I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Matthew came in full of rage and the fire went out. .biqugev

He always thought that Du Wensen was a madman with a high IQ, but he ignored one question. Can he deal with Du Wensen, who could easily kill more than ten people?

"Chief Matthew came at the right time, why don't we all have breakfast together!"

Matthew looked up and saw Du Wensen asking him.

"Okay, okay, we really haven't had breakfast yet." Matthew said with a smile.

at the same time! He saw the little girl named Neve running towards her, hugging Du Wensen's arm and kissing her endlessly.

"Damn it! There really isn't a normal person in this mental hospital."

After a while,

Matthew and all the police officers sat in the restaurant, with a sumptuous breakfast in front of them.

Matthew looked at the food in front of him strangely.

Salads, steaks, cookies, milk, and fresh fruits are all what he likes to eat. Is this really a makeshift breakfast?

He glanced at the other police officers and could tell from the expressions on their faces that everyone was satisfied with their food.

And the food seems to have been prepared long ago, that is to say.

Matthew didn't dare think about it anymore because it was too scary.

"Chief Matthew, can you tell me what happened last night?" Du Wensen asked while looking at the newspaper.

Matthew looked up and saw that the photo of him and Du Vincent standing together in the newspaper was particularly dazzling.

"Sixteen motorcycle gangs were killed, and there was a witness at the scene. A bank was robbed, and your footage was on the surveillance. And this morning, a citizen reported that his son died at home last night. According to their description, It was you who entered their house last night," Matthew replied.

"So, are you here to arrest me?" Du Wensen put down the newspaper and asked.

After Matthew came closer, he whispered: "Mr. Du, last night's case had nothing to do with you. It was all about that person framing you, right?"

Du Wensen pushed the newspaper in front of Matthew and said, "Sheriff, what do you think of the name they gave me?"

"The Ripper, Vincent To, killed six people in a row, and the incompetent police allowed the murderer to go free."

Suddenly, a surge of anger rose from Matthew's heart.

"These damn reporters, the case has not been determined yet, they are reporting randomly in order to attract attention. Sooner or later, I will arrest them all."

"Okay, Matthew, now tell me about the home invasion and murder case!" Du Wensen said with interest.

Matthew said unexpectedly: "Wait! Don't you care about the other two cases? In comparison, the death of an ordinary citizen is just a small case."

"The bank has been stolen, and it's up to you to be smart enough to find out the truth. I still think the home invasion and murder case is more interesting!" Du Wensen replied.

Heck, in New York, murder is more normal than a coworker asking you what you had for lunch today. But Vincent Dou thought it was funny!

Matthew didn't know what was interesting.

So he said dissatisfied: "Mr. Du, this is just an ordinary murder case. The reporter was an elderly man named Francis Miller. According to him, someone broke into his house in the middle of the night last night. He thought it was a thief and killed the person. After I ran away, I didn't care after seeing that I didn't lose anything. Unexpectedly, I found my son dead on the bed this morning, and he happened to see your photo in the newspaper, which was exactly the same as the one last night."

After saying that, Ma Meng added: "In our opinion, the old guy is just confused and dazzled. As for his son, we have already checked. He is a bastard who takes drugs every day. It will be the same if such a person dies one day." It’s a perfectly normal thing.”

After Du Wensen listened carefully, he nodded and said, "Very good. It's really an interesting case. Tell me the address and I'll go take a look soon."

Matthew was stunned, why couldn't Vincent Du make sense? Isn't a bank robbery more important than the death of an ordinary person?

But seeing Du Wensen's interested look, he had no choice but to ask, "Don't you need me to go with you?"

Du Wensen shook his head: "You go investigate the bank theft case, I can go alone!"

"But what if that family thinks you are a murderer?" Matthew asked.

Du Wensen smiled knowingly: "So I need you, Sheriff, to lend me something!"

after an hour.

Duvinson, wearing a police uniform, appeared in front of Francis Miller's house.

After pressing the doorbell, Francis' wife Tiny opened the door and after asking about Du Wensen's origin and checking his police ID, she let him in.

It could be seen that Tiny was very sad, as if he had lost his mind. After pouring a glass of water for Du Wensen, he sat next to him and kept chattering about his son's past.

Du Wensen picked up the photo album on the table and looked at it while smiling and listening.

After a while, Tiny noticed something unusual.

"Officer? Officer!"

After pushing the sleeping Du Wensen up, she said angrily: "Damn it! My son was killed, and they actually sent a police officer like you to work like this with taxpayers' money? I want to complain and vote Shelter you!”

Du Wensen, who woke up, said expressionlessly: "Actually, it may not be a bad thing for you to die a son who only knows how to take drugs and have sex with you. At your current age, you can still have another son, so there is no need at all. sad."

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"What did you say? You said my son died well? Get out of my house. I don't want to see you anymore. I'm going to file a complaint against you now. I want you to be fired!" Tiny said angrily.

Du Wensen hurriedly suggested: "No! Ms. Tiny, don't get excited. I will investigate the cause of your son's death now, okay?"

"My son was killed by a guy named Du Wensen. My husband saw this with his own eyes. Why are you investigating? I don't want to see you again. I want your chief to come and apologize to me in person." Tiny was still emotional.

"Hey!" Du Wensen sighed and said, "Actually, your son was killed by your husband. You already understand in your heart, right?"

Tiny stared at Du Vincent with wide eyes, turned around and rushed into the kitchen. When he came out again, he had a shiny kitchen knife in his hand.

Du Wensen said without moving: "Your husband is infertile, and your son was born to someone else!"

"when!"

The kitchen knife fell to the ground when it was less than a centimeter away from Du Wensen. Tiny hugged her face and cried bitterly.

"No, it's not what you think. It was Francis himself who asked me to find someone else to conceive a baby. He said he wanted a complete family. He has been very good to his son over the years. It is absolutely impossible for him to kill him!"

"You know it very well, don't you? Look at these photos. If he really likes your son, why does he keep such a distance from his son in every photo and have a false smile!" Du Wensen said with a smile.