Chapter 327 Klein: Wrong way, go in again.

"I'm Jurgen Cooper, and I'm here to post bail for Mr. Sherlock and Ms. Watson." A young man in a tuxedo, a red bow tie, and a serious face came to Sivella Square and said to the police officer at the reception desk.

"Please, please follow me!" The policewoman showed a relieved smile and rushed to the interrogation room with the lawyer. During this time, the office area remained silent. Everyone was trying to show that they were busy and doing their work.

Jurgen looked at this strange scene and was also puzzled. Normally, lawyers would be stopped several times and asked to show their lawyer's licenses... Especially at the crime scene, there was evidence and witnesses pointing to those two or three people...

When the door of the interrogation room was opened, something even stranger happened. There were two men and two women in the room. There were Sherlock and Watson, who he was familiar with. He had no impression of the other old man and the lady. They were chatting and seemed to be having a good time. The strangest thing was that there were no police officers in the interrogation room! Or were those two high-ranking police officers not required to wear police uniforms?

His expression did not change at all. He sat down next to the two detectives, nodded to them, and then supported his chin with his hands crossed.

"You two, I would like to talk to the client alone. Is that possible?"

Old Blue was very familiar with Jurgen. He smiled and said:
"I hit it off with these two detectives right away. After thinking about it carefully, I realized that I seemed to have asked them for help...

"I believe they would not commit a murder. After all, they punished another burglar who broke into the house this morning...

"They can leave at any time, but I proposed that they help catch the criminal... The lawyer is here too, so you can discuss it with me."

Then, he led Fors out of the interrogation room and said to the police officers busy outside:

"It's noon now. Where's your 'work lunch'? It's time to get off work and eat. Why are you standing here?"

"Uh..." Everyone straightened their heads. Yes, it was noon, and lunch would have been served long ago... but now the big boss was here, who would dare to leave?
Old Bruce was somewhat speechless. He immediately waved to a familiar policeman, took out a few bills from his inner pocket and handed them over, saying:

"Find a few people, go to the nearest decent restaurant, and ask them to prepare a buffet-style lunch as quickly as possible, with a large enough quantity, and send it here.

"As for alcohol... how much can you drink?" He said the last sentence while looking at the others, but no one dared to speak. Drinking at noon? Don't want to do it anymore?

"My alcohol tolerance is pretty good!" Fisher Morgan's eyes were bloodshot as he took the money. For a foreigner with no background, no money, no power, and no knowledge, it was normal to be a police officer for a lifetime! Maybe he could get close to the sheriff when he retired!
But today! He clearly sensed that today was the opportunity God gave him! It was his chance to take that step forward!

Old Bruce took out another stack of banknotes and handed it over, saying with satisfaction:

"Bring the beer by the barrel, buy some better quality wine, and bring the Lilanzi by the box!

"Everyone else... stop standing there, take away the tattered files in front of you, and put the tables together! Get moving!"

Hearing the old man's thunderous command, everyone's bodies trembled at first, and then they moved involuntarily. Fisher even gave a look to a few people with whom he had a good relationship, and rushed out the door.

Fors was confused. Old Blue was...was he going to have a party at Sivella's? This was too outrageous!
……

The door creaked open, and the aroma of wine and food filled the air. Klein was startled, and then he saw a table full of sumptuous food and people holding plates to help themselves to food. He hurriedly apologized:
"Sorry, we went to the wrong place!"

Boom! He closed the door, and then Klein turned to the member of Daly's team next to him and said:

"We've gone to the wrong place. This isn't a police station. This should be a restaurant? Uh..." The big sign with "Backlund Police Headquarters" hanging nearby seemed to be mocking him silently, but his teammates' eyes were even more heartbreaking. Daly even said:

"Klein, you need to get more sleep at night. Otherwise, not only will your hair fall out, but your memory will also weaken..."

As she spoke, she walked forward and pushed open the door. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, because this really wasn't a police station!

At this time, a police officer at the door came over and bowed:

"Welcome to the Backlund Police Department. How can I help you? For homicide cases, please go to Channel 1. For fraud cases, please go to Channel 2...

"If you don't mind, have a drink to calm yourself down. You can also take any food you want..."

Klein and the others were silent. What the hell are these guys doing?! They don't have their police badges or ID cards on their faces... Why are they so polite?

Suddenly, Klein's eyes caught a familiar figure! An old man with a strong and upright figure, dressed in formal attire, gnawing on a chicken leg with his bare hands! Old Blue!
The case is solved! Everything can be explained! Wherever Old Blue is, there are accidents!
As expected, he quickly glanced around and found Fors, the only woman who was not in uniform among the policewomen... She was holding a glass of bubbly "drink" and chatting and laughing with the female police officer next to her. From time to time, there was a silver bell-like laughter, which was very eye-catching.

Klein quickly pointed to the old man's location to Daly, who suddenly realized what was going on and immediately led everyone to the "dining table" over there.

"Mr. Blue has a really good appetite! Come, eat this tender chicken. It is said that you don't even need to spit out the bones! It will break into pieces with just one bite!" The senior inspectors surrounded the old man's desk, each holding a plate and recommending their favorite food.

Old Bruce forked up the chicken, bit off half of it in one gulp, and chewed it with a crunching sound, nodding his head repeatedly and saying:

“Good, very fresh.

"I'll give one to each of the 'suspects' being interrogated today. It's my treat.

"Also, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you usually have stern faces, so why do you keep your smile on? Are you keeping it for me? Smile more at the citizens!

"Look, there are a few 'ordinary citizens' coming over there, why don't you go and greet them?" Old Blue was sharp-eyed. He spotted Daly and her group and hurriedly found something for them to do while he took the opportunity to eat and drink.

"No need!" Daley held up her "Chief Superintendent" certificate, dismissed the inspector who came forward, walked to the dining table, and said sarcastically:

"Well old man, someone is dying tragically out there, and you're eating and drinking with the law enforcers in broad daylight?"

Swish!
The "restaurant" instantly became silent, leaving only the old man's chewing sounds and the rough smacking of his lips. As the sound of swallowing came out, Old Blue smiled and said:
“If you don’t eat during the day, do you eat at night?

"Will you please have some?"

Without waiting for Daly to respond, Klein picked up the plate, took out a bunch of food, and ran straight to the policewoman.

"..." Dai Li held her forehead and waved her hand.
"Eat, eat, why should I worry about this..."

(End of this chapter)