Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 271 The Poet Who Killed His Wife
David Derby.

31-year-old male, resident of Nanwei City.

"A talented poet, at least that's how the locals describe him. He has maintained contact with some of the most well-known publishing houses in the country and has been a prominent figure among his peers since his student days. However, he faded from people's view after he devoted himself to writing."

"After marrying his wife, Asenath White, he spent all his savings to buy the old Croinsheld estate on the outskirts of the city. It is said that he and his wife had an enviable love story during their school years."

"The incident began when a mutual friend of David and his wife Asenas noticed something amiss during a visit to the estate. David claimed that his wife was traveling, but this excuse had been going on for nearly two months. Visitors smelled a terrible stench near the cellars of Croinsheld Estate and, considering the couple's less-than-harmonious relationship after their marriage, they decided to report it to the police."

"Theon found a decaying skeleton in the manor's cellar. Whether the body is Asenath's still needs further identification, but it's highly likely that it is his wife, Asenath."

Colleagues quickly relayed the case information to Milo.

Milo calmly looked at the newly compiled document in his hand, shook his head and said, "The guy in there doesn't look like a talented poet at all."

"Perhaps he's not very talented at swearing," a colleague said, shrugging.

"Where is the person who reported the crime?" Milo asked.

“Justin Joffrey.” His colleague handed Milo another document and said, “An editor at a publishing house, and also a classmate of the suspect David. He knew the Derby couple when he was still a student and witnessed their marriage... Perhaps you should listen to Justin’s description of this marriage; something doesn’t seem right.”

“Hmm.” Milo nodded.

Then he asked:
"The attacker?"

“We retrieved the bullets from the scene, including the ones you had when the bank was attacked. After a preliminary comparison, we determined that they came from the same manufacturer and the manufacturing process was exactly the same, but we couldn’t find their origin. They weren’t produced in an inland factory,” a colleague responded.

"Um...you go ahead and get busy."

Milo leaned against the wall, lost in thought. In his hand, besides David Derby's file, he also held the file on Grasso, the thief who could turn invisible.

What puzzled him most was that David Derby and Grasso seemed to have nothing in common. One was a refined scholar from an upper-class family, and the other was a pickpocket who roamed the streets. They were from completely different worlds, yet they were attacked by assassins using the same bullets and firearms at almost the same time.

Why is that?
From the suspect's perspective, Milo simply cannot find any connection between the two cases.

The murder of a wife and the bank robbery are not even the same type of incident.

Unless there are some unknown secrets that could connect the two people, Milo can only think about this matter from another perspective.

That is, the assassin's main targets were not Grasso and David Derby, but Theon and Milo themselves.

That's a completely different story.

Who would dare target law enforcement officers like this in the city? And the targets were the only two members of the criminal investigation team at the Chengnan Law Enforcement Station.

……

Oh, I misspoke. It's not the only two.

The Seven Exiled Shadows were nowhere to be seen; Milo had almost forgotten about them. After the attack, the seven immediately gave chase.

However, the assassins' professionalism far exceeded their expectations. The seven-man team couldn't find any trace of them and now moved to the scene of the attack on Theon to look for clues.

...

Without sufficient supporting information, Milo was unsure about either of the aforementioned speculations.

"I need to talk to Grasso again tomorrow."

Milo glanced at Grasso's address on the document, then decided to interrogate David Derby first.

No matter what, this is a murder case that is out in the open.

……

Milo pushed open the door and walked into the interrogation room.

Although Edward Derby was in his early thirties, as an adult male, he still had a youthful face that made it easy to guess his age. With blond hair, blue eyes, and a childlike complexion, coupled with a deliberately grown mustache, he seemed somewhat out of place, perhaps to better fit his identity as a poet.

Clearly, this is still a pampered man. His lack of exercise has given him a youthful plumpness, but he doesn't have the potbelly of a precocious middle-aged man.

After Rick stitched up his wound, Edward was only wearing a white shirt, but he insisted that the enforcer button it all up.

"He's ashamed of his exposed fat, but not ashamed at all for killing his wife. How interesting."

Milo locked the interrogation room door and placed the documents in his hand on the table.

“Mr. Derby, according to tradition, my colleague and I should each play a role, a good cop and a bad cop story, you know, but given the current situation, I think that’s unnecessary. How about this, we have a gentleman’s conversation, calmly discussing your wife’s situation. If all goes well, you can leave this damp and awful room soon.”

To Milo's surprise, David Derby actually adopted a stance of arguing his point:
"I should leave this room. Your arrest is without any reason. What have I done wrong?"

“Uh, murder, concealment of a body.” Milo glanced down at the documents on the table and continued, “As far as I know, my colleagues also found drug paraphernalia on your estate, so we have to add that.”

“You don’t understand! You don’t understand at all… I had no choice, this was self-preservation, not murder!” David began to get agitated.

Perhaps the wound on his abdomen was aggravated, his expression became extremely ferocious and terrifying, his eyes were bloodshot and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

He gripped the chain securing the handcuffs on the table, his excitement tinged with a hint of fear, and stared wide-eyed at Milo, gritting his teeth as he said:
"If I don't kill her, I'll be the one who dies, do you understand?!"

"No, you don't understand, you don't understand at all... Haha... You all don't understand at all..."

"Let me out! Let me out!! I want to leave this place!!!"

(End of this chapter)