Shadow Empire

Chapter 396 It’s really you
The professor of graphology moved the professional magnifying glass he used for work, rubbed his eyes, and then a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He found the source of the handwriting.

This work is actually much easier than before.

Unlike hieroglyphs, letters have a simpler structure and a certain writing method. Where to start and where to stop, the production of each letter in the writing process is basically certain.

The more you write, the more trouble you will have in deciphering your notes, unless there is something very personal or unique in your notes.

For example, some people like to write some fonts longer, wider, or flatter, or add some cursive writing styles to make the entire text paragraph look more beautiful.

When there are these personal touches, it is easier to distinguish different handwritings.

The previous handwriting was the most ordinary handwriting, without any personal color, just like what people wrote casually in their work and life, rather than writing it deliberately.

The font he picked out was very common, but not so normal. He saw some places where the pen strength changed obviously, so it was a bit difficult to analyze.

But the materials to be analyzed this time were relatively simple.

A group of gangsters, most of whom have not written since high school. Each of them writes a very personalized self, and each person's personality is different!

Some people can even turn a circular handwriting into a polygon or even a rectangle. This obvious personal style can be seen at a glance that it is not what they are looking for.

Finally, on one of the materials, he found handwriting similar to that on the note.

In fact, there are some differences in handwriting. Handwriting cannot be exactly the same, just like there are no two eggs in the world that are exactly the same.

The same letter, the same person, and the same pen, when written, will also result in two different results.

The professor looks at the trace of the pen force "flowing" on the paper. Some tiny details may not be noticed by ordinary people themselves, but in the eyes of experts, they are as obvious as fireflies in the dark night.

In order to avoid making mistakes, he spent more than two days studying the two samples, and finally, he determined that they were written by the same person.

He recorded the evidence, kept it safely, and then called Lance.

"Mr. Lance, I found him!"

When Lance heard this, he asked softly, "Can I know his name?"

"Of course, that's your right, Mr. Lance."

"The name he filled in on this form is... Beno."

"I think I should show you in person how I came to these conclusions. Although graphology has been applied to the federal judicial system, some people think that we are just messing around, so..."

Lance didn't refuse, "Come over now, I also want to learn."

He hung up the phone and looked at the people in the house, "We found the undercover."

"Who is it?" asked Hiram, who was playing with a dagger. He had a cold recently and was sniffing and snoring.

What's even more disgusting is that he would inhale through his nose, gather the mucus in the trachea in his throat, and then... do you think he would spit it out?
No, he will swallow it!
When Lance saw this scene for the first time, he cursed out loud and even felt a little nauseous!

He asked Hiram, "Can you fucking spit?"

Hiram said stubbornly, "I will."

Lance said again, "Great, then you fucking spit one out now!"

After a brief silence, he had completed 90% of the spitting steps, and all that was left was to cough up the phlegm and then spit it out.

As a result, Lance saw his Adam's apple slide up and down, and everyone in the room was about to collapse.

But he said innocently, "Well, I don't think I can!"

Hearing his question now, Lance rolled his eyes, "You should take a break and learn how to spit. Seriously."

But he still told Hiram who it was, "This university professor told me it was Beno."

Everyone in the room was a little surprised that Beno was actually quite popular.

He was able to cater to everyone well, no matter if that person was a cadre, a captain, or an ordinary gang member.

Although Lance has always emphasized that the Lance family is a big family and everyone is a brother or sister in the family, as the number of people increases, there will definitely be a sense of strangeness between each other, and there will definitely be conflicts between a few people.

Beno is the kind of person who can quickly become friends with anyone. Even if they are not real friends, they can become superficial friends.

He knows most people and likes to talk to people during his free time. He is a very active person in the family, just like Alan and others.

It was precisely because he was very active and his personality was very compatible with Alan's that they became good friends.

Now that they know that Beno is a strong suspect, their first feeling is "this makes sense", because only in this way can he obtain a lot of intelligence and clues and avoid being suspected.

Lawn scratched his neck, "Alan and the others are delivering goods today, do you want to call them back?"

Lance nodded and said, "Call Alan back. Ask Beno to continue working with the others."

Twenty minutes later, Alan hurried back to the office, with some dust still on his body.

He had a smile on his face. When he pushed the door open and saw a lot of people here, he immediately greeted everyone enthusiastically, took out cigarettes and started passing them out.

Lance was also given one, and he held it in his hand. Alan smiled and lit it for him with a match, "Boss, is there anything you want us to do?"

He put the match into the ashtray and patted his chest. "I promise we can finish it quickly and well!"

Lance just looked at him with a half-smile. He was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at the other cadres sitting on the sofa in the room. The expressions of these people made his heart skip a beat, and he immediately had a bad feeling.

"What...happened?", he returned to standing across from Lance's desk instead of beside him.

Lance pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit down, you'll know soon."

There was a soft cushion under his butt, but for some reason, it felt like there were many steel needles under his butt, making him very uncomfortable and unable to sit still.

In fact, he already had some guesses, but he was unwilling to admit the result.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, someone knocked on the door.

He turned suddenly and looked towards the door, and a person he had never seen before walked in.

The professor of graphology didn't know there were so many people here, but he thought... maybe this was their style. He walked to Lance's desk a little awkwardly.

"We all want to see how you came to this conclusion, is that ok?"

The graphology professor shook his head. "Of course, I have no problem with that, and that's what I'm here for."

As he spoke, he placed the materials on the table, which included two enlarged photos.

First take pictures with your best camera to make sure both notes are clear, then make enlargements to enlarge them.

When the image is magnified to a certain degree, you can clearly see things that are normally invisible, such as the "fluidity" of the pen when writing the letters.

Everyone gathered around, and the professor had circled some places with a pen. "From these places, we can see that his strokes are almost exactly the same as his strokes."

“There are some changes in the writing process within the font, some of which are not obvious, but some of which are very obvious.”

"When writing these things, this person was careful not to make his handwriting look the same as his usual handwriting, but he didn't know how to do it, so these places give people a sense of disharmony and disconnection."

Everyone was looking at the places he mentioned. Lance was also looking, and looking very carefully, and so was Alan.

"...Finally, I came to the conclusion that the handwriting on these two documents should have been written by the same person."

After saying this, the professor shut up.

Lance also sat back down, and the others returned to sit on the sofa with unhappy expressions.

"Corinda, please help me see the professor off!" Lance picked up the phone and asked the girl outside to come in. At the same time, he took out an envelope from the drawer and put it on the table.

"I gave you an extra two hundred dollars. Thank you for taking the time to help me. Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future."

"Of course, if you get into trouble, you can come to me. You are my friend now."

The professor had nothing to be embarrassed about, and he picked up the envelope with a smile. Of course, he was not stupid enough to open it immediately and count the money. He looked at Lance and bowed slightly, "This is what I should do." For the sake of money, of course he didn't mind having such a powerful friend.

Soon Kolinda opened the door and stood by it, chewing gum and looking at the professor.

The professor glanced at the things on the table and said with a smile, "I won't take these away. Then I..."

Lance stood up and shook his hand, "Thank you again for your help. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lance."

He quickly left with Kolinda, and Lance looked at Alan and said the name, "Beno."

Alan's expression showed one of struggle and pain. He clenched his fists and then quickly unclenched them.

He felt very uncomfortable because he really treated Beno as a brother, but... he didn't know why he was the undercover?

He rubbed his face vigorously. "What should I do?"

Lance ran his fingertips over his eyebrows and traced the direction of his eyebrows. "Your brother, you can handle him."

"Ask him something you care about, or don't ask him at all."

"We only want one result."

Alan stood up, and the chair was pushed against the floor by his legs, making a friction sound. "I know. I'll go do my work."

Lance nodded slightly, "Be careful."

"Alan, you think of him as your brother, but you have to ask yourself, does he really think of you as his brother?"

Watching his back as he walked away with a heavy heart, Lance heard that damn sound coming from his trachea and throat again.

"Falk, Hiram, Falk!"

"I have to find something for you to do. Take your men and follow Alan. If anything unexpected happens, just do it!"

No matter what, let him leave the office first. When Lance heard that voice, he felt a little nauseous and wanted to ejaculate.

day!
Hiram stood up angrily and protested loudly, "This is discrimination!"

"This is blatant discrimination against people who can't spit. I protest!"

His voice was quite muffled due to a blocked nose, and it was different from his normal speech, with a completely nasal tone.

Everyone around started laughing, and Lawn kicked him on the butt, "Get out of here, we can't stand it anymore!"

He slapped his butt and left, cursing. He went to order a few people, then got in the car and followed Alan.

Alan didn't notice that he was being followed. All he could think about was that his good brother was an undercover agent. He was very hurt!

His mind was a little confused along the way, and when he arrived at the workplace, Beno took the initiative to greet him.

"What did the boss ask you to do? Is there a new mission?"

In the past, Allen might have thought that this was his passion and attitude towards work, but now, after he accepted the fact that Beno was an undercover agent, it became like a temptation and an inquiry.

He shook his head. "Come here, I need to talk to you." He stood outside the warehouse.

Beno looked back at the people working in the warehouse. He had no choice but to put down what he was holding and walk towards Alan.

He has secretly gone to Lucard's house these two days. Lucard's wife has returned to her parents' house. She feels scared of that house!
She always subconsciously thought of Lugal and began to feel fear, so it was easy for Beno to knock on the door and break in.

He searched many places in Lucar's house but found no information about his undercover work.

He suspected that he might have been placed in the Dangerous Goods Administration by Lucard, and he had been thinking about how to sneak in these two days.

If it cannot be confirmed in person, it is always a hidden danger, a time bomb!

He wiped his hands on the rag, took out a cigarette and walked over, holding one in his mouth, "Want one?"

Alan took it and took out a match to light it, which surprised Beno a little because most of the time he was the one responsible for lighting the cigarette.

"Are you worried about something?" he asked.

Alan nodded. At this time, Hiram's car was just across the road.

However, both of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts at the moment and did not notice them.

"Lance said there is an undercover agent in our family. I have been thinking about this. Who do you think it is?" He looked at Beno.

Beno's heart tightened, but a smile appeared on his face. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. I dare not guess about this kind of thing."

Allen added, “It doesn’t really matter who it is, he should stand up.”

"Lucard is dead. If this person can come forward, he may be forgiven by Lance."

Beno's expression did not change. He took a deep puff of cigarette and said, "Who knows?"

The two were silent for a while, and no one spoke again.

Suddenly, Alan asked, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Beno's uneasiness became stronger. He smiled and shook his head. "What?"

"I'm not...that kind of person!" He smiled and patted his butt, then said, "Go to work. They all think that joining a gang means they will be crazy and don't have to work, but they must not know that joining a gang also requires work!"

Looking at his seemingly cool back, Alan sighed silently, "You are an undercover, Beno."

Beno paused and stopped. He slowly turned around, and the expression on his face changed a lot during the process. When he faced Alan, he turned into the person he should be.

Confused, puzzled, and a little angry.

"You said I'm an undercover?" His face was full of natural expressions, disbelief, and anger!
"Fuck, Alan, I have made as many contributions to the family as you have. I also went into the bar with you and took a lot of risks!"

"Also...those times, I was always at the front. Can you say that everyone was cooperating with me in the performance?"

His neck began to turn red, and his voice became even louder. Everyone who was working in the warehouse stopped and looked over at them. "Anyone can say I'm an undercover agent, but you can't, Alan. You're my fucking brother!"

Alan looked at him sadly, "If you admit it now, I will go and plead with Lance for you. I beg you, tell the truth, I beg you!"

His voice also became louder!
Beno looked disappointed, "You don't believe what I said!"

"Why do they say I'm an undercover agent?"

"Do they have evidence?"

His heart was beating wildly at this moment!
Alan was silent for a few seconds, "The note you wrote to Lukar is in Lance's hand."

At this moment, Beno's blood ran cold. He pursed his lips and said, "It's just a piece of paper. No one can prove who wrote it. It could be someone else's. How can you say it was written by me?"

In fact, at this moment, Alan also felt it and he panicked.

"Really you?"

Just when Beno was still thinking about how to deal with this situation, he suddenly saw Alan's hand put into his clothes and then quickly raised it up.

This was obviously an action of drawing a gun. He shuddered and pushed Alan's raised hand away with one hand, while grabbing Alan's neck with the other hand.

But then, he was stunned.

Because Alan didn't have a gun in his hand, he just made a gun gesture, and then his face was full of disbelief.

"It's really you!"

Feeling that he had completely messed up, Beno pushed Alan away and rushed outside with his heart pounding.

Hiram, who was smoking, took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground. The riders who had not turned off the engine stepped on the bottom and crashed into Beno!
(End of this chapter)