Chapter 251 Pure Land (Thirteen)

The reaction is so fast!

Faced with Bernard's questioning, Fu Qian nodded secretly.

This person seems to be very knowledgeable.

Indeed, the probability that Sheriff Harry is here to buy books is about zero. It seems that those people really brought the "assin" incident to him.

“I’m used to taking walks at night.”

At the moment, Fu Qian responded casually.

Squeak!

At this time, the bookstore door had been pushed open, and Sheriff Harry walked in, and his huge figure dimmed the light of the bookstore.

After entering the door, his eyes immediately locked on Fu Qian.

"Is the holiday still pleasant? Mr. Fu Qian."

"very nice."

Facing Harry's emotionless greetings, Fu Qian replied with a smile.

This guy probably saw him entering the door just now.

"That's good."

Harry nodded, pulled out a piece of paper, and shook it open to Fu Qian.

"Have you seen this person? His right hand should have been injured."

Well!

Fu Qian looked at the portrait in Harry's hand, and Mr. Lu Ming's appearance appeared on the paper.

I have to say that the skills are pretty good, and the people at the banquet are really versatile, and they can draw like this based on memory alone.

"I haven't seen it before."

Fu Qian shook his head while sighing, and Bernard next to him also snorted, indicating that he had never seen anyone above.

Um.

Sheriff Harry looked unsurprisingly and put away the portrait.

"I am investigating a case of attempted poisoning. It is basically clear that this foreigner did it. If you see this person, remember to notify me as soon as possible."

"no problem."

"good!"

Fu Qian and both responded weakly.

"very good!"

Sheriff Harry praised him and then pointed before paying.

"You, come with me."

"Why?"

Although I don’t think things will be so simple, the portrait clearly doesn’t match it, and Fu Qian can’t think of what he’s going to do with him.

"All the foreigners who have come to Bairluke recently will come back to the police station to let the victim identify it."

"Is this obviously different?"

That's how it is, Fu Qian pointed at the portrait.

"It's different, but you need to come with me."

Harry patted his waist, his tone of inconsistent refutation.

"Understood."

Fu Qian drank all the coffee and greeted Bernard with a very familiar look.

"What a pity, it seems that I can only talk about it next time."

The latter looked at him blankly, grabbing his chicken coop, his hair silently and manic.

...

The small police station is not far from the bookstore.

Considering the completely different image of Fu Qian and the portrait, Sheriff Harry didn't have any extra moves along the way, just drove the car without saying a word.

After arriving at the destination, Fu Qian saw an acquaintance at first sight - Dean Collins.

The old man changed into a long windbreaker, his eyes were quiet and he didn't say a word.

Even when Fu Qian and Harry entered the door, their expressions did not change much.

The portrait should be provided to Harry by this person.

Harry greeted Collins and signaled him to come forward to identify.

Collins nodded silently and stared straight at Fu Qian.

This guy is a bit different!

When he was observing Fu Qian, Fu Qian was also observing him.

And I soon confirmed before paying, this guy is different from Grace, and Collins is still in that special state.

Even when I stand in front of me, this person is still empty in perception.

So is everyone different?

There is no unified time, and everyone will release the state together.

Fu Qian got the first conclusion.

Guzman, Knight, Grace, Collins, so far, these people have performed differently.

It seems that the alternation of the two states varies completely from person to person, but it will be more concentrated at night.

"no."

After a long identification, Collins finally spoke.

"Understood."

Harry looked at Fu Qian with an unsurprising tone.

"You can leave Mr. Fu Qian. Thank you for your cooperation. If you encounter any trouble at Bairluke, you can find me at any time."

After saying that, he turned to Collins again.

"This is the last foreigner. If I catch other suspects, I will notify you to identify them later."

"good."

Collins responded in a plain tone, looking at Fu Qian who was already walking out.

"Thank you for your help, I'll leave first."

After saying that, without waiting for Harry to respond, he followed Fu Qian's footsteps and walked out of the police station.

...

"Mr. Fu Qian!"

Fu Qian, who deliberately slowed down, soon heard the shouts coming from behind him.

After he stopped, Collins quickly caught up.

"I'm Collins."

After catching up with Fu Qian, this person took the initiative to introduce himself.

"I'm sorry for what happened just now."

"Mainly we had an accident last night."

"In order to avoid more people being hurt, I hope to find the murderer as soon as possible."

"It doesn't matter."

Listening to the apology like memorizing lines, Fu Qian shook his head with a smile and signaled that it was okay.

"I'm having fun in Byerluke? If you're interested, I can recommend a few places."

Collins acted very politely and walked with Fu Qian.

"That's great!"

Whoosh!

The next moment, in a dull roar, Fu Qian's body fell to the ground.

Collins had an iron black pistol in his hand, and a wisp of smoke floated out.
To be continued...