Jefferson did not say anything more. Just then, the police officer brought over the person who made the report. Jefferson went over and scrutinized the person. He asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship with the victim?"
"I-I..." Logically, the first question most people would ask was something along the line of "Were you the one who made the report?" "When did you find the corpse?", and other routine questions as such.
However, Jefferson was no ordinary man. His first question was to ask about their relationship. The person who made the report stammered for quite a while before he managed to utter, "I have nothing to do with the victim."
"No relationship at all then?" Jefferson's gaze was sharp as he said with a faint smile, "Forensics will need to run a DNA test to identify the corpse. You could barely even see his face, how are you so sure that you don't know the victim?"
"I- I..." The person stammered again and answered after a moment, "It's because I can't recognize the victim that I said I have nothing to do with him... More importantly, none of my family members is missing. So this corpse must not have anything to do with me."
"Then, are any of your close friends or colleagues missing? Let me put it this way, why are you acting like you've stumbled upon this body when you were the one who committed the murder?" asked Jefferson.
"Why... why are you doing this? I am the person who called in the report. I found this rotten corpse. I didn't kill anyone. You can't question me like I'm the criminal." The reporter plucked up his courage and shouted. But when he was met with Jefferson's fierce eyes, he shrunk his neck in fright. "As a law enforcement officer, how can you simply accuse people? I will sue you."
"Quill, he said he is going to sue me. Please show him the way, let him sue me right now." Jefferson couldn't be bothered about threats like this. He was too lazy to even explain. It was better to let an experienced man like Quill take over.
Thus, Quill stepped forward and politely said in a serious tone, "Sir, every citizen of our country has the duty to cooperate with the police to investigate the case. Before we find any evidence to prove who the real murderer is, we can't eliminate our suspicions of you. Please do cooperate with us."
The man pointed to himself and spoke again after a pause. However, this time, he wasn't afraid. Rather, he was more emotional. "How did a good citizen like me who reported the crime suddenly get turned into a murder suspect? You guys..."
Quill patted him on the shoulder. "Calm down... Please return to the station with us and cooperate with our investigation. Let's work together so that we can find the murderer as soon as possible."
The man was feeling very upset, but he could only follow them back obediently.
After speaking to the man who made the report, Jefferson went around the rooftop to try and understand the scene.
Peaksky Building was 248 meters high. It used to be the tallest building in Chatterton Town when it had just been built. But it was built quite long ago, so many taller buildings emerged after. Consequently, Peaksky Building soon lost its place as Chatterton Town's tallest building.
Just as Peaksky Building lost its place, in the next three years after that, there were three different cases of suicides that took place here. This resulted in Peaksky Building becoming pretty much a wasteland.
Peaksky Building was built with the intent of being Chatterton Town's tallest building. Although the rent was much higher than similar buildings in the area, many companies still rented the building.
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