New Gods of North America

"Mr. Wayne, are you saying that you've already gone to the police station today to report that I'm dead?"

Mr. Morier still looked shaken, gazing at the beautiful hexagonal coffin, his tone revealing a kind of restraint and subtlety unique to someone 'under someone else's roof'.

"This is mainly to ensure your safety. If the forces that attacked you believe you're dead, they shouldn't launch any new operations in the short term. This seems like the safest approach at the moment."

Wayne casually fabricated a reason, then shifted to a new topic. "I bought this coffin on the way back. This is the only one in stock, and I don't know if it fits you, Mr. Morier. Would you like to try it out?"

Mr. Morier hesitated, "Is it really necessary to try it...?"

Wayne nodded, "Of course, it's necessary. Although I said that according to your wishes, your body will be properly preserved by the detective agency for the time being, and then someone will be entrusted to transport it to France to return it to your family, the police still need to conduct an autopsy according to the procedure. We'll need your cooperation later to get through this."

Mr. Morier clearly didn't want to climb into the coffin voluntarily, but he looked at Liam, whose feet were tied and who was hanging upside down from the rafters, and felt that refusing the suggestion might make him seem impolite.

So, after a slight hesitation, he readily lay down, allowing Wayne to confirm the fit.

Hmm...

A little cramped, his head almost touched the wooden board, but as a temporary item, it was barely 'suitable'.

Earlier, when Wayne and the others brought the coffin back in the afterglow of the sunset, they asked Liam to notify Mr. Morier to come over, so that the two parties could collude in advance.

As a result, Liam swaggered into the room and made a meaningful statement directly to Mr. Morier, "Come with me, our boss has prepared a coffin for you."

Mr. Morier was already injured after the attack, and this morning he witnessed the possibility of being taken away by poison. At this time, his personal safety could be said to be completely entrusted to the reliability of the detective agency, which he wasn't too familiar with. He was in a stage of extreme vigilance.

Therefore, as soon as Liam said this, if Doug hadn't acted in time, Mr. Morier would have been so frightened that he would have pulled out his gun and counterattacked, then immediately jumped out of the window to escape.

Since Lina had to spend extra effort to appease Mr. Morier and explain the misunderstanding, under her secret instructions, Liam, as a typical example of 'intimidating the wealthy client', was now receiving internal sanctions from the detective agency, being hung upside down in the temporary stronghold for public display for two hours, as a warning to others.

However, this could also be considered a 'fortunate mistake', as Mr. Morier's cooperation seemed to have increased significantly.

Wayne leaned his head, looking down at Mr. Morier lying in the coffin with his eyes open, and handed him an apple.

"Because you're not a local formal resident with voting rights, and you don't even have American citizenship, according to the conventions I just learned, the local police's autopsy on you will likely be a routine matter. You only need to hold your breath when the coroner checks your breathing, put an apple under your armpit when checking your pulse, and add a little makeup, and you may have a chance to be confirmed dead.

"If you're worried that this won't be effective enough, one of my agents said that there's a fake death potion in the Hunter Association. After drinking it, it can temporarily make you lose your breathing and heartbeat. In the absence of accidents, you'll gradually recover and wake up within six hours with at least a 50% probability."

The apple slipped from Mr. Morier's hand and almost hit his face, "No need! I will try my best to cooperate and will not let the coroner find anything unusual."

Wayne felt a little regretful. After all, the idea of a fake death potion was so magical. He had only heard about it in the story of 'Romeo and Juliet' before. Although the price didn't seem low, it wouldn't hurt to buy one to see what it was like.

The effective probability of that thing was only 50%. Ordinary people obviously couldn't afford it, but Mr. Morier was from France. According to Wayne's understanding, he could be considered a 'European' in a sense, and it felt like he could use that thing as a sleeping pill.

Wayne didn't hide this fake death plan from the cathedral, but he also asked Tom Hagen not to reveal the situation to anyone before the matter was revealed.

Tom Hagen was also very interested in that third-party force, believing that since they had contacted both the assassin and the French infiltrator, even if they were completely unrelated to the assassination, they were worth investigating.

After all, Mr. Morier's previous butler and bodyguards were all extraordinary. The cathedral might tolerate the existence of other forces within Virginia that could easily deal with extraordinary people, but it would never allow the church to know nothing about them.

The countdown to the assassination investigation had also been determined. The detective agency's second office had to be in place, and the manpower of the first office couldn't always be 'gone without return'. It couldn't be dragged on indefinitely.

Therefore, Wayne suggested to Tom Hagen that they plan to send those accomplices of the assassin to court next week.

Tom Hagen, on behalf of the cathedral, approved the proposal, but he also gave Wayne a 'preventive shot' in advance:

"I don't object to your investigation strategy, but if the bishop is still not satisfied with the investigation results after completing the legal process, then things may not be so easy to handle."

Wayne was still optimistic, so he patted his chest when he left the cathedral, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Now that the other party had revealed their hand, showing their eagerness to silence him, if that third-party force hadn't surfaced by the time of the first hearing, then Wayne would have a backup strategy to let Mr. Morier 'resurrect' and show his face in court first, but not speak or testify for the time being, and finally give the other party a push.

If they were tricked out, everyone would be happy. If they couldn't be tricked out, they could switch to behind-the-scenes investigation, taking the collection and comparison of fingerprints as a long-term task—at least the clues about the third-party force wouldn't be completely cut off.

At the police station,

Chief William didn't seem to have any extra emotional fluctuations when he learned of Mr. Morier's death.

The accomplices of the assassin all seemed to react calmly to the subsequent situation. The target of their revenge was the French military, not specific individuals. On the contrary, they were more concerned about the two accomplices who had escaped, as if they were worried that the accomplices would plot revenge for the previous arrest operation.

Wayne was quite hoping that those few fish that slipped through the net would turn themselves in. It was difficult to find a needle in a haystack in the vast sea of people. It was easier to shoot the bird that sticks its head out. Since they hadn't targeted Americans before, there was no bounty in this regard, so the police hadn't put the remaining accomplices on the wanted list.

As for Chief William, he was already on the list, and no matter what happened next, after dealing with those guys who were caught, according to priority, it would be his turn next.

The detective agency was now in a state of external relaxation and internal tension. In addition to the agents who continued to compare fingerprints, the rest were assigned anti-surveillance tasks. Even the owl, who still couldn't fly, was placed on the roof to cool off, and was used as a carbon-based monitoring probe.

As a result, the fish they wanted to catch didn't bite, but unexpected news came first:

"Boss, Miss Ineza seems to have been arrested..."

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You're kidding me, right?