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Lynch They searched in the study and didn't see anything important, so they went directly to the bedroom of Dewitt's house, where Mrs. Dewitt and their son were sitting there Affliction.

The sadness on their faces didn't look like they were pretending. Anyway, Lynch felt that if these two people were pretending, then they could really act in movies.

"You are the experts these people say, right? Do you think my husband really committed suicide?"

Seeing Lynch and the others coming, Mrs. Dewitt rushed over and asked loudly.

"According to our investigation, it can only be determined to be suicide, but we currently think there are other suspicions. Maybe you can tell us everything you know."

Dunn said gently.

Mrs. Dewitt explained all the contents in the information. Lynch and the others had read it, but they still listened carefully. This kind of narration can reveal many problems. For example, now, the content Mrs. Dewitt told is not much different from the information, but some additional contents have been added.

"You are saying that when Dewitt came back yesterday, he had a document in his hand?"

Lynch had memorized the contents of the information before, and now he quickly grasped the key points.

"Yes, I forgot to mention it today. Dewitt took a document. This is a new case he took. Someone wants to sue Ambassador Baclond, the ambassador from Intis Republic."

Mrs. Dewitt shouted loudly.

Lynch and Dunn exchanged looks. Obviously, this was probably the reason why Mr. Dewitt committed suicide.

"Where's that file?"

Lynch asked immediately.

Mrs. Dewitt hurriedly ran to Mr. Dewitt's study. She rummaged through it, and then said with a pale face, "It's gone. The document is no longer there, but you have to believe me. You believe me, right?"

"Of course we believe you, but you know, if there is no evidence, we cannot use this as an excuse to find an ambassador."

Lynch said helplessly.

Mrs. Dewitt broke down and burst into tears. Lynch looked at Mrs. Dewitt who was comforted by the police for a while, and quickly focused his attention on the only son of the Dewitt couple.

He saw on the information that the child was thirteen years old and his name was Bob.

"Hello, Bob, can I talk to you? When your mother collapsed."

Lynch stood next to Bob with a smile and asked in a chatting manner.

Bob said nothing, staring at his head, seemingly still immersed in sadness.

"As an only son, your father died, but you couldn't shed a single tear. Your mother collapsed, and you didn't go to comfort her. Can I know why you are so calm?"

Bob was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Lynch to ask such a question, but he immediately muttered, "I forgot, can't I forget?"

"Okay, it seems I misunderstood, but I still suggest that you should go to your mother's side now, she should need your comfort."

Lynch said with a smile.

Bob hesitated for a moment, and then walked to Mrs. Dewitt. Lynch noticed that after Bob passed by, was still breaking down and crying just now. Mrs. Dewitt suddenly calmed down, she wiped away her tears and said firmly, "I need to know the real cause of my husband's death, otherwise I will find someone who can do it. Backlund When something like this happens, I don't believe you guys really jump to conclusions like this!"

Lynch didn't say anything. He was looking for useful things in the house of Mr. and Mrs. Dewitt.

But unfortunately, there are no special items.

"Sorry, we didn't find the problem, so we have to leave now. Of course, if we have other information, we will come back. Also, if you find the documents that Mr. Dewitt brought back, you must tell us."

Lynch exchanged a look with Dunn again, and then said seriously.

They left the house amidst the cries of Mrs. Dewitt and got into the carriage.

Dunn drove the carriage away from here, and after another half an hour, they returned to the security company.

"Mrs. Dewitt has some problems. Their son is the breakthrough. That boy must know something. He doesn't pretend well. Although he has been grieving, this grief is too simple and not as complicated as Mrs. Dewitt shows."

Lynch was sitting in Dunn's office and said seriously.

Before, he thought there was nothing wrong with Mrs. Dewitt and their only son, but after asking more questions, he found out some things.

Mrs. Dewitt's expressions are so rich, she perfectly performed the image of a fragile woman who has lost her husband.

But her son gave her a hint of the secret.

She should have told Bob to leave her alone and just grieve, but she forgot that if she was really grieving for her father, then they should have shown some anger when they said that Mr. Dewitt committed suicide.

After all, they have never admitted that Mr. Dewitt committed suicide.

But Bob didn't. He always looked sad or dull, with no other expression.

Another thing that made Lynch pay attention to was that when Bob walked next to Mrs. Dewitt, Mrs. Dewitt instantly woke up and calmed down. Affliction couldn't react in such a timely manner.

So there is something wrong with these two people. The cause of Dewitt's death was either their fault or they both knew it.

Dunn nodded and looked at Lynch with approval.

Before Tingen, he always regarded Lynch as his younger brother who just joined the team. Unexpectedly, after joining Backlund, Lynch can take charge of his own role.

"Yes, go and drag them in Dream Infiltration at night. Maybe you will know something by then."

Dunn smiled, and then he thought of something. He got up and went to the weapons depot for Lynch and Bersha to get ten pieces of Demon Hunting Bullets each, as well as some ordinary bullets.

"I always wanted to give it to you, but I forgot every time. Fortunately, I remembered it now. You can carry it with you. By the way, Bersha, do you have a revolver?"

Dunn turned to look at Bersha.

Lynch had a revolver before Tingen, Leonard and Daly also had one, so Dunn took the bullet directly. It wasn't until he saw the blank look in Bersha's eyes that he thought of asking her if she had a gun.

"No, Captain, we civilians didn't have to fight before."

Bersha said quickly.

Dunn sighed, he took a revolver from the weapons arsenal and handed it to Bersha.

"From Advancement to Clown, you can fight. Don't underestimate yourself, and you should also have some fighting ability as a civilian. When you are free, go to class.

I'll find a shooting club for you to practice. Civilians sometimes encounter dangerous people. You can't expect those people to tell whether you are a civilian first and then decide whether to kill you or not."

Dunn said softly.

Bersha nodded quickly and was about to say that he would study hard when he saw Lynch raise his hand.

"Captain, please sign me up for a class. I also want to go to class. I don't have to go every day, just once a week every Monday afternoon. I need my marksmanship to be even better!"