Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 256 Finding a Copy of the Formula
Detective Carl thought it was Louis Sanderman and Darwin Hemington more than just regular friends. It turned out that it had been through the photo.
“They're plus age it looks like they're college friends.” Detective Carl I said that because the background of their photo was in front of the Osborn campus.
“I found this,” Detective Carl added showing the syringe and flash disk he found.
“Maybe we can still find something in this house.”
Brigadier Darell then went back to check the room with Detective Carl. You can imagine what the condition of Louis Sanderman's house is now. It's like a broken ship.
Fifty minutes later they both executed Louis Sanderman's house.
“It looks like there is nothing else we can take home from here,” Detective Carl said, sighing deeply.
“Do you think Louis Sanderman has another house besides here, Detective Carl?”
“Kurasa. Moreover, an artist should have more than one house.”
“Do we need to find another Louis house? Maybe there are a lot of interesting things that we found?”
“No need, Brigadier Darell. I think the core house that is inhabited must be guarded by many servants and not necessarily the important role is there. My guess is all the important stuff he keeps here, in a place where there's no service or guard. So even the waiter can not know the important items he keeps, is not it?”
Brigadier Darell rethinks Detective Carl's opinion, and there's a point as well.
“We're back now to see what the flash disk is.”
Brigadier Darell and Detective Carl then exit the luxury penthouse.
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Elsewhere a police agent, sent by Sheriff Tasman, was searching Darwin Hemington's house.
“We just spread it if so,” said a police agent. In front of Darwin's house.
After one of them opened the door of the locked house, the other members immediately broke into Darwin's house.
The neat house in a short time now looks messy.
Some of his police agents were in Darwin Hemington's room, regretting the whole room. Starting from the closet, nightstand, safe and so on did not escape their examination.
“There's nothing here.” The police agent let out a long sigh after tired of searching.
There should be something they can take home from there. But there really isn't. Is it hidden or has it not been found? No one knows.
“I counted important evidence in the bakabur by Darwin Hemington.” A police agent conveyed his suspicions.
“But it is impossible that the evidence is only one, there must be another here just that we have not found it and need to work hard to get it.”
The police agents who were there returned to search. For 120 minutes they did a search. Maybe because Darwin Hemington was a mathematician, so his life was all calculated in detail to the smallest thing.
“See what this is?” A police agent found a copy of the formula taken from nangkas locked.”
Other police agents came in, and saw what his partner had found. A copy of the formula turn on the usual mathematical formula.
“It's complicated this formula. Is this the formula for making assembled bombs?” one of the police agents commented.
Little did he know the formula of the compound used to assemble a bomb.
“We will ask the expert later. We continue the sweep of this place.”
Police agents moved back in search of other clues.