Chapter One Hundred and Fortieth: Whose Blood Clothes Are
After hanging up the phone, I went to the scene. The police had arrived and the workers also received the news. They surrounded each other in groups, but were soon dispersed by the people from the factory security department.
At this time, a female detective with short hair, dark skin but beautiful facial features came to me and asked seriously: "Are you the victim's family?"
"Yes, I am his son." I couldn't cry under the huge grief, and my emotions gradually stabilized after I spoke to the factory director.
"Do you know who your father is not very good with? Judging from his condition when he died, it is very likely to be a vendetta, and the other party seems to be full of anger at your father."
"My father is a good man, and his social relations are very simple. All workers familiar with him in the factory can testify." My hands subconsciously covered the clothes hidden in my chest. For me, I would never disclose any information from the factory director to the police. I could not let him die so easily, even if I die, I have to follow my way.
What's more, the factory director is a wizard. Even if he tells the police, the case will still be handed over to the wizard army for handling. Considering the influence of the insect king, this matter is very likely to be left unresolved.
After all, Director Lu is a powerful ghost beast master, and it has something to do with the insect king. I am just a new little wizard.
Although the potential is unlimited, without the power of a wizard, you will really take potential seriously unless you really grow up immediately.
My father's "evil" way of death involves things in the wizard world. The police in the human world are not only powerless, but also add obstacles to me.
The deeper I go into the wizard world, the more I understand that it is impossible for any wizard to be killed by the human world.
"I don't need to prove how good your father is. What I need to prove is that who is likely to be suspected of a crime."
"Then please work hard to investigate, instead of discussing with me here. If I had the ability to solve cases, I would have caught the murderer long ago." I was so angry that I was extremely angry.
"Xiao Fang, calm down. Officer Zhou is investigating this case..."
The female detective interrupted him and continued to say to me: "I can understand your feelings at this time, but this is definitely not an excuse for you to lose your temper. If you really expect to find out the murderer who killed your father as soon as possible, please be sure to cooperate with our actions. These actions include investigations on your father's daily behavior and social relations. I am not a person who likes to explore other people's life chores, but this is the key to solving the case, so I hope you can cooperate."
Under her serious attitude, my hot mind gradually calmed down. I sat dejectedly on the ground for a long time before shook my head powerlessly: "I am not a careful son. I hardly know about my father's life, because I have never cared about it."
Speaking of this, I could no longer suppress my regret, and tears flowed down. Only when I lost did we know that I regretted it, but it was useless. My father finally passed away when I was completely unexpected.
Seeing my current state, the female police officer did not just ask the result, but asked two intern police officers to accompany me. I don’t know how long it took, but saw the car from the funeral home driving in and transporting my father’s body into the car. My life ended like this, and I felt a little desperate in my subconscious.
My mother has not notified me for the time being, and the factory is still discussing some follow-up matters. They will not rashly contact my mother if they don’t discuss these matters and will not contact her rashly.
After a while, I received a call from the factory director, and he said, "If you feel that your emotions are enough to support our conversation, then I will come in, otherwise I'd better wait for you to calm down and talk later. I think the police should be there, and this is not the time to talk nonsense."
"Don't worry, your clothes are all here with me and have not been sold yet. Let's have an interview." I almost bit and said this, and the police officers around me didn't hear the implicit sound.
"Okay, then we'll make up for it." After saying that, he hung up the phone. After a few minutes, the factory manager's Buick slowly drove into the scene. After getting off the car, he walked straight to me and said, "Xiao Fang, I was really shocked after hearing about this. Please forgive me."
Before I could speak, the female police officer walked up to him and frowned and said, "Director Lu, you have always been an advanced enterprise in production safety. Such a big case will happen. Moreover, from the scene of the crime, we initially judged that the murderer should be someone who is very familiar with the scene."
Director Lu subconsciously glanced at me, and his expression seemed a little unnatural: "What you mean is that the murderer may be hiding in the factory."
"Yes, we suspect that the murderer should be someone in the factory. Can you provide personal information about the employees on duty in the morning shift these days? We may need to investigate this."
"This is fine, I will ask someone to do it immediately. In addition, no matter what kind of help you need, I will do my best to satisfy you. In short, we must solve the case as soon as possible. Fang Gong is a senior engineer and a respected old employee in the factory. He must not let him die so unknown."
"Don't worry about this. Our responsibility is to arrest criminals. I think you can get your help, and it should be twice the result with half the effort to solve the case."
After the two of them exchanged a few greetings, the female police officer left. Director Lu said to me: "Xiao Fang, come to my office."
I understood what he meant, and immediately followed the factory director silently and went all the way to his office. On the way, I wanted to deal with him several times, but I always stopped my behavior at the most critical moment. The factory director seemed to be not wary of me at all, just walked with his head down. Facing this trick, I became even more angry.
When I opened the office door, although it had been cleaned up, the fact that the cabinet door was kicked into pieces and was bumpy by me could not be changed. The factory manager looked around and said without saying a word, and closed the door and said, "Why are you saying that I killed Fang Gong?"
I took out the black clothes that the murderer wore from my body and threw them hard into his face. Suddenly, a snow-white tentacle stretched out from his chest to wrap the black clothes, and then the tentacles wrapped around the black clothes slowly reached in front of me. The sudden scene made me stunned.
The tentacles on the factory manager’s chest are similar to those of an octopus, but the color is white and there is no suction cup on the surface, and they can be stretched and retracted at will. Could it be that the factory manager is a mutant, not a wizard?
I heard the factory manager say calmly: "Put your clothes first, this is not my thing at all."
Because the murderer's face was covered, I didn't see clearly his appearance, but no matter what, I decided to be the factory manager. This principle is very simple. With my father's character, I really can't think of who the second person with a motive for murder would be except for him.
Chapter completed!