The carriage fell into silence, "Then tell me why you gave a fictitious truth." Irena said.

"Of course, I want to save the face of the master. My daughter deliberately made this farce to embarrass herself. Councilman Carter can't bear it. He can only follow the truth and say that a thief stole the necklace, which saves the reputation of the master.

Secondly, Congressman Carter’s precious daughter has really exposed the matter. The unlucky ones are the servants around her. The daughter may be detained at home for a few days at most, and the maid or two guards may lose their jobs.”

"that's it?"

"What else could it be for?"

"I thought our brother was enlightened and wanted to climb high, and then he threw away your two gentle and lovely sisters."

"I don't see the gentleness there. Don't make things more difficult for yourself. I also feel that these words are sour."

"Huh, no."

"You brother and sister have a good relationship, hahaha."

About an hour later, the carriage arrived at Wallen Street, and the three of them got out of the car and said goodbye to Mr. Russell before returning home.

After everyone said good night, Annick returned to his room to reflect on what happened today.

In fact, there is a third possibility that he did not mention. After all, this is a world with extraordinary power, that is, there really is an extraordinary person who happened to pass by and climbed over the wall with one kick without the need for tools.

Then he used some kind of ability to open the door, and then hid the necklace as a prank. Then he broke open the glass of the back door and ran out of the yard.

The holes in the ceiling happened to be caused by termites or other animals, and the soil of the green plants happened to be watered too much today.

As for the photo frame, Miss Anne just didn't use it. She didn't check whether there was double-glazing, and the glass fragments scattered at the scene were not weighed to prove that it was not just the glass on the door.

It's just that this kind of coincidence is so outrageous that it is only theoretically possible, unless there really is something wrong with the god of mischief.

The new week's work is still very boring. In addition to processing files, I also drink tea with Old Betsy. Today, Old Betsey seems to be in a good mood. She also brought sugar cubes from home. The bitter black tea neutralizes it a lot.

"Mr. Betsy is in a good mood today."

"It's not bad. I'm very happy when I think about retiring in just two weeks and being able to leave this rainy and humid place."

"Where are you going?"

"Let's take my wife on a trip first and enjoy the abundant sunshine in the south."

"Mr. Betsy, how can we fabricate a case safely and reasonably? How should we deal with it in the file?"

"imaginary?"

"Look at this." Annick took out today's newspaper and pointed to the small advertisement on page 4 where Senator Carter was looking for a necklace.

"Let me take a look." Betsy took the newspaper and started reading it. She put down the newspaper for a long time and took a sip of tea.

"This thief is not an ordinary thief, or the list is not small. He dares to steal something from a dignified congressman's house. Our colleagues in the King's District have to be busy. Why do you have clues?"

Not only are there clues, the necklace is in the pocket of my coat. Annick thought.

"Actually, that necklace is here with me." Annick said and took out the ruby ​​necklace and placed it on the desk.

"This ruby ​​is really big, why is it here with you?" Old Betsy picked it up and looked at it, then put it down.

"There are a lot of twists and turns. Don't worry, I, as a congressman, know about the necklace. Now I'm just trying to imagine a thief criminal, and then he happens to be encountered by me, and I happen to pick up this necklace during the chase."

"Tsk tsk, it seems like it's not a simple theft. Haven't you already thought about how to handle the case? But for this kind of case involving high-level people, you'd better write it more carefully. Finally, there is a second circumstantial evidence to prove your fiction.

A criminal, if you want to get rich, remember to take me with you, haha."

"Definitely." The trick to building a good relationship with your colleagues is to have common interests and secrets. This will bring old Betsy into the water, and if something goes wrong, there will be someone to share the blame with.

"As for the files, you have to know that the best way to cover up the truth of a matter is to write it in the files. We have piled up files on tens of thousands of cases or patrols over the years in this room. No one cares about these details. They just want to

It’s good to get a result.”

"Get rich, what do you mean?" Annick asked confused.

"That's it. Councilor Carter will give a reward of 100 pounds to the person who finds the necklace, and the helper will also receive 30 pounds. Hahaha, you can't make a fortune alone without me."

Betsy pointed to the last paragraph of the newspaper and said, her eyes full of gold pound symbols.

"Can public officials like the police accept other people's finances?" Annick asked.

"On the surface it's not possible, but you can definitely give it to your family.

Who said it has to be given to us personally? Besides, we are receiving bonuses and not accepting bribes."

"So is there any black market or place for selling stolen goods in our jurisdiction?"

"There is an abandoned warehouse at the port. Usually, our police officers gather there after get off work to sell various gray goods. Do you think we should go there once that day? To practice your theory?"

"Is it dangerous? Do you mean gray goods?"

"Usually it's just some low-quality foreign wine or cotton cloth that doesn't pay taxes, and some herbal medicine or daily necessities."

"Aren't you afraid of controlled items?"

"You want to talk about guns? Hahaha, there are only a few people who can afford guns, and bullets are also difficult to get. Maybe these things can only be found in the black markets in the industrial areas in the North District. Of course, you want to get the gatekeeper at the Devon gate there.

People. At the same time, there are some strange people spreading strange ideas in the industrial area to the north."

A cult or ideological enlightenment, Annick thought of this for a moment.

"How about this Monday, Mr. Betsy? It happens to be our turn to patrol."

"No problem, remember to bring casual clothes. We might not run away if we go in wearing police uniforms. If we go in formal attire, it will be easier for someone to steal. Just ordinary casual clothes, we will go after get off work. You can bring some money, I don't know. You can pick up some good stuff on the black market."

Good stuff? Annick was a little confused. For Old Betsy, good stuff was most likely cigarettes or black tea. He didn’t smoke, but if he had tea, he could buy some and take it home.

"Mr. Betsy, what's there on the black market?"

Old Betsey touched her head and whispered: "There are many antiques and handicrafts, but there are also many fakes. If you are knowledgeable, you can find good things there."

Forget it, Annick admits that he doesn't know the goods. In his previous life on earth, he only bought some decorative oil paintings from his fellow countrymen who made fake shoes and hung them at home.

At the end of get off work, after packing up the files with Old Betsy, Old Betsy reminded: "Remember to wear old uniforms tomorrow. Wearing police uniforms there is too ostentatious."
Chapter completed!