Chapter 508 As Long as We Are Not Discovered

As long as it is not discovered, it is not a crime.

This sentence, after being translated from a more advanced era, where even torture of prisoners exudes a very civilized atmosphere of democratic freedom and knowledge, can probably be equivalent to. During the interrogation, if a poor unlucky person is tortured, it is not a crime as long as it is not seen by the surveillance.

When Lynn turned his head with a sneer, these sheriffs who were domineering and bullying the people in the countryside immediately let Mr. Warden, who was not very willing to cooperate with the work, experience what it means to be amiable and ask questions, what it means to be skilled and experienced in physical contact, and what it means to want to scream but can't make any sound.

This is in line with the procedure and the regulations.

Lynn's hand always held the gun. If Warden showed something wrong here, he would empty the bullets without hesitation like the lighthouse police.

Although it is said that observing words and expressions and breaking through the psychological defenses of the other party can leave a humane and civilized name. But obviously, in terms of efficiency, inhuman fists and noses, eyes, mouths, cheeks, chests, lower abdomens, crotches, etc. are better, perhaps more than one.

This direct and straightforward way of greeting can force people to honestly swallow the words that are equivalent to nonsense and sophistry, such as "I really don't know, maybe it happened, I haven't done it", and then cry bitterly and sincerely repent from the depths of their memories, and speak out those things that they thought they had forgotten as quickly as vomiting.

About five minutes later, Lin En, who was timing, coughed lightly and slowly turned his head.

In this way, he naturally did not see the sheriffs beating the suspect Mr. Warden. Even if there is a one in ten thousand probability that someone will come to hold him accountable, Lin En, who is on the edge of the rules, can still say that he did not see it without changing his face. He really didn't see it, and the sound he heard might be them playing a game?

Seeing the purple bruises on his face increase, his expression was so pitiful that even a hungry tiger would cry. Lin En's green eyes seemed to have eliminated other unnecessary emotions, and he just looked at the flesh and blood aggregate named Worden calmly and even with equality and sincerity.

This time, Lin En just tapped the table with his nails.

This poor man, or the poor curly-haired baboon, looked at Lin En in panic. There was fear, begging for mercy, and resignation in his eyes, but there was no hatred that ordinary baboons should have.

Lin En was moved by this pitiful look.

Just a few tenths of a second.

"Mr. Worden, please tell me, what is in this box? In the past, now, it's all fine." Not only did Worden feel terrified, but even the sheriffs vaguely felt the pressure of the city law enforcement officers from sitting upright and dignified, and his emotional fluctuations were always strictly controlled within the scope of rationality.

That is the momentum that has been cultivated by holding power and knowing how to use it to kindly train the curly-haired baboons under his command. In the face of a situation that cannot be disobeyed or hidden, the instinct of submission that is naturally felt from the genes.

This time, Warden wisely and quickly gave the answer that Lynn wanted.

"Yes, it's the paint."

Because of the excessive close contact, his teeth were a little loose, his lips were patched up, and his facial muscles were a little swollen and painful. Mr. Warden's words were inevitably a little funny.

If it were normal times, these villains who were dressed as rural sheriffs would definitely laugh happily, but now they only felt that in this temporary interrogation room, Lynn's slender figure was carrying increasing pressure, as if it had become bigger and finally became the existence that supported the ceiling.

The pressure, through words and actions, was clearly poured into everyone's head.

"Very good, we have a good start this time. Then the next question is, where did you get this paint?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, it seems that our Mr. Warden is still a little shy and unwilling to share his secret that he suspected of attacking me or the Earl." Lynn shook his head gently, and said in a joking tone, he was ready to turn his head away again.

And those villains, of course, were full of power, ready to share the pressure they were under with Mr. Warden.

Warden suddenly made an astonishing decibel as if he was raped in prison for the first time.

"No! No! Please don't! I really don't know, it suddenly appeared in my home! Mr. Lynn, I am full of admiration for you! I admire your beauty, just like wheat worships the sun and flowers worship water. I swear in the name of all righteous gods that you are the only meaning of my creation!"

The fluent Albion language was so fast and sincere that it did not allow people to doubt its authenticity.

Perhaps feeling Mr. Warden's sincerity, Lynn's head, which was about to turn away, slowly turned back. Still looking at Worden, who was crying and snotting like a fanatic abandoned by his faith, without any expression, Lynn made a gesture after a brief silence.

"Go downstairs and find your superior. We are going to visit Mr. Worden's house."

Soon, the sheriff understood the meaning and ran out.

It's time to change places.

Before leaving the house, Lynn took the time to write a site damage report, stamped it with his own seal, and then borrowed some wonderful gold pounds from Mr. Xinchazan's pocket as compensation for his damaged door. The owner of the house who received the compensation, the great artist could only grit his teeth and watch Lynn's grand departure.

He knew that this cautious young man had made up for even the last bit of procedural inappropriateness, leaving no opportunity for him to make use of the issue.

So young, so smart, so loved by Earl Russell.

The great artist with a lingering character suddenly couldn't help but consider whether he could make an appointment with this promising law enforcer in advance. Maybe he could write his memoirs of youth in a few years, which would certainly require an artist to polish. The kneeling artist waved his fist, but he was not trying to hit someone on the head.

And Mr. Lynn, who was young, promising, angry, and rational, was bringing the suspect, and of course, the body in the gutter soon, to his temporary residence with leaks on all sides.

This person ran from other places to the North Wind Town just to be appreciated in the autumn hunt. Appreciation was there, but the situation took a sharp turn for the worse after a few days of dreams.

Woden's fate was really humorous.

Xin Chazan looked at the poor man with pity, as if he was sighing for his fate.

The sheriffs were obviously not polite to this doghouse this time. Probably influenced by Lin En's resounding kick on the door, the wolf-like villains kicked the thin wooden door open directly, and then rushed in to look for the useful things that Mr. Lin En mentioned.

Before long, paintings and boxes of paint were searched out.