Richard has a hobby, likes to lie on the sofa in the apartment, place beer and snacks in front of him, and then watch the sports program on Channel 22. He is not picky about the content of the program. Whether it is basketball, football, rugby, tennis or golf, he watches it with relish. This is the time when he is most relaxed.

When the British police received the clue, they did not spend much effort and easily found Richard in his apartment.

The police broke into the door.

The Premier League game was played on the TV, with Richard leaning on the sofa, holding the remote control in his hand, but his eyes were tightly closed.

The sheriff shouted twice and found that Richard was not moving at all. So he pointed at Richard with a pistol, leaned over carefully, put his finger on the artery on his neck, and then breathed a long breath and said regretfully: "He is dead and committed suicide for fear of guilt."

The subordinates were relieved and began to skillfully block the scene and collect evidence. The sheriff held a beer glass and studied it under the light. He sighed softly and said, "There is sediment at the bottom of the glass, which should be because he took an excessive dose of medicine to death."

The female police officer next to him speculated: "He must have known that his conspiracy was leaked, so he committed suicide."

"Suicide?" the sheriff shook his head slightly. "You don't know enough about people like Richard. He is very confident. Even if he is temporarily desperate, he will not give up his life, because he feels that with his wisdom, he can regain freedom even if he is arrested."

"Then what you mean is that this may be a homicide. But we have observed this room. There is no sign of the door lock being pried. It is locked from the inside and the windows are viewed. Strictly speaking, it is a secret room." The female police officer said confused, because people outside killed people and always had to escape. If the room was a secret room, it means that the murderer could not escape.

The sheriff said in a deep voice: "It is precisely because it is arranged as an absolute secret room that it is even more suspicious. The weather is so hot, and although the air conditioner is on in the house, don't you think normal people have to open a window to ensure the air circulation in the room? I just went to the bathroom to see that even the windows there are closed."

The breathable fan in the bathroom was not turned on, and the urine in the toilet seemed to have forgotten to flush, so it emitted a strong smell of urine. The police did not flush it out because the bathroom was also an important site. The yellow urine needed to be extracted to check whether anyone else had used the bathroom.

The female police officer curiously said, "If it were him, then who would be the murderer?"

The sheriff sighed softly and checked Richard's body. He found that Richard's right hand was a little strange, and his thumb was pressed tightly on a circular button on the remote control. "Richard was indeed cunning. Before he died, he left us clues about the murderer."

The female policeman looked at the sheriff in confusion and said in confusion: "What clue."

The sheriff gently pulled Richard's already stiff finger and asked, "Look at what key is he pressing?"

"ZERO?" the female police officer frowned and smiled bitterly, "What can this mean?"

The sheriff shook his head and said, "This is not ZERO, but the letter 'O'. The first letter of the murderer's name may be related to O. So now we will filter all the people around him whose beginning letter is O, and we believe that we can get the desired result."

The female police officer frowned and said, "What should we do next and continue to track it?"

The sheriff was silent for a moment: "No, find Richard, we have completed the task, there is no need to continue investigating."

The female police officer said inexplicably: "However, you have analyzed why someone else who killed Richard is not going to continue investigating..."

The sheriff pressed the female policewoman's shoulder and lowered his voice to remind him: "In our business, we often have to stop when we are done. Someone has helped us prepare the scene and find a reason. There is no need to spend more energy and continue investigating, because it will bring danger to ourselves and even our family."

The female police officer's eyes showed an unexpected look, "We are policemen, shouldn't we pursue the truth?"

"You have been in our team for a while. You must have heard the story of the old sheriff George? Every police officer should have a sense of justice like him, but many times our power is too fragile. The personal heroism in TV or movies is just fiction and fabricated. We should protect ourselves more often." The sheriff said earnestly to the female police officer: "This is reality, much darker than what you see."

The female police officer wanted to argue, but was pulled by her colleagues beside her.

The female policewoman lowered her voice and complained: "I've always regarded him as an idol, but I didn't expect him to be so cowardly."

The colleague smiled bitterly: "Our commander has been secretly investigating George's assassination for so many years. He doesn't want us to be involved because he is afraid that we will encounter danger. Sheriff George is a particularly righteous person. He was the commander's master at that time. Now the commander has rich experience in solving cases and is taught by George himself. After George's body was discovered, the commander did not go to work for about half a year before he gradually recovered from that sad mood."

The female policeman widened her eyes and said in surprise: "Then we should help him more."

"No, his opponent is too strong. If we join, it will only become a burden and cause him a lot of trouble." The colleague persuaded patiently.

The female policeman's eyes fell again on the officer who was lying on Richard's body to check for clues, and there was a hint of respect.

The evidence at the scene was almost investigated. The police officer separated from his colleagues and drove alone to an old tavern. He sat down and ordered a martini. After a moment, a man with a baseball cap sat briskly beside him.

"Give him a glass of vodka." The officer knocked on the bartender and said to the old bartender.

Soon the bartender put a glass of vodka with ice in front of the man in the baseball cap. The man in the baseball cap drank it all and lowered his voice: "I have a clue about the news you want me to investigate. The person who killed Richard was his cousin Irving. Recently, Irving often met with Richard, and the news I got from me was Richard's superior."

The informant's intelligence is very important and is consistent with the speculation of the letter "O".

The police officer's eyes showed a cold look, "The thugs in the Dark Side Organization are completely inhumane. They are their relatives and they can even take action. It's really angering. Where is Owen now?"

"The address is above." The man in the baseball cap drank the vodka in one go. "I can't stay for a long time. London has been in a panic recently. If you have any problems, don't communicate in person. It's not safe at all."

"Then be careful recently. There is no special situation, and I will not contact you." The police officer sighed softly and pushed a ball of rolled up banknotes over.

When informants are full of dangers, although the returns are good, their lives are always on the verge of being.

The man pinched the banknotes in his palm, pressed the brim of the baseball hat, and quickly left the tavern.

The elderly bartender opposite sighed softly and said, "Iward, so many years have passed, are you still investigating the cause of George's death?"

Officer Eward gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't find out the people behind George, it means that countless people are facing great dangers. I'm not only for George, but also for others."

The bartender sighed softly, pushed a glass of tequila in front of him, reminding him: "I have been running this tavern for more than 40 years and have seen all kinds of people. You and George are the people I admire the most, so I will introduce Ned to you as your eyeliner. But I have to remind you not to try to get a mantis arm in a car, but learn to use other powers to fight against that mysterious organization."

Eward nodded to the bartender and said, "Thank you for your reminder, I know what to do." After saying that, he drank the tequila in one go, pressed the money on the bottom of the glass, and then left firmly.

The bartender sighed heavily and said to himself: "There are so many people in the world who want to be saviors, but most of them are moths to the fire, alas..."

Aiwald called out the driver, a young man in his twenties. He took out the key from his bag, and the young man took it into his hand, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you don't seem to drink much."

Eward smiled, "That's right, it's enough to prove that I'm drunk."

The young man sat in the driver's seat, started the vehicle, stepped on the accelerator, and said, "Cool. Uncle, your car has cost a lot of money, right?"

Eward sat in the back row and closed his eyes to rest, smiling and said, "There has not been many places to change. I have optimized the intake system and exhaust system."

The young man tried to step on the accelerator, and the car made a whimpering roar.

Aiward suddenly felt something was wrong, grabbed the young man's shoulder, and ordered loudly: "Get out of the car quickly!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. After the violent explosion, the car roared flames and started to burn wildly, and soon there was only the remaining iron shell left.

The elderly bartender rushed out and stood at the door, looking at the car with his mouth wide open, his eyes full of anger, astonishment and helplessness.

Many years ago, Iwald's master George sat in his car and was killed by an explosive device. Unfortunately, Iwald did not learn this lesson and fell into a trap.

A military-green off-road vehicle hidden in the dark slowly drove away from the alleyway.

"I didn't expect the dark side organization to be so cruel. A London sheriff killed in the street. Aren't they afraid of being retaliated by the police?" the blonde frowned and sighed.

The black knight Christopher Hampden gently breathed, saying, "It is natural that the top government officials have people from dark sides, so they are fearless. They originally thought they could find Irving's whereabouts from Sheriff Iward, but they didn't expect that he had been targeted long ago."

Iwald shouldn't have modified his car because during the modification process, the detonating equipment was installed in the car. This tragedy was destined to happen a long time ago, so even if the black hero wants to save Iwald, he will be helpless.

Black Knight Christopher Hampden said in a deep voice: "Stalking the man wearing a baseball cap, he is Iward's informant, and he should be able to find some clues from him."
Chapter completed!