Life as a police officer in America

Chapter 578 Art and Murder
From Mr. Wengersen's words, his son has a tendency to commit suicide, and the situation is relatively serious. This is basically consistent with what Wendy's sales consultant at the Ferrari 4S shop said. Wendy's analogy may be understandable in this way. Steer's There is a pool of stagnant water with no hope in his eyes, so Wendy can say that he has lived for 300 years.

"Poor kid, why are you so stupid, unlike me, who spent my childhood in an asylum."

Sith grunted.

"It turns out that you spent your childhood in a group institution, so proud of you, you are now an elite."

Wang Dengming teased Sith, gave him a look, and reminded him that you are handling a case now, and you represent the American police, and it is not time to express your feelings, so don't be distracted.

"Mr. Wengersen, my condolences have changed, can you continue to answer my questions?"

Wen Gesen looked much older all of a sudden, less than half an hour.

"I can understand your feelings, but we must find the murderer. This is the most important thing."

Wengersen's eyes moved.

"Didn't he die by suicide?"

"I never said he committed suicide, and you didn't ask me why he died."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, you can tell me the ins and outs of the whole thing."

After Wang Dengming finished his narration, Wen Gesen became angry. He fixed his eyes on the lady beside him, and shook off her hand that was touching his shoulder.

"Someone poisoned him to death?"

"According to the current evidence and the on-site investigation, the preliminary conclusion is that this is the case, but we still need to investigate in more detail. The first is the problem of poison. There is a drug in the poison formula that has not yet been tested. The person who poisoned it is an expert. .”

Wen Gesen looked at his wife with hatred again.

"Sir, I have a few questions to ask you next. First of all, when Steer went out, did he bring a mobile phone or other communication tools?"

"He has always wanted to escape from this home. He doesn't want us to find him. How can he bring his mobile phone? He doesn't even bring his luggage at home. He wants to buy it himself. He said he bought it cleaner."

Wang Dengming and Sith exchanged glances.

"Does Heather have a cell phone?"

"No, Steer doesn't want to be harassed by anyone when he travels this time, including me. Depression has made his whole personality weird and incomprehensible."

"You said he wanted to leave the house, was it caused by depression?"

"No, no, since his mother left and I got married to V. Gichel, he said he was going to leave. I shouldn't marry her, no! It's her, she's the one who made Steer look like this Yes, it's her, it's her!"

Wengersen suddenly became emotional again, pointing at her wife.

Wang Dengming hurriedly got up to stop Wen Gesen. At this time, Wen Gesen was trembling all over and clenched his fists. Wang Dengming was afraid that he would hit someone.

A white, short, middle-aged man walked in.

"who are you?"

"I'm Mr. Wengersen's secretary, George, and I'm here as soon as I received the doctor's call."

"You'd better find a way to make Mr. Wengersen calm down first. I have something to talk to Ms. Ferguson."

Wen Gesen's secretary helped Wen Gesen up, and Wen Gesen pointed to Fo Jichel: "She is the murderer, she killed Steer, she killed Steer!"

The excited Wen Gesen was finally persuaded by his secretary to leave the living room. Wang Dengming looked at Fo Jichel and squeezed his chin. He was thinking, the information was too messy, where should he ask.

"Officer, Stahl's death has nothing to do with me, not at all."

Sith's thumb and forefinger knocked against each other, making a tick-tock sound, and his eyes were fixed on Fo Jichel's eyes.

Interrogating prisoners all the year round, Sith knows how to see clues from the suspect's eyes, which he is more professional than Wang Dengming.

"Captain, you can ask."

Sith: "You're nervous, ma'am."

"Of course I'm nervous, my son is dead."

Sith couldn't hold it back, and laughed like an owl, Wang Dengming pretended to be serious and said: "Your son, yes, Steer is your son, and you are his stepmother, can I ask, your age? "

"29."

"Steel's age."

"21."

"To be exact, you are more suitable to be his sister, Ms. Ferrer Gichel, what is your occupation?"

"Ballerina."

Sith whistled softly, and Wang Dengming said, "No wonder you are so elegant. You are a ballet dancer. Well, Ms. Ferguson, your husband said that you killed Stahl. Why did you kill him?" So where is his evidence?"

"I, I don't know why he said that, I don't know, I couldn't have murdered Stahl, yes, Stahl and I usually quarrel, but I wouldn't think about murdering him, how absurd it is!"

"Why do you usually fight?"

"I don't know, we will quarrel when we are good, because of some small things, we will quarrel. Since I entered this house, Steer has been making trouble for me all day. He is a weirdo. He wants to drive me out. He even wants me to divorce, and I will not agree to his rude and excessive demands."

"When did you marry Wengersen?"

"We've been married almost five years."

"Have any children? I'm talking about your and Wengersen's children."

Ferguson began to bite his lips again, as if he had something hard to say.

Sith was impatient: "Man, do you think an old guy like Wengersen can still make a good army of tadpoles?"

Wang Dengming was slightly embarrassed: "Okay, let's change the question. Mr. Wengersen is very rich, right?"

V. Gichel looked up at him, Sith said: "Man, you asked another idiot question, ma'am, you need to go back to the police station with us."

Wang Dengming winked at Sith, and Sith remembered where he was now.

"Ms. Ferguson, I think what Mr. Wengersen said just now was impulsive and irrational. I really hope that you have nothing to do with this case. People who engage in art should not Participating in the murder case, especially someone like you, let's pick the important ones, can we go to Stahl's room and have a look?"

Ferguson: "Steel forbids anyone to enter his room. No one is allowed, not even Wengersen. There is only one person who can enter his room."

"His girlfriend and schoolmate Heather?"

"Yes, only she can enter, and others are not allowed. Steer said that it is his world, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Sith held the police badge: "See clearly, Steer is dead, the police are investigating the case, we have the right to go in."

"You have no right to do that, gentlemen, do you have a search warrant?"

In the living room, three policemen walked in.

(End of this chapter)