The incident happened early in the morning. After arriving at the police station, the inquiry was conducted first, then the mortar room was used as a reference, and then directly communicated with Director Sato about the investigation. By the time Solan completed this series of work, it was already around noon.

As early as Solan was busy with his morning work, Shirley had already designed the afternoon action route. As soon as she presented the notebook at lunch, Solan applauded on the spot. He did ask Shirley to do these tasks, but he really didn't expect that this girl was so fast that she planned to form three investigation routes in two hours from scratch!

He is worthy of being the daughter of an old police detective. Even if he is on duty on the first day, his real abilities are definitely not easily comparable to those of the same period. Solan had a bite of lunch, and immediately pulled his partner Shirley to start the afternoon action happily.

It is worth mentioning that Solan's lunch is naturally homemade sandwiches, and vegetable and fruit salad is an interesting remedy, and the piece of ham in it is the top priority. But of course, even if it is impossible to taste it, he will never let ordinary humans touch his food.

Shirley planned three routes, one was the place of work, one was the surrounding area, and the other was the relatives and friends. Who should I find, what should I ask first, and how to ask as many people as possible in an afternoon. This is not something I can learn by just police training. This is pure mathematical and statistical knowledge.

"You can go in the direction of think tanks, I mean, FBI and they."

On the way, Solan was so fond of the director who was a little inconsistent with him at noon. He actually gave him such an efficient helper.

"They are dealing with intercontinental crimes. The Bureau of Investigation is not as simple as sticking to a city and finding robbers. Interstate financial crimes, interstate serial robberies, and even interstate human trafficking. If you can really enter that department, no one can predict your future in the future!"

The successive praise made Shirley on the passenger seat blush.

"I just plan to go through the internship first and spend three years to evaluate the title of detective. What you are talking about is FBI... sir, is that too far away, right?"

"No one has restricted anyone. Do you think I have resigned from the East Coast? No one can tell the future. Your current ideal is like this, but after you have spent a while, this ideal will definitely change."

Solan was interested and habitually turned on the preaching mode. The reason was that the plan was excellent. On the one hand, Shirley was really young, and even looked more immature because of her petite figure and baby face. It could make a man have the desire to show his masculine charm.

Especially now, Solan saw with a very disgusting experience. The more he praised him, the more red Shirley's face became, which really made him unable to stop.

"Actually, it's fine for the FBI. If you plan to enter the Intelligence Bureau, I can help you." As the destination arrived, while slowing down the speed, Solan had not shut up: "Really, I have an acquaintance in the CIA..."

"Sir, it's time to stop."

"Oh OK. Oh, look, what a delicate thought..."

"Sir!"

It's getting late now. According to Shirley's arrangement, this is the last visiting place before get off work, the beef shop near the address of the deceased Benjamin. According to Shirley's investigation, he is a regular visitor here and has a good relationship with the owner.

The workshop is located under the viaduct, outside a residential area, and is of the same nature as the surrounding fried chicken fast food restaurants, brand coffee shops, gas stations and convenience supermarkets. Solan remembered that he was going to buy clothes with Arya tonight, so after asking about this beef shop, he had to go back.

It is now the eve of get off work, so there are quite a few housewives who buy meat. The meat shop is not small in size, the environment is clean and tidy, the glass counter is full of beef, and three butchers are cutting meat steaks in the backstage. Seeing a young man and woman from Solan enter the store, they obviously regarded Shirley as their girlfriend, and the greeting sounded immediately.

"Hey man, are you going to have a candlelight dinner tonight? Do you want to have the most cheesy sirloin?"

"Don't listen to Ross' nonsense, the little girl should eat eye meat. Feed the girl, should I give her a piece of it...ah?"

Solan showed them the badge: "Seattle Police Department, is O'Leary Walker here?"

The owner of the beef shop walked out of the kitchen and was a fat man who looked very ordinary.

Seeing that the police were visiting, O'Leyle Walker also understood the reason. He nodded and said to the surroundings: "Sorry, friends, we will be here today. Please leave quickly."

Many shoppers came to visit were nearby residents. I believe that many people have read the news in one day. Perhaps Dingsheng, the customer in the beef shop, is also inseparable from this. Solan saw clearly. When they heard the boss's words, they all cooperated and quickly left the store, and most of them looked at themselves deeply.

Shirley stood aside, the sense of responsibility that was coming towards her was too heavy, and she subconsciously bit her lip.

In the closed store, the clerks surprisingly did not leave. They dragged a stool on the open space and faced the police investigation together.

"Benjamin can't offend anyone, he's a good person!"

O'Leary Walker seemed very excited: "If you investigate more, you will know that the frequent visitors in the park are old residents nearby. Since he was the security guard, they have been friends with him. Eight years, and it's not like one after another. If there is such a conflict of abuse and killing, it will take so long to accumulate!?"

Solan asked no questions about this. In fact, many cruel murders are the products of many years of accumulation of anger, but now it is pointed out that they are just arguing.

"Yes, he comes to me to buy meat every three days. It has never changed since the first day my butcher shop was established! Then I tell you that every three days and every three days, I have never seen him have had any conflicts with anyone! Don't interrupt, I tell you, although my store is not big, the daily customer flow is quite large. Every three days and every three days, there are so many people, I have never seen anyone Benjamin quarrel with!"

Listening to the owner's loud roar, the clerks around him nodded in response. Solan and Shirley were both trained policemen, and they could see that they were sincere. So the situation was interesting now. The two young policemen looked at each other, from the early morning park scene to the door-to-door visits in the afternoon, almost everyone's evaluation of Benjamin was the same.

A good old man who has no relatives or direct friends.

After the inquiry, look at the time, it's time to leave. Solan shook hands with everyone and said, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Walker, I'll bother you to close the door in time."

"Don't be polite to us, be polite to us, just be polite to the murderer!" The little fat man Walker stared at him and said, "I tell you, officer, I have remembered your names. Let's give you two three days. If you two don't find the murderer within three hours, believe it or not, I will use a machete to chop you into meat sauce in three minutes!?"

It was such a humorous statement that Shirley burst into laughter, but Solan held Walker's hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You just said...machete?"

"Machete, yes, machete, what's wrong?"

Walker stared at him, looking like a rude man, but his mind was amazingly delicate: "What, do you think I cut Benjamin with a knife? Pull you down. There is a Japanese saber in the industrial museum he guarded. That is the real killer! I still said it was his colleague who did it, do you think so??"

He actually called on the clerks to cooperate with him, but this was not something that could be done casually. Solan nodded and said nothing, but quietly used a color to Shirley. Shirley nodded silently. The situation can be confirmed now, that is, although the owner of the shop was not directly suspected of the crime, he could be listed as one of the observers.

Just then, there was another harsh sound of tire friction outside the door. Solan turned around and saw a police car parked in front of the door. The old policeman with big waist and round waist inside, with a bearded face, wasn't it...

"dad!?"
Chapter completed!