The Absolute beast Tamer

Chapter 72 CASE STUDY (4)

Alan: "For Mr. Warehouse Guard here, who was the first on the scene, I agree with Senior No. 9. He's indeed suspicious, as I already interrogated him; two-thirds of his answers were lies."

As Alan was talking, he walked forward until he stood face to face with the bodyguard, slowly raising his hand to shake hands with him again.

Alan: "Mr. Warehouse guard, you lied a lot when we talked earlier. First, you are not that weak; I believe that your cultivation level is at the ninth stage, and you are perfectly capable of committing the murder. But why, according to research done by the guard station, There was no prior involvement or any connection between you and the victim? So I would like to ask you one last thing: did you kill him?"

Colin (warehouse guard): "No!! I didn't."

Status according to the law of truth: [0%]

Alan: "And I believe you; you probably didn't as for your cultivation level or why you are hiding it. That probably has something to do with your past that you did not want anyone to know about, especially when you constructed such an elaborate false identity."

The color drained from the warehouse guard as he listened to this teenage boy unveiling his most hidden secret.

Alan: "Do not worry; I don't care about your past, as my priority now is to find out the truth about this murder, and as I told you before, you are in the clear."

Alina: "Did you just believe him like this, based on what exactly?"

Alan: "Based on two reasons: one, the lack of connection between him and the victim; people only kill when they have something to gain, a merit, a motive, or something like that. Yes, he may have wanted to rope the victim, but once I understood his true cultivation, that possibility became highly unlikely.

If he was truly from a cult and he was performing a ceremony, there was this lack of reaction that convinced me that this is the work of someone who wanted to blame the lunatics who belong to cults. A crafty individual, I say.

The second reason has something to do with me; I can always tell when someone is lying in front of me; just take it as an innate gift that I was born with."

Instructor Alina's expression was frozen like frost, but on the inside a great shock was taking place as she watched this bizarre situation unfold.

Instructor Alina: "Continue."

After he was given permission to continue, he worked towards the two workers at the warehouse district.

Alan: "I agree with my seniors about the two warehouse workers, as they have a long history working there and not enough cultivation to kill the victim; they are in the clear.

Then, of course, we have the lovely Miss Kaya, who practically answered all my questions with full honesty.

She was only in contact with the victim on the first day, which was practically up to fate or a coincidence that the victim picked her bar and was generous enough for her to spend the night with him."

Kaya: "I am not a prostitute; I am a hostess!!"

Alan: "And I did not say anything, Miss Kaya; you are talking to a minor."

Kaya's face was all red as she looked at this blind teenager shaking her hand while practically saying that she was just a one-night stand. The victim was generous enough to have with her.

Alan walked further as he reached the PR manager, raising his hand in the air as if he was demanding a handshake.

Alan: "Come on, manager, you also lied a few times. Why don't you shake my hand? I'm here to prove your innocence."

Cold sweat covered his forehead as he looked at Alan, completely drenched as if he was afraid of shaking hands with this teenager.

The cold voice of instructor Alina vibrated through the room, sending chills down the backs of the 10 suspects.

Alina: "Do as he said!"

The PR manager returned the handshake with a nervous smile on his face.

Alan: "When was the last time you called the victim?"

PR manager: "As I said in the report, you can also check the call log from my terminal. It happened at 6:12 p.m."

Mr. White gave Alan a look of disgust mixed with fear.

When they shook hands, Alan smiled.

Alan: "It must have been hard losing a son-in-law, or not; after all, the bastard was thinking of profiting off the hard work of the white clan that gave blood to get this treasure by selling it to the black market."

Mr. White: "If he sold it for a higher price, why would I be angry or care where he sold it?"

Alan: "Valid question. What is the most important for a Chamber of Commerce to function properly in today's society, Mr. White?

No need to answer; I will tell you, reputation.

No treasure or resource can be valued in the same category as reputation; with reputation comes connection and trust that, in the long run, can be much, much more valuable than any resource.

I believe you were trying to use the auction to make a name for the White family and your chamber of commerce.

You left everything in the hands of the very hard-working son-in-law you always trusted.

Only to receive information that your son-in-law actually wanted to profit from you and your clan's hard-earned resources.

I believe you are disappointed and felt betrayed at the same time.

You were disappointed because your son-in-law did not see the value in your action; you probably doubted yourself. Can I leave my inheritance to him?

And you felt betrayed because to get this treasure, your clan must have sacrificed a lot, including the lives of many in it.

As for who provided you with the information, that's the courtesy of the underground broker.

After his negotiation failed, his greed got the best of him as he could not wait for the victim to respond and get in touch with him again.

So He used the most selfish act and performed it, informing you so that the victim doesn't get any profit from the resource.

If it's not mine, then it can't be anyone else's, a very crude and sickening principle.

And yet I believe that he did not commit the murder, as he's very cautious; in the first place, he did not even need to.

He just had to inform you the betrayed father-in-law who would do the job for him.

So I will ask you one last question,

Did you kill your son-in-law?"

Out of nowhere, a hand aimed at Alan's neck like a falcon claw that's ready to split Alan's throat.

Yet Alan only smiled and did not move as a huge force came from behind him, sending the father-in-law crashing into the wall of the room.

Mr.: "Cough...cough...cough."

With blood running like a river from his mouth.

He could not even stand up.

Ms. Wight: "Father!!!!"

Everyone stood in their place, not daring to move or even breathe, as they felt the huge aura coming from the instructor.

Only the daughter braved through the intimidation as she ran towards her father, who was severely wounded.