The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 256 Tom Kennan
An hour passed.

Finally, there was a knock on the door of the office.

Then, the doorbell was rang again.

"Xue Li, would you like to put on some clothes?" He Nan looked at Xue Li who was curled up under the quilt with only her underwear on, and asked eagerly.

Shirley wasn't afraid to show him like this, but it was a different matter when outsiders came.

"...Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing now." Shirley squirmed back and forth under the quilt, and quickly put on a new set of indoor clothes: "Okay...you can open the door."

"En." He Nan heard the doorbell ringing again, hurriedly shouted "Here we come", and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, a black-haired Latino man wearing sunglasses, short sleeves and shorts appeared outside the door.He held a briefcase in his left hand and a black plastic bag in his right, looking very nervous.

Before He Nan could speak, he asked if this was the office of Shirley and He Nan, and whether he had gone to the wrong place.

"Uh, you're in the right place, sir. I'm He Nan, and this is Xueli." He Nan pointed his palm in Xueli's direction, and introduced him—and Xueli had already sat outside the quilt at this time. The client nodded.

...In fact, putting a quilt on the sofa here tends to make people feel unprofessional here.

However, He Nan felt that these were minor problems with little impact.

"Ah...it's great if you didn't make a mistake, disrespect, disrespect." He took a breath: "Can I come in?"

"Of course." Ho Nan let him into the room, closed the door, and motioned him to sit down: "Would you like something to drink? Ice water? Tea?"

"Tea—just tea." He said hastily, "Actually, I'm not very thirsty, and I can drink it or not. So don't bother, tea is fine."

No, brother, I have nothing on the coffee table except hot water and brown sugar and ginger water. I have to make you fresh tea when you drink it!

If you can drink it or not, then is ice water bad? !

Just connect the water dispenser and add ice cubes!
Americans like to drink ice water very much. Basically, whenever you drink water, you must add ice cubes.

...Even if you drink it yourself occasionally, it is impossible to serve plain water when guests come.

The Japanese also love ice water, but not as much as the Americans.

All in all, half of He Nan's aboriginal souls still love ice water because they grew up in the United States.But the other half who traveled through time were not interested in it, preferring room temperature or hot water.But nothing beats the interest in the variety of Chinese teas.

...and Shirley has always loved ice water.

As a result, there was always a lot of ice in the refrigerator shared by He Nan and Shirley.

In short, although He Nan complained a lot in his heart, he still put on a smile and said that the tea would be coming soon, so he went to make some tea.

Of course, he would not ask whether he wanted black tea or green tea.

When serving tea to people with non-East Asian appearance, black tea is fine by default.

They are not used to drinking green tea, white tea, etc.The compatibility with milk, sugar, etc. is not as good as that of black tea.

While making tea, He Nan heard him introduce himself.

"My name is Tom—Tom ​​Kennan."

uh, tom...

He Nan couldn't help but feel embarrassed in his heart.

You have the same name as Tom Brokenfinger...

Although I know that Tom's rotten street is everywhere... But I still think it's a coincidence.

Tom Severe Finger doesn't feel sorry for you just because you have the same name, does he?

Next, the question he asked made He Nan feel full of flaws.

"I... I took the money from the bank, and then brought it here... It's all my savings, one hundred thousand dollars... Should it be enough?"

Probably enough...unless your case is too complex and dangerous.

In fact, it usually doesn’t cost that much money...the fees can’t be too high. There are general references for the range of money charged for any level of case in this line.

He Nanbian wanted not to glance at the black plastic bag he just patted with his hands, secretly feeling speechless in his heart.

Needless to say, whoever sees you coming out of the bank carrying a black plastic bag would suspect that there is money in it?
If you want to keep it secret, it's much better to put it in the briefcase directly, okay?

Not only does it not hide the fact that you are carrying a lot of banknotes, but it also sets a target and attracts everyone's attention!
It's happened before.

Someone came out of the bank, carrying a black plastic bag. The robbers immediately followed him after seeing him, and then forcibly took it away.

As a result, I opened it in a remote place and found that there were only some cheap souvenirs inside.

Of course, how much you rob is also robbery, this buddy was still imprisoned and sentenced for several years.

Very happy.

...Unfortunately, he was released on bail after spending money.That's a lot of money.

People can't help but wonder why he has to rob when he is so rich—or, that money is the family business accumulated by robbing?

All in all, He Nan feels that this belongs to the primitive accumulation of capital.

Using the money obtained from the robbery as capital, he will continue to be released on bail, and try his best to earn the most money before being caught each time, so as to facilitate the continued development of his career in the future.

As for the court seeing that you have been arrested too much, what should you do if you are not released on bail?
That's impossible, this is New York.Courts make money and allow you to get away with it all the time.After all, you didn't beat people up or something.From this point of view, the buddies who hit people with shackles are not so smart, and they don't understand the theory of sustainable development.

"The tea is ready, please use it." He Nan muttered in his heart like this, and found that the client was restless, so he could only relieve the pressure by staring at Xue Li's cup of brown sugar ginger water.

At this moment, he suddenly realized.

...Oh, that's it.

I said why does he want tea.

Did he see the color of brown sugar ginger water as black tea, and then thought that we had already made tea, so just pour him a cup.

...Well, my understanding should be correct.

He Nan is deeply aware of what is meant by "every moment of life may be reasoning".

He served a cup of black tea for the client and himself, and sat beside Shirley, picking up a notebook and a ballpoint pen.

"Well, Tom Kennan - let's talk about your case, and please describe what happened in as much detail as you can."

"Well, good." Tom Kenan drank the red tea, with fine sweat on his forehead: "Yes...it's like this...my wife Beth——Beth Kennan was killed in a party half a year ago ...But the police insisted that she committed suicide...!"

It was already half a year ago...

He Nan secretly felt something bad in his heart.

In this time span, many clues have disappeared.

Perhaps the murderer can be found out by logical deduction, but... the key evidence may have long since disappeared.

At that time, the law will not be able to punish the murderer.

What will the client do then?
(End of this chapter)