Chapter: 1005
Klein thought for a while, and without consulting Lawyer Jurgen, he replied directly, "Two to three minutes."
He's talking about real personal feelings.
Another police officer raised his eyebrows and said, "Many nearby residents can confirm that you entered Isengard Stanton's house around 2:10 pm, and we arrived at the scene at 2:28 pm, that is to say , you were in the house for eighteen minutes or so, not two or three minutes!
"What have you been doing for such a long time? Why didn't you leave and call the police?"
Eighteen minutes have passed? Klein suddenly frowned.
He felt that he had been in a stalemate with the one who was watching silently for at most a minute, how come a full eighteen minutes had passed?
Was that strange feeling of being pegged confusing my sense of time, or was it something else? Is this the other party's extraordinary ability? If it is really the owner of the demon dog, he must have at least a Sequence 6, and a high probability of a Sequence 5... While Klein was wondering and pondering, Jurgen leaned forward, ready to accuse the police's questioning of being induced.
This is not a good reason, he just wanted to interrupt the rhythm of the interrogation in this way, so as to delay the obviously unfavorable question just now.
At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead and said, "What I said just now is all true. In my personal feeling, I only entered Detective Isengard Stanton's house for two to three minutes."
Speaking of this, he emphasized: "Well, in my personal feeling."
The two officers looked at each other and wrote this down.
After a short silence, the officer who had just asked said: "During those eighteen minutes, a servant who had returned from his absence rang the doorbell, but there was no answer, so he glanced in through the oriel window and saw a crowd of people. The corpse on the ground and you standing in the doorway of the living room.
"He was very frightened and ran to the police station like crazy to report the crime. Many passers-by and some residents can testify to this."
Klein ignored Lawyer Jurgen's gaze, shook his head and said, "I didn't hear the doorbell ring."
The two police officers looked at each other again without making any comments, but simply recorded.
They asked some questions about other details, and Klein, who had never done anything without guilt or guilt, answered them all truthfully.
At the end, he couldn't help but be concerned: "Have you found Detective Isengard Stanton? I don't see any corpse in the living room. He should still be alive..."
A police officer tapped the table with a pen and said: "This is also a point that we are very puzzled. In the whole house, there are only traces of fighting in the living room.
And the windows are tightly closed, and haven't been opened for many days. You know, this is normal in Backlund's autumn and winter.
"The assailant and Mr. Isengard Stanton left the room strangely. We don't know where they went. We didn't find any clues in other places in the house and the surrounding area, not even blood."
Before Klein could speak, he asked himself and answered, "You definitely want to talk about the living room door and the house door, but many people have confirmed that there was no chase nearby, and no one took hostages or left with a corpse."
Maybe things really happened in the middle of the night? Maybe they'll go through walls? Klein silently offered other possibilities in his heart, and silently prayed:
May the Goddess bless Detective Isengard Stanton from disaster.
�The Evernight Goddess is the Queen of Calamity and Fear.
After the interrogation, Klein was handcuffed into a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow Lawyer Jurgen to No. 15 Minsk Street to collect the letters and evidence.
After tossing and tossing until the evening, Klein was finally released on bail for 50 pounds.
"This is much more expensive than last time. It is difficult for ordinary private detectives to come up with so much cash in a short period of time." After leaving the gate of Hisak Police Station, Klein closed the neckline of his woolen coat. complained.
Jurgen still had that professional and serious expression: "Last time the situation was in your favour, but this time many doubts point to you."
While waving the taxi to stop, he turned his head seriously and glanced at Klein, "Sherlock, I'm your lawyer, before you answer the police's question, you'd better have some communication with me, even if it's just a look.
"Don't just speak casually if you think there is no problem. Ordinary people who have not been trained can easily leave behind their words." JrNovels.com
He's talking about real personal feelings.
Another police officer raised his eyebrows and said, "Many nearby residents can confirm that you entered Isengard Stanton's house around 2:10 pm, and we arrived at the scene at 2:28 pm, that is to say , you were in the house for eighteen minutes or so, not two or three minutes!
"What have you been doing for such a long time? Why didn't you leave and call the police?"
Eighteen minutes have passed? Klein suddenly frowned.
He felt that he had been in a stalemate with the one who was watching silently for at most a minute, how come a full eighteen minutes had passed?
Was that strange feeling of being pegged confusing my sense of time, or was it something else? Is this the other party's extraordinary ability? If it is really the owner of the demon dog, he must have at least a Sequence 6, and a high probability of a Sequence 5... While Klein was wondering and pondering, Jurgen leaned forward, ready to accuse the police's questioning of being induced.
This is not a good reason, he just wanted to interrupt the rhythm of the interrogation in this way, so as to delay the obviously unfavorable question just now.
At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead and said, "What I said just now is all true. In my personal feeling, I only entered Detective Isengard Stanton's house for two to three minutes."
Speaking of this, he emphasized: "Well, in my personal feeling."
The two officers looked at each other and wrote this down.
After a short silence, the officer who had just asked said: "During those eighteen minutes, a servant who had returned from his absence rang the doorbell, but there was no answer, so he glanced in through the oriel window and saw a crowd of people. The corpse on the ground and you standing in the doorway of the living room.
"He was very frightened and ran to the police station like crazy to report the crime. Many passers-by and some residents can testify to this."
Klein ignored Lawyer Jurgen's gaze, shook his head and said, "I didn't hear the doorbell ring."
The two police officers looked at each other again without making any comments, but simply recorded.
They asked some questions about other details, and Klein, who had never done anything without guilt or guilt, answered them all truthfully.
At the end, he couldn't help but be concerned: "Have you found Detective Isengard Stanton? I don't see any corpse in the living room. He should still be alive..."
A police officer tapped the table with a pen and said: "This is also a point that we are very puzzled. In the whole house, there are only traces of fighting in the living room.
And the windows are tightly closed, and haven't been opened for many days. You know, this is normal in Backlund's autumn and winter.
"The assailant and Mr. Isengard Stanton left the room strangely. We don't know where they went. We didn't find any clues in other places in the house and the surrounding area, not even blood."
Before Klein could speak, he asked himself and answered, "You definitely want to talk about the living room door and the house door, but many people have confirmed that there was no chase nearby, and no one took hostages or left with a corpse."
Maybe things really happened in the middle of the night? Maybe they'll go through walls? Klein silently offered other possibilities in his heart, and silently prayed:
May the Goddess bless Detective Isengard Stanton from disaster.
�The Evernight Goddess is the Queen of Calamity and Fear.
After the interrogation, Klein was handcuffed into a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow Lawyer Jurgen to No. 15 Minsk Street to collect the letters and evidence.
After tossing and tossing until the evening, Klein was finally released on bail for 50 pounds.
"This is much more expensive than last time. It is difficult for ordinary private detectives to come up with so much cash in a short period of time." After leaving the gate of Hisak Police Station, Klein closed the neckline of his woolen coat. complained.
Jurgen still had that professional and serious expression: "Last time the situation was in your favour, but this time many doubts point to you."
While waving the taxi to stop, he turned his head seriously and glanced at Klein, "Sherlock, I'm your lawyer, before you answer the police's question, you'd better have some communication with me, even if it's just a look.
"Don't just speak casually if you think there is no problem. Ordinary people who have not been trained can easily leave behind their words." JrNovels.com
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