Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 041: Pilgrim
Eeyah…Eeyah…Ah…Bang!
He didn't move his feet until the door of the room was closed. Just after passing 412 but before reaching the elevator, Alex could no longer control himself.
"Things don't make sense."
"We couldn't find his wife. She wasn't in the hotel, didn't answer the phone, there was no trace of her at all. Everything was just his one-sided statement. We didn't see his wife from beginning to end."
“Besides, he was so nice and so gracious.”
"Let me tell you, Corbin Johnson has been coming to the Plaza Hotel for many years, not only for the annual meeting, but also for business trips. He is never friendly. He is just a narcissistic, arrogant and rude lunatic. In his eyes, we are just a bunch of clowns."
"Besides, he had an affair in the hotel more than once. I can swear to God that I did not lie. It was more than once."
"Whenever he sees a beautiful woman, he can't move. Three years ago, he and his wife even had a big fight in the hotel lobby, and he pushed his wife. We all saw it."
"But why was he so cooperative just now?"
"He didn't protest, he didn't scold, he didn't blame, and he didn't boss people around. He was completely cooperative. None of the sheep in the sheepfold were as docile as he was."
Crackling, chattering—
But the most interesting thing is that in order to avoid alarming Corbyn, Alex had to lower his voice and control the volume, but he couldn't control himself during the process of complaining and gradually raised the volume. As a result, Callum had to remind Alex, and then Alex turned down the volume again.
Alex's enthusiasm was a little excessive, and Callum couldn't handle it.
Callum tried to dissuade Alex, but failed after two attempts. In the end, Callum had no choice but to surrender and kept turning up the volume.
Look, when Callum made a gesture to lower his voice again, Alex's voice immediately fell into a cave. His face was flushed and he was very excited, but he had to speak in a low voice. The sharp contrast was naturally funny, but Alex himself didn't notice it.
"Officer, let me tell you, this is not normal."
"Because he feels guilty, and he needs to pretend to cooperate with the investigation to test us. At the same time, he needs to confuse us and disrupt our judgment."
--can not stop.
Callum felt a little helpless, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
With a quick glance, Callum found Kirk eating watermelon nearby, watching the scene with great interest.
"Help," Callum mouthed.
Kirk pretended not to understand: Huh?
Callum: Help.
Seeing Callum almost crying, a smile gently welled up in Kirk's eyes, and he finally managed to control the upward corners of his mouth.
Cough cough!
Kirk lowered his throat and raised his voice, "I don't think so."
With just a few words, the world became quiet.
Alex looked at Kirk with a complicated expression. The mixed emotions of excitement and anger had not yet subsided, and then sadness and disappointment could be seen gradually overflowing in his eyes, just like a poor dachshund.
Kirk didn't care, and showed an expression as if he was thinking about a math problem, "Maybe he has changed his wife?"
Alex: ...
It was completely unable to keep up with Kirk's imagination, so its brain got stuck, and its violently shaking pupils made it look as if smoke was coming out of its head.
Kirk glanced at Alex, his face serious, "I mean, he may have divorced the wife he had three years ago, or he may have murdered her, and now he has a brand new wife, so we can't use what happened three years ago to judge the potential incident in the hotel room today."
Alex opened his mouth slightly and thought he said something, but no sound came out.
Callum thought about it seriously. Although he couldn't refute Kirk, he felt weird about it. "Are you serious?"
Kirk, "Of course not."
Callum: ...
Alex: ...
I am most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.
However, the person involved did not panic at all. He looked calm and confident as he met the two people's gazes. He immediately got to the point.
"I do not believe Mr. Johansen is the suspect we are looking for."
Alex:!
Callum was also full of questions, and he was a little hesitant in his words, "Because he might have changed his wife?"
A small interruption, seemingly a prank, inadvertently controlled the rhythm of the entire conversation. Alex obviously calmed down, his thoughts were completely led by Kirk, and he had controlled the situation in just a few words. Now the initiative of the conversation fell into Kirk's hands.
Kirk's smile rose slightly.
"No. It is very likely that his current wife is still the same one he had three years ago."
"But did you notice Mr. Johnson's wardrobe?"
"All clothes are neatly arranged, tops and pants are separated, shirts and T-shirts are separated, and all clothes are arranged in a row from light to dark colors."
Kirk noticed the detail, but Alex didn't understand, "So what? That doesn't mean anything."
"No." Kirk shook his head. "It means that Mr. Johnson is right. He and his wife reconciled this morning, and his wife finally couldn't stand the mess and tidiness of the closet anymore, so she helped to organize it."
"In addition, some shirts were already wrinkled and were taken out separately and handed over to the hotel laundry room for ironing. A sign for picking up clothes from the laundry room could be seen on the table."
"Mr. Johnson doesn't care about these things at all. Only his wife pays attention to them."
Callum tried to recall the scene, but found that he had not noticed any of the details. Just now, all his attention was on looking for bloodstains and potential scenes of destruction.
But Callum After all, this was not the first time.
"Oh, and there's a lipstick on the bathroom sink."
Kirk added.
Alex finally found his voice. "Maybe it was another woman's. I mean, maybe it was another woman who was in his room last night, and it was another woman who helped him organize his closet."
Kirk didn't say anything, he spread his hands and looked at Alex quietly: Is this true? My one-night stand partner actually helped me organize my closet. Is this the Snail Girl or the Seven Dwarfs?
Alex also realized that his inference was unreasonable, "But lipstick might be."
"Of course, this is a possibility." Kirk nodded in affirmation. Seeing Alex's joy, Kirk changed the subject again, "But, from the perspective of a veteran like Corbin, if it was really another woman, he would definitely not leave such evidence for his wife to find."
Alex: ...I can't catch my breath.
depressed!
In fact, the most important thing is that Kirk noticed that the joy and relaxation between Corbin's brows were not fake.
Assuming that Corbyn is not lying, that he has reconciled with his wife, and that he is in great shape in the morning, then all his behavior and attitude can be explained reasonably.
Callum trusted Kirk's judgement, and, besides, he had done his police job dutifully and really didn't see anything suspicious.
"So, this is indeed a false report as a prank?"
