Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 545: Clues to the Key, Night Watcher

Roan, who was keenly observant, saw the change in Behrend's eyes, smiled, and said:

 “It seems you know something.”

Because he had been imprisoned for several days, there was still wine, body odor, vomit, etc. on his body, which made Behrend's body smell very complicated. When he heard Luo An's words, he frowned slightly, scratched his scalp, and a stream of snowflakes fell, and asked road:

 “What’s wrong with Kevin?”

Kevin?

Roan and Chenier looked at each other, noticed the problem in each other's words, and asked calmly:

"he died."

 “What was the cause of death?”

“Mr. Behrend, we are interrogating you now.”

Luo An lightly tapped the table and pretended to be unhappy:

 “Do you know what’s going on with this key?”

 “I know, but I don’t want to tell you.”

Berend grinned, revealing a pair of slightly messy yellowed teeth:

"Unless you help me give the guy who was beaten a sum of money and let him drop the lawsuit against me."

 “You are too greedy, Mr. Behrend.”

Chenier’s face was slightly cold, Luo An chuckled, leaned back and crossed his legs:

 “It’s just a piece of news, not worth the price.”

 “Then what do you give in exchange?”

 “A cleaner cell, a clean set of shirts, and a chance to take a shower.”

 “…not enough, plus three packs of cigarettes.”

 “A pack.”

 “Two packs.”

 “Half a bag.”

　　　　???”

 “Five roots.”

“Half a bag! Just half a bag! Deal!”

Seeing that Luo An was talking less and less, Behrend was stunned for a moment, and quickly stopped and agreed.

Chenelle glanced at Luo An with a funny look in her eyes, and gave him a thumbs up calmly. The cold expression on her face did not change. She opened the small notebook and said in a deep voice:

  “Say it.”

“Kevin is a friend I met while taking a taxi. We have a good relationship. He often drives me to...well, meet women for drinks.”

Seeing that he almost admitted the crime, Behrend quickly changed his words. Luo An knocked on the table and said seriously:

 “We’re not interested in your lower body, tell me about the key.”

 “That’s the key to a rental warehouse!”

Berend breathed a sigh of relief and said:

“One time Kevin and I went out drinking, and Kevin’s key was broken. I asked someone to fix it for him.”

 “Good.”

 Luo An nodded with satisfaction:

 “Where is that warehouse?”

“I don’t know exactly where it is, but I know that the warehouse company is in the northwest of the District!”

　　——

 Warehouse company, a specialty industry that exists in the Federation.

Because most federal people live in rented houses and have trouble moving every time; or the houses they buy are small and there is no place to store items, warehouse companies choose to build a group of warehouses on a certain piece of land and rent them out for people to use to make profits, while people Use fixed warehouses to store things.

There are two warehouse rental companies in northwest Washington, D.C. The first one failed to find a target, so Roan and Chenelle drove to the second company.

At the gate outside the warehouse area, Luo An and Chenelle had just stepped out of the car when they heard a fierce quarrel not far away.

 Walking around the corner, I found that the two parties involved in the argument were a man in a suit and two white women who looked to be in their thirties.

Hands and ears were red, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs. Every sentence was inseparable from words starting with "F".

 “Hello, FBI.”

Chenier took out a golden badge to show her identity, temporarily interrupting the quarrel. The man in the suit took a deep breath, quickly smiled at Chenier, and asked:

"Is there a problem?"

 Chenelle handed him the search warrant, then showed him Nokwick's identity information and said:

“We need to check the warehouse he rents here.”

"no problem!"

 The man in a suit was the manager of this warehouse. He quickly walked into the office not far away, found the warehouse that Nokwick rented, took Roan and Cheniel over and opened it with the key. The warehouse here is similar to a container. The moment the door was opened, Chenelle immediately walked in with a flashlight.

Not far away, two middle-aged women came over angrily again. The manager cursed a few times in a low voice. Luo An asked:

 “What’s going on with you?”

“Their father is dead and they insist that I killed him. He deserves to die…”

The manager's expression was ugly, indicating that the fathers of the two women across from him had previously worked in this warehouse area and were responsible for keeping watch, monitoring surveillance, and ensuring the safety of this warehouse area.

 Early yesterday morning, the fathers of two women died suddenly of a heart attack. Their company has decided to pay each other a sum of money.

  But the two daughters were very dissatisfied, saying that their father was exhausted from staying up late for a long time, and asked the company to pay more compensation.

Roan's face changed slightly when he heard this. He thought of something. Before he could ask, Chenier suddenly walked out of the warehouse with a very ugly face:

 “Luo An, we are late.”

At this time, Cheniel had found the lamp in the warehouse and turned it on. The interior of the warehouse was very clear under the light.

 The warehouse is not big. There is a folding bed and a suit in the corner, and there are a few unopened bottles of water and bread on the ground in the middle.

The most eye-catching thing is that the entire wall on the right side of the warehouse is covered with a lot of tape. Luo An can tell at a glance that many photos have been posted here.

 But now all those photos have disappeared, and there are only a few scattered corner fragments stuck to the tape, swaying in the wind.

"Norkwick should have rested here. The photos on the wall should be the information that Norkwick investigated."

Wearing gloves, Cheniel picked up a bottle of mining water on the ground and said with a gloomy face:

“But they were all torn to pieces and carried away.

I suspect that the person who came here before us was the guy who killed Nokwick in the park! "

“Call the Trace Inspection Department and ask them to come here to detect fingerprints and other clues!”

Luo An pondered for a few seconds and moved his eyes away from the tape on the wall. After Cheniel responded to the order, he immediately walked out of the warehouse.

“I told you, the money you want is absolutely impossible!”

“Your company is a bunch of vampires! Disgusting vampires!”

"damn it…"

Not far away, the manager was still arguing with the two women. When he saw Luo An, the manager who couldn't quarrel with the two women hurriedly ran towards him, preparing to use Luo An's identity to temporarily avoid the confrontation.

 “Mr. Manager, I have something to ask you.”

Luo An grabbed the manager who was about to hide behind him and said with a serious face:

“You said their father’s death time was early yesterday morning?”

The manager was stunned for a moment, nodded and replied:

 “That’s right.”

 “What’s the specific time?”

"have no idea."

“The cause of death was heart disease? Are you sure?”

“That’s what the company said. They said the autopsy results were like this. That’s all I know.”

“Do you have surveillance here? How are the surveillance equipment and videos like now?”

“The surveillance equipment is all normal now. It was just that it broke down for a few hours yesterday, and there was a period of missing surveillance video. This kind of thing is not uncommon, and it has happened in the past..."

　　While the two were talking, two middle-aged women, because of Luo An's FBI status, stood aside and stared at the manager with suppressed temper.

The more the manager answered, the colder Luo An's face became. At the end of the sentence, the manager also reacted. His heart went crazy. He swallowed and asked tentatively:

“Mr. FBI, are you saying that there is something wrong with their father’s death?”

The two women were also attracted by the conversation between Luo An and the manager, and looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

They actually just wanted to get more money during this trip. Now it seems that their father's death may really be a problem?

 “You go get the surveillance.”

Luo An did not answer the manager's question, but asked him to get the monitoring equipment, and asked Chenelle to follow him closely. Then Luo An walked aside, took out his mobile phone and called Mona.

 “It’s me, Luo An.”

Luo An told the name of the night watchman in the warehouse, as well as the information that he had two daughters, and said:

“Mona, can you find out the real cause of death? Or do another autopsy on him?”

There was a burst of rapid typing on the keyboard on the other end of the phone, and soon Mona took a breath:

“Luo An, the night watchman was cremated within 10 hours after his death was confirmed!”

 (End of this chapter)