That’s the author!

A very unexpected yet reasonable result. Although emotionally, Ying did not want this author to be associated with the case, anyone could see that this was the most reasonable thing to do.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the high degree of overlap between the case details and the plot of the novel.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that the suspect imitated the plot of the novel, but now, this possibility seems to have been ruled out.

Ying quickly accepted this conclusion, but Paimeng couldn't accept it: "But didn't you say..."

"I still stick to my opinion. I don't think he has ever killed anyone." Xiawolei believes in her own judgment.

People who have killed others are different from ordinary people. No matter how well they hide, some things cannot be hidden.

For example, people with a profession like butchers are generally not liked by babies because butchers have killed many lives, and babies have pure souls and can see the resentment entangled in butchers, so they will be afraid.

This statement may sound a bit metaphysical, but people can't help but believe it. The same is true for people who have killed someone. Both their eyes and micro-expressions will become different because of such an experience.

Xia Wulei had come into close contact with the author and was sure that he was not someone with blood on his hands.

“Of course, this does not mean that the prisoner did not come to his home, or that he did not sell the roses he grew to the prisoner.

No matter what, an interrogation is inevitable." Xia Wo Lei still emphasized the sale of roses. It can be seen that she is very opposed to wrongly accusing good people.

Paimon understood after hearing this: "Then where are we going now..."

"It's the author's home." Xia Wulei expressed Paimon's guess.

Not far from their destination, the three of them walked to the side of the Clementine Line, stood on the hillside and looked down. There were two houses built opposite each other below.

Xiawolei pointed to the house facing them and said, "That's the house."

Paimon looked over and found that there were many mechanical guards stationed outside the house. He couldn't help but feel a little strange: "There are so many mechanical guards around. An ordinary person's home shouldn't be like this, right?"

Xia Wulei seemed to have known this situation. She shrugged and said, "According to what he said the last time I met him, he hopes not to be disturbed."

How credible such a statement is is unknown. I don't know whether Xiawolei believes it or not. Anyway, I don't believe it.

Paimon didn't think too much about it. She looked at the area patrolled by the mechanical guards. It was a large flower field with many rainbow roses blooming in the field. "There are so many flowers planted in his yard. Uh... but it's too difficult to avoid these guards to pick them."

"So I think the relationship between him and the criminal must be complicated." Xia Wulei had regret on her face. Emotionally, she didn't want the author of such a good work to be associated with the murderer, but rationally, she told her that the author was indeed related to the murderer.

Paimon looked at the house with smoke coming out of it and hesitated: "Should we knock on the door?"

Xia Volei nodded, then shook her head: "For safety reasons, let me deal with some of the mechanical guards first."

There were too many mechanical guards. If the other party had bad intentions and rashly knocked on the door and were surrounded and beaten, the three of them would be in trouble.

Ying clearly realized the importance of weapons control at this moment. If Fontaine had strictly implemented weapons control and listed weapons used by agency guards as being absolutely prohibited from being purchased and sold, this kind of trouble would not have occurred.

In fact, there is nothing that can be done about this. After all, neither Funina nor Villette are very good at governing the country. Fontaine may seem prosperous, but the tax revenue, or the economic benefits the country can achieve through tax revenue, is not high. In other words, the people of Fontaine are rich, but Fontaine has no money.

If they don't make some extra money in this way, the two people from Fontaine will have to beg on the street.

Little Paimon didn't understand Xiawolei's proposal: "How are you going to solve this problem when it's so far away?"

"Paimon, have you forgotten? I am a real gunner." Xia Wulei said, took out his gun and started aiming directly.

Then, under the stunned gaze of Ying and Paimon, Xiawolei performed a series of rapid target shooting without missing a single shot.

There was almost no hesitation in opening fire. Often, before Paimon found the target, Xiawolei had already fired a bullet, and this bullet could always travel a very long distance and accurately hit the head of a guard of an agency.

In a short while, most of the agency guards were wiped out by Xia Wole, and even if there were any left, they no longer posed a threat.

They are the number that can definitely run away even if they can't win, which can be regarded as leaving some defensive strength for the owner of this place, and it can be regarded as an explanation...

Did you really give it?

unimportant.

"Done, let's go." Xia Wole put away the gun with a calm expression.

Paimon was a little confused: "Wait wait, wait, I'm a little nervous when I think there might be a murderer there. Tell me again what to do."

"I'll knock on the door first to make sure the house is safe. By the way, I'll ask him if he's willing to go to the security team. We have some questions for him." Xia Wulei repeated.

Paimon thought about it and felt it was unsafe: "Can't we just arrest him?"

This is the safest way.

Xiawolei shook her head: "We don't have enough evidence to prove that he is the murderer or assisted the murderer.

However, I hope that when I knock on the door, you can help me pick one of his rainbow roses so that I can bring it back to the Shadow Chaser Court for comparison later."

Ying's eyes changed when she looked at Xia Wole. She thought that she had been following that lawless criminal Safir every day and had done many illegal things.

Although if you think about it carefully, the most serious crime she committed in Fontaine was eating the water god's cake, she still felt that she was a bad person because it was cool.

But... today she suddenly realized that what she did with Saphir was far less illegal than what she did with Xiawolei.

Because in just these few days, she has witnessed actions including but not limited to: sting enforcement, bribery, coercion, damage to property, etc., and the next step is to commit a theft.

This made Ying couldn't help but sigh, is this how the Fontaine police handle cases? It's really... hard to describe.

"Hmm? Is there any problem?" Xia Wole felt that Ying's eyes were not right and asked.

Ying shook her head: "It's okay, go ahead, be careful and stay safe."

After the three of them determined the division of labor, they began to act on their own.

Chavore walked straight to the door and knocked: "Mr. Baptiste, are you home?"

After a few seconds, a man's voice came from the room. He seemed to complain, "It's so late..." As the door opened, the rest of the words changed, "Oh, it's Officer Xiawolei."

A man wearing high-end Fontaine clothing walked out of the door and stood in front of Xiawolei. The man looked gentle and elegant, which was exactly what a literary and artistic worker should look like.

The man was tall. Xiawolei had to look up to see his face when she stood level with him. "Mr. Baptiste, would you mind going with me to the guard post? I have some questions for you about the case."

"Is it the same... gun murder case as last time?" Baptiste looked very calm, and his tone was a little impatient, as if he felt that the other party was disturbing him, or perhaps he thought that he had cooperated with Xiawolei several times and was already very familiar with her, so he actually began to inquire about the case.

Xia Wo Lei's eyes were slightly cold: "I have nothing to say for now."

"Heh..." Baptiste sneered, "That's right."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be willing to cooperate, Xiawolei put his hands on his hips and posed: "Mr. Baptiste, what is your answer?"

Baptiste shook his head and waved his hands. "Alas... Miss Chavore, I will save you some trouble." Then he shouted to the yard, "And you two over there, save your trouble of picking flowers. These buds are not ready to bloom yet."

Ying and little Paimeng who are addicted to picking flowers: oO?

After being caught, little Paimeng was very ashamed. Unlike Ying, she thought she was still very law-abiding and not as unruly as Ying.

The two of them simply walked out of the flower field and came to the door.

Xia Wulei was not discouraged by the failure of the plan. Instead, she asked with interest: "What do you mean by saving effort..."

The next second, Baptiste said something that shocked them all: "I killed him."

“…!” Even Xia Wole, who was experienced in handling cases, didn’t know what to say at this moment.

Paimon exclaimed even more: "He...he admitted it!"

"Relax, everyone. I don't have any weapons with me. The gun is buried in the backyard." Baptiste spread his hands to indicate that he was not carrying any weapons.

Looking at Baptiste who confessed his guilt calmly, Chavore narrowed her eyes slightly: "I have the obligation to remind you, Mr. Baptiste, that every word you say now will become important evidence in the court."

"Of course I know." Baptiste's expression was serious, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

"Huh..." Xia Wo Lei lowered her eyes, feeling extremely disappointed. "I hate this feeling."

Baptiste seemed to be in a good mood and even joked: "Do you hate that I plead guilty, or do you hate that you were wrong?"

He knew, of course, that Xiawolei had ruled him out as a suspect from the beginning, and this error in judgment was unacceptable for a police officer.

"Both." She was certainly upset about her misjudgment, but what was even more unacceptable to Xiawolei was that the author of the work she loved so much was actually a criminal.

Ying frowned: "Why did you do that..."

Baptiste glanced at the rainbow roses in the flowerbed: "It's the same reason I wrote in the novel - for revenge."

Chavore was silent. Baptiste's confession was too sudden and she was unable to react for a while.

Baptiste didn’t even give her time to think about it, and then said, “I know you haven’t found any connection between him and me, otherwise I would have joined the guard team long ago.

But I will always remember his face, the one who killed my mother."

“…your mother is still alive.” Xia Wulei couldn’t help but remind her.

Baptiste turned his head slightly and looked directly into Chavore's eyes: "You know I was adopted. I'm talking about my biological mother."

"These are not written in the orphanage's records." Chavore frowned, trying to find Baptiste's flaws.

Baptiste stretched out his hands and looked at his palms. "The death of his mother in front of his eyes is enough to teach a six-year-old child to protect himself with lies."

"So, everything in the novel is... true?" Paimon found it a little unbelievable. He looked at Baptiste with unbearable eyes, as if begging for a negative answer because this fact was too cruel.

Baptiste smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, of course not. The novel has been processed artistically.

But… I am the illegitimate son of a rich man, and that rich man killed my mother, this is true.” He said as he walked to the side of the road, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"The people you killed had no money." Xiawolei seemed to have grasped a key point.

The deceased was a rogue from Huihe. This old man couldn’t even get enough food to eat, so how could he be a rich man?

Baptiste sneered, "He is a hired killer for money, a beast who attacked a defenseless mother for Mora."

"If that's the case, you shouldn't tell us this. You haven't killed the real mastermind yet." Xia Volei calmed down completely. She was sure that the man in front of her was definitely not the murderer.

He did this for only one purpose, which was to buy time for his companions. This was a gang crime, and besides him, there was another real murderer who had not been found.

Baptiste burst into laughter at Xiawolei's words: "Hahaha... I never thought that such words would come from the mouth of a special patrol captain."

"I'm doubting your motives for doing all this." Xia Wulei said in an interrogative tone. Although she had a conclusion in her heart, some things still needed to be said by the other party himself.

Baptiste didn't realize that he had been seen through. He turned around and faced Chavore and his three companions: "It's simple. I'm tired. I don't want to bear all this anymore.

You may think that I am the kind of person who is afraid to shoot. Then you are right, everything that comes after shooting is the real ordeal. "

"Are you going to give up your revenge just like that?" Xia Wole decided to induce the other party from the perspective of revenge to see if he could break through the other party's psychological defenses.

By the way, verify whether the real murderer has any connection with this hatred.

Without thinking, Baptiste blurted out: "That man has too much power and money. I know that I can't accomplish revenge alone."

"So what? That's not what your book says." Chavore walked slowly towards Baptiste, approaching step by step, just like the process of an interrogation.

The closer he is to Chavore, the greater the pressure Baptiste will face.

Baptiste seemed to have noticed Chavore's intention and suddenly changed the subject: "I thought I was the criminal between us. Are you instigating me to commit a crime, officer?"

Ying patted her forehead, OK, I witnessed another crime: instigation.

The Fontaine cops are awesome!

On the other side, Saphir suddenly appeared in the Hearth House, found Lini, and issued his own order:

"Help me investigate a wealthy businessman, the one who invested in our film Yingying before. Dig out some information. Melo Petersburg needs his investment."