The day of the incident
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A month ago, at ten minutes past twelve on the day of the murder, downtown.
The Oak Tavern, which was supposed to be in business hours, closed its doors tightly, with two crossed seals sealing off the front.
"...... No, it's not like we're the only shop laced with other alcohol for sale, why are you just staring at us, huh?" The tavern owner's wife stood in front of the bar, indignantly slapping the table, "And sealing the shop and arresting people in the middle of the night, how does this make our shop open in the future!?"
"Yes, yes, yes, that woman, who was also withdrawn as hell in the police force, is completely ignorant of the rules." The obese man sitting at the bar burped, his body smelling of alcohol.
He'd had so much to drink that his hand involuntarily shook a little as he lifted his glass, and the spirits ran down the walls of the glass and into his hand.
He noticed the back of his hand, which was wet, and subconsciously wiped it with the sleeve of his uniform.
The uniform of a mounted police officer.
"That woman just wants to force us to die! I've heard before that when those werewolves kill people, ah, they'll cut off the flesh from people's bodies piece by piece and t*****e them for fun, such inhuman monsters should be locked up at birth!" The boss's wife was still gnashing her teeth and chanting, "How can we still let werewolves become police officers, this world is really crazy right crazy!"
"Ah, if the chief hadn't been bailing her out, how could she have stayed in the police force?" The men shook their wine glasses in response.
"Couldn't be sleeping with someone, right?" The boss's wife snorted.
The man didn't reply, the boss's wife's words brought back not-so-good memories.
"...... It's not easy for a woman like you to make it in the police force, but it's different if you have someone noble to help you." At that time, he came over to the expressionless Veronica's side and whispered, "You should have heard of it, my father is that Anthony Rudd MP, I'm really not bragging, take a good look at this pocket watch ......"
He took out a rose gold pocket watch with exquisite workmanship and held it up to Veronica's eyes, saying heatedly, "Look at the eagle banshee coat of arms on it, this is the family coat of arms of our Rawdon family, my father is the head of the Rawdon family, and I'm his only son....... You know what I mean, don't you, I'm in the silver city too! I am also a person with a face in Silver City, the Crown Hotel in the centre of the city, I go there to eat and rest are random credit, you certainly have not been there, right? How about tonight ......"
Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, he smoothly stretched his hand towards Veronica's shoulder.
But at that moment, Veronica raised her hand like lightning and clasped his wrist with a force so great that he subconsciously sucked in a breath of cool air.
He tried to retract his hand, but found that he couldn't move it as if it was caught in a blacksmith's iron vice.
"So, you want me to be your mistress?" Veronica coldly squinted at him and questioned bluntly.
"No, this ......" He felt a distinctly murderous aura and a cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"I believe you're the son of a councilman, otherwise I find it hard to imagine you'd have the guts to drink while on duty." Smelling the alcohol on the other man Veronica's voice was icy, "But there are two things I want you to remember, firstly, I hate alcoholics. Secondly, I hate physical contact with others, if you ever casually touch me ...... again I might overreact and waste your hand!"
At this point he suddenly felt Veronica start to exert force, and a sharp pain was transmitted at his wrist, making it difficult for him to suppress himself and cry out.
...... It was really vivid in his mind, and his wrist was vaguely painful when he thought about it.
Damn, really a bitchy woman who gives her face, if her face is not still passable, who will give her this kind of opportunity?
Thinking of this he depressedly poured another large mouthful of wine.
Speaking of which there have been several days without touching a woman, why not go to Smokey Lane for a walk tonight, anyway, using the name of a mounted police officer does not cost ...... money.
The wine came up in a burst, making him feel more and more floating, his head felt like it was dipped in warm water, dizzy.
The boss's wife watched from the sidelines as the shop's most expensive wine quickly disappeared into his mouth, as if it had flowed into a deep, bottomless hole, and she couldn't help but feel a bit of flesh pain.
"I say, you can really help me set things right, right?" The boss's wife asked with a sceptical face.
This man swore to her that he could get the case against their tavern dropped and get her husband out. That's why she took the money out as the other party said and kept the other party to drink casually in the shop.
To be honest that deadbeat at home being locked up for a few days was a small matter, but the tavern wouldn't be able to stay open if they didn't find a way to overturn the case of selling fake alcohol in the shop.
"Saying it's okay means it's okay la, what's the point of asking, don't you believe me?" The man unpleasantly stuttered his wine glass so hard that the remnants of the wine in the glass splashed, the strength of the wine made him become unusually easily agitated.
"Who knows? I've got nowhere to go if you lied to me." The boss's wife did not show any weakness, she was originally a spirited nature that dared to cause trouble at the police station, and she had been dealing with those drunks in the pub for years, so the man's routine had no deterrent effect on her at all.
This stupid woman can be really troublesome ......
The man impatiently fumbled around for a while, his drunkenness making him momentarily unable to remember where he had stuffed his pocket watch.
A few moments passed before he finally pulled out the gold pocket watch and lifted it up to show the boss's wife, "Keep your eyes open, this is the coat of arms of the Rawdon family! Anthony Rudd MP you know, that's my dad ...... I have a lot of ways, what's the point of helping you out?"
The boss's wife surveyed the pocket watch, still somewhat half-hearted. She didn't have much understanding of what kind of MPs and other characters, but this gold watch does seem to be quite valuable ...... Maybe this police officer in front of her really has a bit of a doorway.
"OK." The boss's wife let out a long breath, put an envelope on the bar and pushed it over, "I put the money here, you have to help me well well well well ah."
The man took the envelope with a dark face and stuffed it several times before he managed to stuff it into his pocket.
Really bad luck, ran into a woman who doesn't get on, entrusting someone to do something doesn't know how to be polite, when he took things from other shops and collected money, which of those bitches didn't nod their heads and bow their heads?
He is not short of money, just enjoy the feeling of being on top of the world, this boring public office, only this pleasure is worthy of praise.
Speaking of those women in the smoky alley is also, obviously they are willing to appreciate the face should be grateful, just because they did not give money to rush to finish, not at all interesting ......
Now the wine is also full, go there to walk well ...... Wait, it seems that it is almost time to return the g*n, that damn place seems to be in the opposite direction ...... Damn, can not open next to the police station... ...
The man thought in a daze, and his drifting line of sight happened to settle on the boss's wife's plump breasts.
"What are you looking at?" The boss's wife immediately noticed his line of sight and gave him a wary glare.
"Well ......," the man suddenly had an idea and grinned straight across his mouth, "I received the money, let's talk about the rest of the payment."
Driven by the alcohol, he reached out and caught the boss's wife's hand.
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