Vol 4 Chapter 11: I am a detective

As it passes by during the day, Herbert’s gates are closed, and the icy iron fences and well-trained security make this place, which accounts for about 2% of the entire island of Chichi Island, out of reach.
Here, it is the only place on the island that is more luxurious than the Alfred Hotel; even if it is looking at the whole of Western Europe, the reputation of Herbert House is second to none.
Of course, the civilians on the island usually do not have the opportunity to enter the guest. They are at most going to work...
"Hello, is there anything wrong?"
When Sam and the seal came to the gate of the manor, the security guards in the booth immediately asked in a patterned tone.
Although the security guard intended to show a calm look, it was not clear at first glance that the person’s look was different.
Everyone will lie, but not everyone knows how to lie; most people can control the tone and wording when lying, but some subtle expressions and small movements are difficult to control... and excellent Detectives can often use these details as a breakthrough.
"You don't know me?" Sam didn't answer the other's question. He just lifted the hat on the head of his head and lifted it up, and took a few steps to get the face under the light.
"You are..." The change in the security guard’s expression has indicated that he recognized Sam.
"I have something to do with John, please let me know." Sam did not wait for him to finish his words, he said directly.
"This..." The security hesitated for two seconds, and said, "Okay... you wait."
After that, he picked up the internal phone on the table, pressed a speed dial button, and turned the chair under his body for half a turn, ready to talk to someone.
"The police have come." Almost as the security guard turned around, he couldn't help but lower his voice and whispered to Sam.
"What?" Wen said that Sam was still quite surprised. He immediately looked at the manor through the fence, but in the night, he could not see the light of the police car.
"Don't look for it, he didn't have an alarm." Feng did not know what Sam was looking for, so he called.
"Can you say that the police have arrived?" Sam suspected.
"If you are John, after encountering some kind of unexpected situation..." Hearing slowly, "You will call the police directly, let a police car sing the police siren Wuyang Wuyang to enter their own The door is still... I will dial the phone number on the desk of the police chief, let him bring some people to look at it in a low-key way?"
His words made Sam Mousse open.
Even Sam himself smiled in his heart: "Oh... what am I thinking? The person who happened was John Herbert..."
No matter how advanced the system of human society has developed, the phenomenon that
a small number of people with more resources will have privileges
cannot be eliminated.
As the "island master" on the island of Kirkko, John Herbert naturally does not need to go through any routine process, as long as he has not reached the end of the road, he will never let a team of law enforcement departments He screamed at the flute, lit the lights, and lined up into his house.
At least on this island, John will not leave the fact that people can
point and point
to him behind his back.
"Oh..." After a while, the security guard’s call was over. He turned around and paused for a second before the opening. He seemed to be thinking about how to call Sam in front of him. "Mr. Herbert, you... ..." He glanced at the buddy next to Sam. "...and your friend can go in, the sheriff is waiting for two..."
After all, he has pressed the button on the console at hand to open the door to the manor.
Sam didn't have any politeness with him. He didn't even say thank you, and turned away. But when he passed by the security guard, he still slammed his head and rushed to the security guard to reveal a fascinating smile, as if to say for his companion's rudeness. "Sorry".
In this way, the two quickly walked through the gate, along a stone paved path (the gravel road is for people to walk, the next lane is the asphalt road), and went to the mansion inside the manor.
This road is not long or short, there are street lights along the way, but it is still impossible to clearly distinguish this piece of land everywhere.
"Yes, seal." Sam didn't take a few steps, Sam thought of something. "You still didn't tell me... How did you know that the police had arrived?"
"Of course, through the observation of the security guard." Feng did not feel back.
"Oh?" Sam glanced at his brother. "What have you observed?"
"First of all, judging from his face and age, this is obviously a long-term night security guard." Feng did not mind not telling the process of his own reasoning.
"I understand the face...but is there any direct connection between age and night shift?" Sam's thinking was not slow, and he immediately raised a question.
"Of course there is..." Feng Shui replied in a very normal tone. "Whoever wants to put a young, well-behaved security guard on the post during the day, because there are many people coming in and out during the day, letting go of a spiritual point." Security guards can support the facade; in addition, there are many things during the day. In case of troubles that some young people can't handle, everyone is awake anyway, and young people can call the superiors at any time by phone.
"But, at night, like this 'single-person', you have to have an older, experienced staff to guard; the people of this age are safer, and if they have a moth, they also have certain Separate processing ability. In addition... the amount of work at night is small, and it is very likely that it will be fine overnight, so that people who are nearing retirement will do just that."
"Oh..." Sam nodded. "You know something about this line."

I know a lot about the industry.
Feng does not know,
From the underlying service industry, to the middle-level transactional industry, to the high-end creative industry... My career requires me to understand 'people' and Everything that 'people' are closely related... It is clear that 'professional' is a very important part of it."
"Hey?" Sam heard this and couldn't help but ask, "Say, I haven't asked... What are you doing?"
"Detective." Feng did not quite return these two words, and added in a second. "It may not be appropriate for me to say this myself, but I have to add one more sentence... one is very good. Detective."
When the voice fell, Sam’s reaction... was as exciting as I expected.
The man was almost incomprehensible and took a sigh of relief, his face suddenly became pale, and even his walking could not help but be chaotic.
At this moment, Sam has begun to regret... He regrets that he has found such an "out-of-court prover" and regrets that he brought this "friend" to the crime scene.