaking, as if he had already foreseen the scene of himself catching the real murderer and making a great contribution, he straightened his police uniform and walked away with a swagger.
Jinchen closed the notebook and put it back in his pocket. He leaned slightly towards Alrick and asked, "What do you think, Inspector? Could Joshua really be the murderer?"
As he spoke, he squeezed Alric's fingers that hung at his side.
In a solemn occasion like a church, surrounded by people, this is really not gentlemanly behavior.
Alric's fingertips curled up and trembled slightly.
He glanced at Jinchen warningly, telling him to behave himself.
Jinchen tilted his head slightly, an innocent and aggrieved look in his blue eyes, and his voice became even lower, almost a whisper.
"Alric, are you going to be mean to me again?"
Alric: "..."
[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 43! 】
He still didn't pull his hand back, letting the warm touch linger a little stiffly while bringing the topic back on track.
"It is indeed very suspicious."
At this time, the pastor's prayer became louder and the formal memorial service began.
The two stopped talking. Alric took off his hat and lowered his eyes slightly.
A cautious butler approached Jinchen and whispered, "Mr. Cyril, I'm Master John's personal butler. Master John wants you to go to the garden. He wants to talk to you about what happened the night before."
Jinchen was a little surprised, then nodded, "Okay, please lead the way."
He thought John might have remembered some clue that was not convenient to talk about publicly, so he whispered an explanation to Alric beside him.
"Master John is looking for me. I'll be back soon."
Alrick frowned again as he watched Jinchen leave with the servant.
The night before? The night Cyril left alone, to see John Olga?
What happened between them?
But looking at Cyril's attitude, it doesn't seem like he doubts John.
An inexplicable feeling of concern quietly grew, and Alric unconsciously rubbed the fingertips that had just been pinched by Jinchen.
He looked away unhappily and then looked forward again.
Joshua was pale and sobbing softly, relying almost all his weight on Silas, the servant beside him, to stand steadily.
Eleanor, with red eyes and a black gauze handkerchief covering her mouth, looked heartbroken.
Julian carefully supported Count Eugene's arm and whispered something, appearing particularly considerate and concerned.
Alric silently took in these people's reactions.
He stood alone at the back of the crowd, his face looking calm and distant in the flickering candlelight.
Occasionally, the cold raindrops were blown diagonally into the corridor by the wind.
Alric's gaze moved slightly and fell on the newly erected black tombstone engraved with the name Vincent Olga.
