Chapter 2592 Dear Mr. Detective 43
The temporary holding room of the Court Police Supervision Bureau.
It was even colder and damper here than the last time Jinchen came here. The walls were filled with a musty smell that made people feel uncomfortable.
There was only one day left until Joshua Crane was publicly hanged.
Jinchen walked in alone.
Joshua Klein curled up on the simple iron bed in the corner of the room, still wearing the expensive-looking, wrinkled, and stained gentleman's suit.
After just a few days of not seeing him, he had lost a lot of weight, with sunken eye sockets and prominent cheekbones, looking as sinister and anxious as a trapped beast.
Hearing the footsteps, Joshua looked up suddenly and saw that the person coming was Jinchen. An almost crazy light burst out of his bloodshot eyes.
He climbed up from the bed using his hands and feet and staggered to the table.
"Cyril! Inspector Cyril!"
Joshua's voice was hoarse and raspy, and he was impatient. "You're finally here! Have you investigated everything? Who is the real murderer? Why haven't you bailed me out yet? I've had enough of this place! I can't stay in this damn place for another minute!"
His mental state was clearly on the verge of collapse.
The countdown to death is like a blunt knife, torturing your nerves every minute and every second.
Jinchen stood a few steps away from the table with a calm expression.
"As you wished, Mr. Klein, I have indeed investigated the identity of the murderer."
Joshua asked anxiously, "Who was it? Who ruined my plan? Was it John, right? Or that damn Julian? Tell me!"
His tone was filled with a crazy obsession.
It seemed that as long as he knew that the murderer was not himself, he could immediately break free from the shackles of death.
At this moment, the door of the holding room was gently pushed open again.
Alric walked in slowly, with the collar of his windbreaker slightly open and a nonchalant, even playful expression on his face.
He walked straight to Jinchen, put his hand lazily on his shoulder, then lowered his green eyes and looked at Joshua, who looked like a madman, with interest.
Joshua's entire attention was focused on Jinchen, and he didn't immediately pay attention to Alrick's arrival, and he asked stubbornly.
"Tell me! Who is it?"
Jinchen took advantage of the situation and gently hugged Alrick's slender waist, stroking it lightly with his fingertips.
Then he looked up at Joshua.
"It's you."
The madness and anticipation on Joshua's face froze, like a frozen ice sculpture. He was stunned for several seconds, the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably, and his expression gradually became distorted.
"What are you talking about?"
Joshua slammed the table. "Didn't I tell you? I didn't give him a lethal dose! I backed off! I didn't kill him!"
"But unfortunately, you poisoned me for the second time."
Jinchen tightened his grip around Alrick's waist slightly, performing an unspoken show.
"You purchased the black orchid poison and added the final dose to Vincent's body. Aren't you the murderer?"
Joshua was completely stunned, his mouth open, but no sound came out.
He murmured, his eyes unfocused, "How is this possible... How is this possible..."
"...Whose investigation result is this?! Who is it? Is it you! Inspector Alrick!" He finally turned his gaze to Alrick, who had been leaning against Jinchen with an intimate and relaxed posture.
Seeing Jinchen considerately pull out a relatively clean wooden chair for him, Alrick sat down gracefully.
He met Joshua's frightened and angry gaze, nodded slightly, and raised the corners of his lips in a standard gentleman's smile with a hint of mockery, and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"It's a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Klein. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm... Croft."
Joshua: “???”
His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he staggered backward uncontrollably, hitting the cold wall heavily.
Croft, the Scarlet Gentleman…
He seemed to have finally figured something out, his eyes became crazy and resentful, staring at Alrick and Jinchen.
"It's you...you framed me! You didn't even bother to find the real murderer!"
"Or is it because of my identity? You don't dare to touch the real mastermind, so you drag me out to take the blame? Is that right?"
Joshua growled incoherently, trying to use his family background to put pressure on them, but he knew clearly how powerless it was in a place like this, facing these two people.
"How could I be the murderer... How could I kill Vincent... I was so..."
His voice later faded into an indistinct muttering filled with pain and confusion, and his body slowly slid down the wall, collapsing on the ground with his hands on his head.
At this time, the door of the detention room was pushed open again.
Sheriff Bruce came in hurriedly after hearing that someone was coming to visit the prison.
He was obviously relieved when he saw that it was Alric and Jinchen.
Then he heard Joshua's neurotic whisper, touched his mustache in curiosity, and said "Hey".
"This is really strange," Sheriff Bruce muttered. "He's almost on the gallows, and he's still insisting he's not the murderer. How come when you two show up, he... seems to admit it?"
Although Bruce felt strange, he obviously didn't intend to delve into it. He turned to Alric and his face became serious.
"Bad news, Inspector. Silas... Joshua's valet, he's run away."
As an important accomplice and witness in this case, Silas's escape was undoubtedly a major flaw.
Sheriff Bruce looked unhappy, and was obviously under a lot of pressure because of this matter.
Upon hearing this, Alric just snorted lightly, with undisguised contempt flashing across his green eyes, and his tone was his usual mocking one.
"Your subordinates are still so useless, Bruce. They can't even keep an eye on one person."
Sheriff Bruce was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and retorted in a low voice: "I know, I know!"
"I'll replace him once this case is completely over! How many times do you have to say this?"
Alric was too lazy to argue with him and just frowned impatiently: "...It's so noisy."
He then warned, his tone slightly more serious, "Don't just be angry. Watch out tonight, or someone might come to break into the prison."
Sheriff Bruce was unhappy, but he knew the seriousness of the matter. He nodded and said in a muffled voice, "That's right. I'll send more people."
Joshua was completely ignored and sat slumped in the corner, with only a dead look of numbness and despair on his face.
