Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 163 Cannot Give Up
Seen on the four fingers on Mr Smith's left hand was a dried up scar and another still wet one covered in plaster.
“The injury on your hand is no ordinary wound. Previously you did have a skin allergy that caused the skin to be sensitive, as seen from the sulfur soap you once used to bathe. Especially if exposed to a reactive chemical, sensitive skin is exposed to ethanol it will immediately blister. Unlike normal people who might just be red or itchy,” Detective Carl explained at length.
Mr. Smith then immediately closed his hand and then he put it in the pocket of the suit, to block the view of the many pairs of eyeballs that lead to that part.
“So... Mr Smith, you did all this to me?” Suddenly Mr. Noel, unwilling to be swiped by anyone, comes out of his room after Parker tells him that Detective is now uncovering the culprit.
His condition had improved and was not pale anymore despite being banned from much activity.
Mr. Noel came to Mr. Smith himself, demanding an explanation from the man.
“Master Smith, I can't believe how you intend to kill me. I was very good to you. Even ask me for help I always help you,” said Mr. Noel. His breath sounded roaring, his blood felt hot to the head.
During this time Mr. Smith often asked Mr. Noel to find a wine container from his garden even sometimes he himself bought the wine even though a little because the supply from his own garden was already abundant.
“Mr Noel I thank you for being so good to me, even if it's in front of me. But I know behind my back that you're trying to spread bad slander about me which is causing my customers to decline.”
Mr. Noel to the point of frowning heard the saying.
“I slandered you? What kind of shit is that? Just so you know. I've treated you like my own brother. It is precisely I who help clean up the slander about you, but why turn around me who slanders you? Very funny.” Mr. Noel to review the smile while putting his shoulders up.
If it wasn't Mr. Noel who was slandering me, then who? mr. Smith looked doubtful.
From the results of his investigation, Mr. Noel who spread slander and skewed issues about his wine to the public. The man's hand was full under there.
“Then why did you hurt my distant brother, Mr Jason, too?” sentak Mr. Noel.
“Are you not close enough to Mr Jason?! But why did you hurt your own good friend?” parker asked, feeling weird.
He remembers clearly that the man had requested Mr. Jason's medical record by force. I don't know what the real purpose of that man is.
“He asked for medical records there to anticipate, also change the data that might be replaced with Mr. Jason's condition is fine. Isn't that right, Mr Smith?”
The man was silent, speechless, indicating that the accusation was true.
Parker himself rubbed his chest up and down. He really did not expect with his own good friend Mr. Smith could hurt Mr. Jason and stop by the man's life was lost.
“All you're accusing me of is not true, Detective Carl. You cannot ensnare me as a perpetrator because there is no evidence,” continued Mr. Smith reviewed a sneaky grin.
Detective Carl who was in the distance then stepped his feet steadily closer.
“Did you forget the blue calcedon stone I gave you, Mr Smith?”
Mr. Smith seemed silent and did not answer. Even now he looks a little tense.
“That blue chalcedony stone I found on the electrical panel switch in front there that is in duct tape to block the switch to keep it in the off position. And you yourself admit the stone belongs to you.”
Mr. Smith instantly turned deathly pale. Then he woke up and recalled the stone in his pocket.
God, I'm so careless.
“Mr Smith, then you must confess all your faults and account for all your sins. Rot in jail there!”