The System Exploded And I Became The System

in the car.

Maude returned the pistol that he had paid off Corey yesterday: "We are going to see Old Donald later."

"If he runs away and can't catch up, remember to shoot and kick!"

Deal with old Donner.

This is the fundamental reason why Moder brought Corey.

After all, Old Donner is a guy who works hard all year round.

Mod was not as reckless as Park Young-hao who he saw in the death replay yesterday. He really didn't have much confidence to deal with that guy by himself.

"Shoot?" Corey paused: "Is Old Donald really the murderer?"

Maude: "High probability."

These three short words made a trace of hatred appear in Corey's eyes: "Damn guy, you actually set me up and framed me!"

The vehicle was speeding along.

With Maud's priority being to save time, it only took the two of them less than ten minutes to arrive at Old Donner's blacksmith shop.

After getting off the car, both of them looked towards the blacksmith shop.

At the moment, the shop front is locked, with a 'Closed' sign hanging above it.

"Old Donald's blacksmith shop usually opens at six or seven in the morning. After he wakes up, he usually goes to the breakfast shop to buy food. Why isn't it open now?"

Corey came to the door, and after speaking in confusion, he was even more sure of something: "Did he find out that we were coming and run away with a guilty conscience?!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Maude knocked on the door without saying a word.

The door to the blacksmith shop is an iron door, and the knocking sound is loud.

But despite this sound, there was still no movement in the blacksmith shop.

"anyone there?"

"Old Donner?"

Corey shouted into it too.

There is no sound.

"Old Donald went to the city to sell things the day before yesterday, and he hasn't come back yet." A man came out of a nearby store selling groceries and reminded him.

"I went to the city the day before yesterday and you haven't come back yet?"

"It takes two or three days to sell something? Does he still have money to live in the city?"

Corey wondered.

"I don't know. In the past, Old Donner did go to the city and came back in the evening. I have never seen such a situation of two or three days." Old Donner's neighbor next to him scratched his head.

This situation is beyond expectation.

Corey couldn't help but look at Maude with questioning eyes.

"Break open the door." Maud gave the order without hesitation.

"Break it open?" Corey hesitated, but then followed the order and picked up a stone on the ground next to him.

Aim at the door lock and smash it down!

Amidst several sounds, the deformed door lock fell to the ground.

The door opens.

A strong smell of rust hit my face.

"Captain, there's someone!" The moment he opened the door, Corey saw a figure climbing out of the window from inside the house!

"Chase!" When Maude spoke, she had already circled out of the house and chased him from the other side.

The person who escaped must be Old Donner!

He has been back a long time ago, but he has been hiding in the house to give people the illusion that he is not here!

Being prepared, after Mod walked around the house, he could see the guy running wildly on the path in front of him!

"Bang!" While running, Maud fired without hesitation.

But his accuracy is still very poor.

"Bang!" At the same moment, Corey, who was chasing behind him, also fired.

The next moment the bullet came out, a bloody splatter exploded on the guy's leg in the distance!

The other party fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

In just a few breaths, Maude caught up with him, restrained the opponent, and also used a pair of handcuffs.

During this process, Maude could clearly see that this person was Old Donner!

"You murderer! You bastard who framed me, keep running!" Corey caught up with him, gasping for air, and kicked Old Donald hard twice.

"No, I'm not, I'm not a murderer! You arrested the wrong person!" Old Donald screamed in pain while not forgetting to defend himself.

"If you're not a murderer, why are you running away? You're still making excuses!" Corey's voice was loud and contained a lot of anger.

"I...I..." Old Tang Na was asked this question and couldn't explain why.

Instead, he was crying out about the pain in his legs and feet: "You shot me in the leg, take me to the hospital quickly!"

While the other party was crying, Maud pulled open the other party's sleeves expressionlessly.

It is clearly visible that a bullet hole causing quite a lot of injuries is in it!

Look at the opponent's palm again.

Even if the stained paint has been scrubbed, there are still obvious residues!

"The person who shot at me and wanted to kill me in the woods last night, was you, right?" Maud said with a smile.

His normal words immediately stopped Old Donald's cry: "Chief Maude, what are you talking about? I... don't quite understand."

"Let's go to the police station and have a chat." Maude picked up the guy's collar and took him into the police car.

Along the way, Old Donner was crying about being shot in the leg and it hurt.

After arriving at the police station, Maude asked Corey to use the medical kit to treat the other party's wounds casually and then brought him to the interrogation room.

At this moment, Old Tang Na was quite quiet.

It's just that the state has become too sluggish.

The arm was shot last night, and the legs and feet were shot again today. No matter how energetic a person is, he can't be energetic under such circumstances.

Sitting in the interrogation position, Maude looked at the death report of Berson in her hand.

This is something provided by the forensic department in the city.

It was clearly proven that Berson was dead, and the deceased's DNA also confirmed that it was Berson.

"Why did you kill Berson? Has the conflict between you two reached this point?" Maude's first sentence was to ask in a qualitative way.

"Chief, I didn't kill Berson!" Old Donald cried sadly: "My relationship with Berson is bad, but I really didn't kill him!"

Hearing this, Maud opened the recorder next to him and started recording: "Would you like me to help you recall the method you used to kill Berson?"

"Chief, I really didn't kill Berson!" Old Donald was still saying this back and forth.

He seemed to want to add something else, but chose to remain silent.

Maude didn't care what the other person said: "The conflict between you and Berson escalated because of a dog, right?"

After these words came out, Old Tang Na's expression changed very subtly.

"I don't think you and Berson, two big guys, are going to fight to the death over a dog. This dog should represent something else."

Speaking of this, Maude lowered her tone: "Because of money, right?"

"If my guess is right, that dog represents wealth!"

"Perhaps it is a lost pet of a top rich man, or perhaps the dog itself carries some huge wealth."

"In short, you two know about this and both want to take it as your own, so it will cause even greater conflicts!"

"No, what are you talking about!" Old Donald's attitude suddenly became excited: "Boson and I simply like that dog, why does it involve money?!"

Seeing this, Maude shrugged: "When I handled the fight caused by that dog for you two, I awarded the dog to Berson and asked Berson to compensate you a thousand dollars."

"One thousand US dollars. Based on your work situation, you should earn at least a month or two, right?"

"A normal person would be satisfied with such a generous compensation, but you have shown your dissatisfaction several times, and your attitude towards me has even become bad."

"I have many assumptions, but what I can finally believe for sure is that the wealth represented by that dog is more than a thousand dollars, or even far beyond!"

"Only in this case will you feel that you have lost money and be dissatisfied!"

At this point, Old Tang Na's expression was already uncertain, and more of a panic.

"Later, it was probably Berson who got huge wealth through that dog as he wished!"

"It makes sense that he asked me to issue a migration certificate."

"Because he understands that you will always covet the wealth he has obtained in the small town. Only by staying away from the small town can you enjoy the wealth you have obtained."

"But you know all this." Maud pointed her finger on the table: "As the only person in the town who knows that Berson has huge wealth, you can't bear to have Berson leave the town with so much money!"

"You think you should at least have a share of this money!"

"So you are so evil that you have the idea of ​​killing the other party and taking all the wealth as your own!"

"You are the murderer!"

"No, I didn't, I didn't kill Berson! I didn't kill him at all! What nonsense are you talking about!" Old Donald argued for himself in a pale but extremely loud voice.