Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 162 The Real Perpetrator
“So the lights went off here a few times not because of a blackout but a deliberate?” ask an invited guest.
“Yes, it was purely a sabotage from one of the other invited guests,” Detective Carl explained.
The guests seem to be getting more curious about Detective Carl's exposure.
“Then who did it?”
Someone there seemed to start to tense up and started to sweat.
“Quiet, Mr. everyone. before I reveal who did it. It's good we got Mr. Noel.”
Detective Carl manages to distract the guests to listen for a while.
“Then explain how Mr Noel became a victim?”
Detective Carl changed his position from leaning against the wall to sternly staring at all pairs of eyeballs that were fixed on him. Do not forget the curious eyes of those who hunt.
“At that time there were five men who often seemed to talk to Mr. Noel. There's Mr. Dawn, Mr. Robert, Mr. Curtis, Mr. Smith and Mr. Picasso.”
“Mr Dawn's name appears again, meaning it is indeed him.”
“Not. The actual perpetrator has arranged it in such a way that he is disguised.”
The statement made the invited guests more curious why not just express it immediately?
“Quick Detective Carl, just tell me who the real culprit is don't convolve!”
“Or maybe the culprit is Mr Picasso? Because he looks suspicious. Repeatedly often withdraw from others for various reasons,” said someone.
The gaze of the invited guests then turned to highlight Mr. Picasso who was in the middle.
“Hey! No. gabe. Not me, please don't look at me like that.” Mr Picasso immediately denied and looked tense. “Detective Carl quickly reveal and just explain who the culprit is.”
“If it is not Picasso, then the culprit is Mr. Robert or Mr. Smith.”
Back a sharp eye on the invited guest led to the two men.
“Not...not me. I have absolutely no problem and no ulterior motive.” The man named Mr. Robert immediately denied it firmly.
“Where are you going, Mr Smith?” It wasn't Leo who asked but Detective Carl.
“Master Smith please explain to us all what is your motive of doing this all?”
The question with a calm and authoritative voice from Detective Carl restrains the man's steps who had previously forced him out but was detained by Leo.
“Mr Smith, is Detective Carl's accusation to you true?”
It's unbelievable at all. Mr. Smith, whose daily life seems friendly to anyone, never even got into trouble with anyone, turns out to be a vile killer without conscience.
“Open way! I'm going to the toilet. Why did you stop me from before?” mr Smith's Protest.
It also invited a reaction from the invited guests who were around Mr. Smith.
“Master at least give an explanation first before you leave here.”
Damnit damnit! I should've shut Detective Carl's mouth, '' Mr. Smith grumbled in his heart.
He not only shines a sharp eye on Leo, the people around him, but also on Detective Carl.
“Explain if the accusation is indeed false, Mr. Smith.”
At the insistence of the other invited guests, the man finally abandoned his intention to come out and turned to clarify it.
Actually, the invited guests who were there still could not believe that the culprit was Mr. Smith.
“I don't know on what basis your detective is accusing me of? Do you have any proof?”
The man turns around and challenges Detective Carl. He believes he has eliminated all the important evidence so no one can find it. And he can calm down.
“On the drug in Mr. Curtis's nightstand, there is a part of the fingerprint that was erased. Actually it is not a erased fingerprint, but rather a fingerprint that is not perfectly legible,” Detective Carl said.
“What does Detective Carl mean?”
“Master Smith, five fingers of your left hand are injured. I don't know what the cause of the injury is. But clearly by holding the drug using your left hand will only leave a few fingerprints or even leave no trace at all even more so if you paste it. There will be no checking at all.”
All pairs of eyeballs are then fixed to the fingers of Mr. Smith's left hand who is currently wearing one plaster on the middle finger.
