Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 22 Acting Alone

Saturday, tequila bar, no customers in the morning.

Jason sat on a chair and read a copy of the "Backlund Morning News" with a solemn expression.

Seeing Chris coming down, Jason handed the newspaper in his hand to him.

Chris took the newspaper and glanced at it quickly, but didn't see any valuable information.

Jason leaned back and reminded: "Iron Carbon Street."

"Iron Carbon Street..." Chris was looking for it in the newspaper. His eyes suddenly widened and he stared at a headline in the newspaper - An explosion occurred in Iron Carbon Street.

Chris looked down and saw the number he least wanted to see: Room 1350, No. 216.

"On the evening of Friday, June 6, an explosion occurred on Tietan Street. Backlund East District police officers were quickly dispatched. It was found that the residents of Room 1, No. 1350, privately used steam equipment of substandard quality, causing the explosion."

"The explosion killed three people and injured five others."

"The search and rescue work is currently being carried out intensively, and the aftermath is also being carried out in an orderly manner."

"The Backlund Police Department reminds you again, please purchase and use regular and guaranteed steam equipment."

After reading the news, the first thing that came to Chris' mind was the woman with messy hair and sunken eyes.

It's her...she is indeed an extraordinary person, that woman named Claire...

And Chris didn't need to think about it to know why Jason was so nervous: the explosion was probably related to the box of Sonia blood wine he sent.

"Will the police in Backlund track me down?" Chris asked.

Jason shook his head: "I don't know, but the procedures in the tavern are complete and the procedures followed are legal and compliant."

Then why are you so nervous...

Chris cursed, but saw Jason staring directly at him:
"What I want to know is, what did you notice at that time?"

hiss……

Chris gasped and quickly calmed down.

Chris avoided the easy matter and replied: "At that time, I felt that Claire was in a very bad mental state, and the room was dark and had a gloomy feeling."

Jason nodded slightly, and said, "The police may come to ask you later, just answer normally."

Chris nodded: "I know."

At a quarter past ten, three police officers came to visit.

One policeman knocked on the door politely and then pushed the door open. Another policeman looked around at the door to confirm that everything was normal and then walked in. Another policeman walked in last and closed the door.

The first two wore soft hats with the Loen police badge printed in the middle, and black and white plaid police uniforms. The police station logo was also printed in the center of their belts, and their shoulder straps were one V and two V respectively.

The last one was wearing a brown trench coat, not a police uniform.

The policeman standing at the front held up the portrait and said to Chris: "This officer wants to ask you some questions."

After saying that, he got out of the way, and the policeman in a brown trench coat stepped forward, pulled out a chair and sat across from them, crossed his legs, and said with a haughty look, "Horick David."

Two other police officers stood behind him, scanning the few patrons in the tavern warily.

There was no fear on Jason's face:

"Officer Horik, you are here because of the bombing on Tietan Street. You can ask whatever you want, and we won't hide anything from you."

"Am I asking you?" Horik crossed his arms and turned to look at Chris, "Where were you yesterday?" "Backlund."

"Who was that guy with you?"

"Erdogan."

"Erdogan has been delivering goods to our tavern." Jason said, taking out the various procedures and documents that he had prepared and handing them to the other party with both hands.

Horik took them, glanced at the covers, and threw them casually on the table, saying, "I've known this for a long time. Your procedures are very formal and complete."

This guy is really cool...

Chris muttered to himself, but saw Horick asking him: "Did you give the wine to Ms. Claire in Room 1350, No. 216 Iron Carbon?"

Chris nodded: "It's me."

"Did you notice anything unusual at that time?" Horik asked, with the same contemptuous expression on his face.

Chris told the exact situation he encountered at the time, and after listening to his statement, Horick nodded slightly: "I see."

He stood up and continued: "The questioning of you has ended, and I will not trouble you again."

Horik pressed his right hand on his chest, saluted them, then stood up and left. The other two police officers followed him out of the Tequila Bar.

Is this the end?
Chris couldn't believe it, and he looked at Jason with confusion.

Jason remained expressionless and said, "The questioning is over. Our documents are legal and compliant. He can't find anything wrong with us."

……

At night, Backlund East District, Iron Carbon Street

The police who were originally on duty in front of Building 1350 had already left. Although the place was surrounded by a cordon, the tenants living here ignored it and crossed the cordon with their legs raised.

Not because it's commonplace, but because they have nowhere to go.

There are still some glass shards on the street near Building 1350 that have not been cleaned up. If you look closely, you can see faint blood stains on the ground.

The glass on the upper and lower floors on the side of Room 216 has all been shattered, and the walls have been completely blackened. From these traces, it is not difficult to imagine how violent the explosion was.

Fortunately, most of the residents in Tietan Street were working at that time, otherwise the number of casualties would be difficult to estimate.

Next to a gas street lamp, the pretty figure of Samantha Gross suddenly appeared here. She buried her face deeply under her hood and walked towards No. 1350.

There is a thin water mist around her, which is the extraordinary ability of "navigator".

The water mist protects Samantha. Using this extraordinary ability in normal times will slowly lose Samantha's spirituality, but if she consciously mobilizes her spirituality, the water mist will become more powerful in a short time.

Samantha walked slowly against the wall with her hands in her pockets, hiding herself in the shadows.

The explosion occurred on Friday night, and Tietan Street was under martial law all day Saturday, and there were many police patrols on other streets in the East District.

After the police find out that this is not a premeditated bombing, they will choose to close the case and disclose the safe situation to the newspaper so that it can publish the news to eliminate the public's panic.

Samantha's informant in the police station reported that the case has been handed over to the "Mechanical Heart", the Extraordinary team responsible for this area.

This situation shows that this is not an ordinary accident, but an extraordinary event, which may be related to the 1 pound commission.

Samantha knew police procedures well and chose to act tonight. She would not miss any opportunity.

(End of this chapter)