Red Dead Redemption Dawn

There was still no one in the police station, and all the policemen on the night shift had already gone out to patrol.

John pushed open the office door.

There were three people in it. Sitting on the chair in the sheriff's office was the guy who questioned Baylor for the first time at the headquarters. John remembered that he was Sheriff Richie.

"Sheriff John, haha, I never imagined that you would become the sheriff here. The first time I saw you, I thought you were just a little police officer." Sheriff Rich stood up and said to John with a smile.

"You remember me, when Baylor was still with you, I asked if you were his nephew." Sheriff Rich showed good enthusiasm to John.

"Of course, it's nice to see you again, Sheriff Richie." John shook hands with Richie happily.

"I heard that Sheriff Richie has made quite good progress on the case at the dock. I feel a little bit stubborn for my sudden arrival. I feel very ashamed." John held Richie's hand and looked ashamed.

"Where is it? In fact, I can't hide from Sheriff John. The progress on my side is hard to describe." Richie took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to John, then lit it, and said with a sullen face.

"With the current clues, the murderer is probably a highly educated person, although I don't want to believe that a highly educated person would do such inhumane things. But the current clues are like this, otherwise I won't know in detail. What are human organs and where are they located in the human body." Richie continued after taking a puff of cigarette.

"There are seven clinics in Heishui Town, a small hospital that only started operation last year. For more than ten days, I have been investigating the doctors and their friends in those five clinics, hoping to find something, but today I have finished investigating the last one. The clinic has still not found relevant evidence, and they were all staying at home very safely at the time of the homicide."

"Sheriff John, to tell you the truth." Richie took a deep breath of his cigarette and said, "I can't do anything."

"What about the people in the hospital?" John asked.

"I also called people to investigate. But, as of now, it is unlikely that they all have witnesses to prove that they were drinking in their own house or bar at the time."

"And they basically won't find prostitutes in the dock area, because where the goods are not good, they will go to the commercial area after get off work."

Richie finished picking up a stack of his ten days of investigation documents from the desktop, and said to John, "These are all things I've found in the past ten days, and although they may not be useful, I'll give them to you. , I hope you can see something, I will go back to the business district tomorrow, tonight is the last day to stay here, to be honest, I am really not used to staying here."

"Sergeant John, I hope you can make good progress after you take over. I'm leaving." After Ritchie finished speaking, he recruited his two team members and left.

John nodded, then watched them leave the place.

Ritchie's two team members looked quite happy, after all, after taking over the case, they had not made any progress in the ten-day running. No one will be happy, and now that someone has taken over this mess, no matter how they think about it, they will not feel that the credit will be robbed. He only hopes to return to the clean and comfortable area of ​​the business district.

"So, we have no progress now?" Kane complained angrily.

"Let's take a look at the information first, what's the use?" John handed the documents to Kane and Lambert in batches.

Lambert went to get a pot of coffee in the meantime.

The three kept looking at these materials until late at night.

The information here is fairly detailed. All the people involved in the deceased have done immediate inquiries and investigations, ruling out the possibility of vendetta, love murder and robbery. But I can't get much useful things, and they all look the same as usual.

As for whether to ask the question again tomorrow, John felt that it was unnecessary. He asked all the investigation materials of Sheriff Goulich should be asked. Neither John nor Kane could find any questions to ask once.

"Don't read it, my head hurts." Kane put down the information in his hand and complained.

"These things are still useful, at least they exclude a lot of people and save us a lot of time." John also put down the pile of materials.

"Our murderer is too mysterious," Kane said.

"Do you think it's James?" Kane remembered James who was beaten beyond recognition by John.

"No, I still have some understanding and confidence in the interrogation methods." John thought for a while and shook his head to deny this conjecture.

"It is known that our murderer is highly educated, and most likely is a doctor, and then he hates women like the Church of True Love, but why did they attack prostitutes twice?" Kane looked at the light and thought.

"Because prostitutes are easier to kill?" Lambert asked.

"Not ruled out, but maybe he only hates prostitutes?" Kane speculated on the side, "but why does he hate prostitutes?"

"Yes, why does he hate prostitutes?" John was stunned when he heard it.

"Has he been hurt by a prostitute?" Lambert thought of those idiots from the True Love Sect.

"He also took their organs, he must have a big mental problem." Kane continued to analyze for himself.

After hearing this, a certain figure flashed in John's head, and he began to rummage for information.

After a while, I found the interview record of the first friend of the deceased.

There is a clear record of Sheriff Rich's questioning to them.

'Did she have anything unusual the day before the incident? Scared or unusually nervous or something? ’

'No, she was the same as usual that day and didn't see any difference. When she came back from work last night, she was soaked in the rain and had a bit of a stuffy nose when she spoke. Other than that, there was no difference. ’

'Then does she have any signs of being beaten by any guest recently? Have you talked to you about her encountering a guest who is behaving oddly. ’

'Does it count as rubbing the **** vigorously? We often encounter this kind of customer. But haven't heard from her that someone beat her, it's been normal these days. ’

'Does she owe anyone money or something? ’

'I don't know, but as far as I know, she didn't borrow money from anyone. ’

Later, John found a friend of the second deceased to ask questions.

'Did she have anything unusual the day before the incident? Showing fear or nervousness or something? "

'No, it's just that she's not feeling well these days. ’

'Then does she have any signs of being beaten by any guest recently? ....’

'Has any strange person approached her recently? ’

'No, we didn't see anyone. ’

Still the same question.

But John looked at the record and frowned.

Seeing John's expression of embarrassment holding the two interview records, Kane and Lambert looked at each other.

"John, have you found something?" Kane asked.

"No, it doesn't make sense." John handed the two pieces of information to Kane, and continued to think while lying on the sheriff's seat without speaking.

Kane took the documents and looked at Lambert carefully, but still couldn't see anything.

"John, is there any problem with these two documents?"

"I met a priest in the West End today." John took out a cigarette, lit one, and told the priest Haydn he met today.

"I heard you say that he should be a kind person, he should be respected, but you doubt him?" Kane said after listening.

"Why? He should be one of the few good people in this city." Kane was puzzled.

"Have you read the transcript of the interview just now?" John asked back.

"Look, I didn't see any problem." Kane was puzzled, and then checked the document carefully.

Suddenly Kane's eyes suddenly lit up.

"They didn't feel very well before they died! Oh~! God!?" Kane was shocked.

"I don't know, he doesn't seem to have any mental problems." John wasn't sure, Father Haydn completely matched the image of a kind and loving old man.

"No, maybe he has." Lambert said on the side.

"So?" John and Kane looked at Lambert together.

"John, you said that he is a field doctor, so he must have been on the battlefield, and once he has been on the battlefield, the cruelty of the war will cause many retired soldiers to have war sequelae. This is a mental illness, I'm not sure. Something will be done to ease it," Lambert said.

"How do you know?" John asked Lambert, looking at Lambert. Lambert's age is unlikely to have participated in any wars.

"His father also committed suicide because of the aftermath of the war," Kane said.

"After retiring, he often woke up in his dreams, and then shouted for support outside the door with a gun, and the enemy attacked. My mother couldn't stand it and was afraid that he would hurt me, so she took me away from him and came here. My mother told me later that my father committed suicide a few years after we were gone." Lambert recalled his bad past.

"Then that's right, why the prostitute doesn't show any sign of resistance, because he is a doctor or a priest. His identity makes everyone feel at ease with him, even if he is holding a scalpel in front of you~www.NovelMTL.com~ Kane picked up the photos of the dead and Duke's autopsy report and said as he looked at it.

"My God, prostitutes have to go to the doctor because they are not feeling well, but the fees at the clinic are so expensive that they can put their income in the pockets of those doctors for a few days, and Father Haydn's near-free treatment is their only option."

"God, no one is weaker and easier to deal with than a sick prostitute. Who would have thought that such a devil's heart would be hidden under the sacred exterior." Kane shook his head and told this. Unexpected truth.

"It's him! John, let's go and arrest him. We solved the case!" Kane said excitedly.

John looked at the two who were still excited and hesitated for a while. Although the war sequelae was indeed a mental illness, he couldn't tell which symptom it would be, but John had seen Father Haydn.

John couldn't feel any mental problems in front of him. No matter in his actions or words, he fit into a kind-hearted old man.

He was also an old priest well-respected in the neighborhood, John wasn't sure.

"John, let's go arrest him and bring him to justice, or he may commit a crime again next time." Kane was still excited about the successful completion of the first case after taking office.

"Okay, let's talk to him first." John can only nod in agreement. From the current clues, Father Haydn almost fits all the characteristics of the murderer.

So the three of them immediately headed towards the church in the west end. When passing by the back door of the hospital, John saw several people in the hospital loading a dead body into a mule cart, and the driver was wearing a hood and looked like The burial bodies are ready to be discarded at the disposal hospital.

Glancing at John, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the church.