All Too Real
Lynch felt that Ince Zangwill's activities in Tingen had not been pleasant at all, and that Ince Zangwill might be deliberately committing a crime here to get revenge on him.
After all, Ince Zangwill is now a demigod, and maybe that guy thinks even Mr. Azik can't kill him so easily.
Besides, as long as he isn't killed, Mr. Azik will at most teach Ince Zangwill a lesson; he won't fight to the death.
This is something that definitely needs to be noted.
"I'll send a telegram to the Holy Cathedral, don't worry."
Dunn nodded steadily. He sat in front, driving the carriage, and urged Lynch and Bersha to hurry up and look at the documents.
"This Lawyer named Dewitt has been having a bad run of business lately, and the police believe he is on the verge of bankruptcy. Suicide is a possibility, but Dewitt's family does not agree with the idea of him suffocating himself."
"That's what Dunn said after Lynch and the others had finished reviewing the documents."
Lynch nodded; he agreed. To smother oneself with one's own hands—what a terrifying conviction that must take!
Moreover, from a biological perspective, it's impossible. How could a person's hand still have so much strength when they are unconscious?
"The possibility of extraordinary circumstances is high. Of course, it's not impossible that it could be his family members. I think we should check his insurance to see if it could be insurance fraud."
Lynch immediately said.
He had heard too many cases like this in his past life. When something goes wrong, the first thing to do is to investigate the people around you, especially those whose businesses are not doing well. Insurance fraud is the main focus of the investigation.
However, there are extraordinary factors involved, and it cannot be guaranteed that this Lawyer, Dewitt, did not offend someone.
Lawyer is indeed one of those jobs that Sinner.
"We can take a look, but we mainly want to see if there are any unusual factors, then we'll visit him in person and ask his relatives in the dream to see if there's any special reason."
Dunn agreed and indicated that he would be staying up late that night.
Bersha immediately perked up.
"Captain, I know the rules, there's no overtime pay for working overtime, but after this kind of all-nighter, will the team treat us to a meal?"
Dunn:----
Lynch and Bersha are both big eaters.
The team doesn't even have a finance department right now, let alone any commission fees. It's probably not enough to treat these two guys to a meal using the team's assets.
However, it wasn't right that he hadn't treated the team members to a meal after arriving, so he thought for a moment and said, "I didn't treat you to a meal during regular overtime, but I'm planning to treat you all to one tomorrow! If it's not busy tomorrow, I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight. It won't work tonight, since no one is here."
"Could we go to that steak set meal place across from our security company?"
Bersha pressed her advantage, asking further questions.
She was craving it too when Lynch mentioned it.
Dunn hesitated.
He touched his wallet, and after a long while shook his head bitterly, saying, "It used to be possible, but not anymore. Daly took all our savings. She wants to buy us a house here and save money for having a baby. The expenses are too high, and I don't dare to spend money recklessly."
Lynch was immediately glad that he hadn't planned to get married for the past five years; he didn't want to have to worry about baby formula when the apocalypse was coming.
Buying a house in Backlund, oh my god! The Captain and Miss Daly are going to throw away all their savings from all these years!
They actually dared to think about having children! That's terrifying!
"Do you have enough money to buy a house? I have some money here, maybe two hundred pounds."
Lynch asked casually.
He wasn't worried about money; if he really ran out, he could always rely on his parents. Mr. Azik would always have to find a way to help him.
He just didn't like troubling Mr. Azik, but if he really had no money, it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to rely on his parents.
Besides, Dunn isn't like Klein. Dunn, with his high moral standards, would definitely pay back the money he borrows, while Klein would only want to run away with his money.
"No need. Save your money carefully. Otherwise, how will you buy a house here with a good girl in the future? I keep regretting that I didn't keep track of my spending before, otherwise I could have bought a better house."
Dunn sighed.
Lynch shook his head. He was single now and didn't have anyone else to worry about; he'd deal with the future later.
Assuming he Sequence 2 in five years, he can't possibly still be unable to afford a house in Backlund when looking for a partner, right?
Even if I can't afford to buy one, snatching one shouldn't be a problem, right?
His most important task right now is to digest the Potion as quickly as possible.
"Alright, Dunn, enough of that. We've arrived, haven't we? I can already see the officers."
Lynch stopped Dunn from trying to persuade him to save money, and pointed to the police officers not far away, pretending to be very interested as he called out.
Dunn sighed helplessly and finally shut his mouth.
The carriage traveled for another half minute before the three of them stopped and jumped off.
"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Trance."
Kloster walked over and shook hands with Lynch, his expression slightly tired.
He was clearly someone who had just been sent over.
"We're already too busy to keep up with everything in a day. Can't these people even think about their own lives?"
He complained.
Lynch wanted to nod, but he knew about extraordinary factors, and that death in this world was not just about murder and suicide, but also influenced by extraordinary factors.
"Alright, let me introduce you. This is my captain Dunn Smith. Bersha, you already know him."
Lynch gave Kloster a brief introduction, and then they quickly entered the deceased's house.
The deceased's body was placed in front of the desk, his fingers stiffly covering his mouth and nose, and even after death, his arms never went down.
The deceased's family members wept nearby and hurled insults at the police officers, expressing their disbelief that they had so foolishly concluded it was suicide.
"This must be a murder. Maybe it was his rival. That Nickel has always been jealous of Dewitt's promotion, and there was that woman who kept saying she wanted revenge on Dewitt Dewitt the lawsuit he was involved in. She cursed Dewitt to be poor forever, and afterwards Dewitt couldn't get any cases. You guys need to arrest them all right now!"
Mrs. Dewitt roared angrily, and the officer next to her told her that a case requires evidence, not just arbitrarily accusing someone.
"Have the officers take the family members to another room. We'll handle things here. Also, the family members shouldn't leave; we still need to ask them a few questions."
Lynch Qi whispered.
Dewitt nodded, and soon the family members were led to the bedroom, leaving only a few of them in the study with Mr. Dewitt's body.
"Okay, I'll begin!"
Bersha took a breath. With Dunn beside her, she seemed a little nervous, but she quickly regained her composure.
Lynch noticed that Bersha used Ritual this time, instead of using a dream to claim the omen first.
"I want to know the cause of Dewitt's death."
After Bersha finished reciting the Goddess's Honorific Name, she repeated the phrase three times, then quickly closed her eyes, and then opened them again.
"The Ritual tells me that Dewitt smothered himself, that no one intervened, and that there were no extraordinary factors involved."
Lynch and Dunn frowned.
It's clear that there's something wrong with this case. It's unclear whether it's the Beyonder Characteristic or the influence of the Beyonder that led to this answer being O.
"It seems we need to have a serious talk with the family; they just mentioned two suspects."
Lynch looked toward the bedroom. Through the dim light, he could see Mrs. Dewitt's face, which was trembling with sobs, and their youngest son's somewhat dazed expression.
They're all so realistic!