Gou learns witchcraft in another world

Chapter 63 Mr. Carter

Mr. Carter was a man in his forties who was quite composed in his actions.

According to Edmund and Caspian, after discovering Derek's death, the two found Mr. Carter, who was the first to gather everyone together and then called Mr. Hadmond.

Before Mr. Hadmond arrived, it was Mr. Carter who maintained order, sealed off the patrol room, turned on the exhibition hall lights, and had everyone wait in the exhibition hall.

It can be said that this move quickly stabilized the situation at the time and left no room for criticism.

At this moment, Smith led Mr. Carter into the room, and his impression on Luo Qiu was still that of a calm and composed person.

He was dressed in all dark colors—a dark jacket and dark pants—and his hair was neatly combed. Although he was a little tired from staying up late, he still maintained a standard sitting posture when he sat down.

The first thing I said when we met:

"Mr. Luo Qiu, is it because of Derek that you need help? To be honest, I'm very sorry about what happened..."

"Mr. Carter, there's no need to blame yourself. Let's talk about the specifics first, so the truth can come to light sooner, and Mr. Derek can rest in peace sooner... And of course, Mr. Carter can get some rest sooner too, right?"

Luo Qiu didn't want to waste time on pleasantries, so after a brief joke, he got straight to the point:

"Mr. Carter, as a supervisor, one of your responsibilities is to oversee the patrol officers' diligent work. Were you aware that Derek and two other patrol officers were patrolling alone?"

"Oh, this..."

Upon hearing this topic, Carter paused for a moment:

"I know that. To be honest, the problem started because the audible alarm was being triggered too frequently. After Mr. Luo Qiu left, the number of false alarms increased from a few per night to more than ten."

"At first, I also looked for the cause, but after reporting the situation, a repairman finally came on the seventh day, but he couldn't find the cause either. He just said that the showroom was receiving too many visitors, perhaps the floor was loose, or perhaps the recent fog and rain had caused the machinery to get damp..."

"After that test, there was no more similar assistance. But with more than ten alarms every night, the patrolmen had to carry their equipment and walk around the area, which was really exhausting."

"Later, I discovered they were conducting solo patrols, and I spoke with them a few times, but..."

At this point, Mr. Carter shrugged:

"They're different from me. Their pay is calculated based on the number of days they work; they get 100 kroner per day. If the workload is too heavy, they'd rather find another job. There's no other way; the work has to be done, and thankfully, nothing bad happened afterward..."

"Understood, Mr. Carter." Luo Qiu nodded, seemingly agreeing with the statement. Then, without hesitation, he changed the subject: "So, now let's focus on Derek's issue. Someone saw you and Mr. Derek talking in front of the coffee machine around four in the morning?"

Yes, that's true.

Mr. Carter nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"I went to the coffee machine first, and while I was waiting, I saw Mr. Derek walk over. He was in a very bad state, with bloodshot eyes and messy hair."

"I guessed he had been working from his job until 4 a.m. without a break, so I advised him to drink less coffee and get some rest."

"Mr. Derek's attitude wasn't very good at the time. He complained that his condition was caused by his work and said that he was finally going to take off that thick uniform... Of course, I didn't mind him saying these things, but when I tried to interrupt him and was about to go back to my office, Mr. Derek pulled me aside and asked me if I would dock his salary, and then explained that he didn't mean what he said earlier."

"At that time, I chose to patiently comfort Mr. Derek. After about five or six minutes, Mr. Derek calmed down, and we went our separate ways."

"I see. Mr. Carter is a very generous man... By the way, does Mr. Carter like coffee? I remember when I was still here, Mr. Carter rarely went to the coffee machine."

"Ah, well, it's also to keep you alert."

Carter's response was rather dry, as if he hadn't expected Luo Qiu's sudden turn of events.

After this reply, Luo Qiu smiled:

"Alright, Mr. Carter. I've asked all the questions I needed to know. Shall I see you out?"

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Smith wrote down the conversation between Roach and Carter in his notebook, but of course, he didn't write down the last sentence.

Luo Qiu got up to see Carter out, but Smith didn't get up. Instead, he stared at the notes in his notebook, lost in thought.

A while later, when Luo Qiu returned and there were only the two of them in the room, Smith suddenly asked:

"Senior, is there something you're hiding from me?"

"what?"

Luo Qiugang had just sat down in the chair when he heard the question. His tone was somewhat surprised, but his expression remained calm.

Do you think I'm hiding something from you?

"Yes."

"Then what do you think I'm hiding from you?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but I've noticed a problem."

Smith shook his head, met Luo Qiu's eyes, and said:

"If Derek really did die from poisoning, then he was most likely murdered by someone else, and the murderer is most likely one of the five remaining people on the night shift."

"But killing isn't that simple. The most fundamental question is, why kill? The six people on the night shift didn't know each other at all before this. They'd only known each other for half a month; there couldn't possibly be any deep-seated hatred between them. I don't believe anyone among them would poison Derek for no reason."

"You're right."

Luo Qiu nodded and turned his gaze slightly away.

"If you can figure that out, then you should understand why I summoned Mr. Carter for questioning."

"Mr. Carter has the key to the exhibition hall's main door, and he also knows the combination to the display cases... In fact, he's the only one of these six people with those privileges." Smith's gaze hardened. "So, Derek's death was due to self-interest."

"You've missed something. We all know Derek's capabilities. His hands are rough, and his literacy is limited to writing his own name. I don't believe he can do the work of a thief."

Luo Qiu shook his head and sighed:

"Some things, if they were to come out, wouldn't be good for Livep Corporation, nor would they be good for our Bureau of Investigation. Now that you know, don't tell anyone. In a few years, you might experience the same thing, and then you'll understand that sometimes it's better not to know too much."

Smith lowered his head, hesitated for a few seconds, and then closed the notebook.

"Then, senior, if all I want to know right now is what we do next?"

"Of course, we must continue investigating Derek's death. Derek definitely knew something, or was involved in something; his death was definitely not an accident. However, the fact that he died at this time definitely means that something unplanned happened."

"And if we're certain that Derek's death was unplanned, then the other side might have left a loophole. Besides, he's definitely not as calm as he appears right now."

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