The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Green observed that Griff's shoulders were relaxed and knew that the Sheriff had successfully suppressed him. He immediately smiled and said, "You think I must have killed Loha."

"You didn't kill him, so your brother killed him." Grif leaned forward and glared at Green.

"Green." The police chief looked at Green, "You want to deny that you killed Loha?"

"My brother had his arm cut off during a conflict with Loha before. He lost too much blood and fell into a coma. I sent him to Dr. Strange for treatment. Loha was still alive at that time, so it couldn't be him," Green said.

"Then it can only be you." Grif said, "How about I call Loha's daughter to testify that she went to see her father's body? I can imagine how sad she is."

"Chief." Green suddenly cast his gaze on the Sheriff's face with a smile. "Out of the corner of my eye, I saw your left hand seeming to be making small moves behind your back. Are you trying to send a message to inform the police outside? My Cabin Rescue Randy”

"This..." The police chief's face turned blue, and he felt uncomfortable having his little trick seen through.

Green smiled and said: "But obviously, your touch typing skills are not good enough and you haven't finished writing the message. Now before I can tell Lindsay to cut her throat with one click, please put your phone back immediately and let me finish what I said, okay?"

"Okay...Okay." The police chief nodded, took out his phone and put it on the wooden table aside.

"What else do you have to say?" Griff stared at Green, his gun-holding arm still being held down by the Sheriff's right hand.

"The person who killed Loha was someone else," Green said.

"This is your claim." Grif snorted coldly. "Why should I believe you? All the evidence, plus your identity before the end of the world, points to you. Ellie said that you and her father broke out. Serious dispute."

"I don't deny this, but I did not kill him. The reason is very simple. Unlike what you think, I don't have a gun." Green said.

Loha was shot to death, so the murderer must be someone with a gun. The Sheriff and Grif in front of him are both people with guns. Apart from them, the only person Green knows who has a gun is Loha. Ha himself committed suicide, but Luo Ha did not have a gun at the time, so it was impossible to commit suicide.

"You don't have a gun, do you think I will believe it?" Griff said coldly.

"check it out."

Green flipped the phone's page to the logistics interface and pointed the phone screen at Grif.

"This is the Desert Eagle that I ordered a few months ago. However, there was an accident during the airdrop and the materials were damaged. You can see the logistics positioning. This Desert Eagle did not arrive in my hands. I contacted the weapons dealer and said I was offered a replacement, but it hasn’t happened yet, so I don’t have any guns at all right now.”

Grieve and the Sheriff squinted to look at the display screen of Green's phone. Indeed, the logistics map on it was located thirty kilometers away from here, which meant that the gun was indeed not in Green's hands.

"Green, I believe you on this, because the Desert Eagle changed this thing... If it were a murder weapon, the bullet would not be stuck in Loha's throat." The police chief said sternly.

Indeed, the Desert Eagle is a large-caliber pistol. If it were a murder weapon, Loha's entire head might be shattered. How could it be stuck in his throat?

Grieve nodded, agreeing with what the sergeant said. The murder weapon should be a small-caliber pistol, which was very low-power but enough to kill.

"Although the record shows that you did not buy a gun, you may still have stolen someone else's pistol," Grieve said angrily, "If it wasn't you who killed it, who would have killed it?"

"In this world, guns are extremely valuable. Do you think someone would let their life-saving weapon be stolen?" Green said calmly, "Just like Grif, your pistol might be stolen by me. No, because You care about it and keep it under tight control even when sleeping. I am not a professional thief. Stealing a gun is an almost impossible task in this world."

"Green, if you insist so, then the only possibility is that the murderer is Loha himself. Apart from me, Grif, only Loha has a gun. Do you think Loha is an unthinkable person?" Sheriff Ask questions.

"He's not that kind of person." Green smiled, "And you didn't find Loja's gun at the scene, so of course he didn't commit suicide."

"According to the search, there was indeed no gun at the scene, but there was this hatchet."

The Sheriff said as he squinted his eyes and looked at the short ax placed on the table. The tip of the ax was stained with sticky blood.

"The fingerprint extraction has been done. Green, do you dare to compare your fingerprints?" Grif said coldly.

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Green couldn't help but smile.

"What did I misunderstand?" Grif asked.

"I have never denied that I hurt Loja." Green smiled, "What I maintain is that the murderer is someone else."

"Who?" the police chief asked.

"Guys with guns," Green laughed.

"Tell me who he is?"

Grif's arms suddenly broke away from the Sheriff's suppression, and the hole of the pistol was pointed at Green. There was anger in his eyes, because there were only three people with guns, Grif, the Sheriff, Loha, and Green. He and Loja committed suicide, so the suspect became between Grif and the Sheriff. This result made Grif angry. He wanted to hear who Green was going to pin the murderer on.

If Green said he was the murderer, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot Green in the head. He firmly believed that this time Green would not block the bullet with his sword.

"I already know who it is, but I have to go to the scene for final confirmation." Green said with a straight face.

Grif stared at Green closely, frowning, and thought for a few seconds: "Just in time, let's go to the scene to have a look, but don't play tricks, no matter what you do, you can't escape my eyes. This is how I can become the boss of the camp. Reason, remember that.”

This man is so good at showing off... I can hardly hold back my laughter. Randy told me the reason why you became the boss of the camp is not because you have a lot of money, a gun, and you keep shouting about yourself. Having managed a factory before, you can naturally manage a camp well, so the people who planned to start a business here considered you the boss.

Green suppressed a smile and nodded seriously, "So, what do you think of the Sheriff?"

"Of course I have no objection. I hope the murderer is not you, Green." The police chief took a deep breath.

On the way, the police chief walked behind Green and kept observing him. He saw the faint smile on the corner of Green's mouth, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a hint of admiration for Green in his heart.

Because behind Green was Griff, who was holding a gun. The police chief admired Green's ability to keep smiling and not nervous at all even when he could be killed at any time.

What the Sheriff didn't know was that if a person's heart is strong, and he still has nine lives and can become stronger after death, then being pointed at a gun is not a big deal.

The three of them soon arrived in the forest and came to the scene of Loha's death. In addition to Ellie, who was kneeling beside the body and crying, there were six police officers in blue, all lightly armed with close-quarters weapons.

"The daughter of an old friend... cried very sadly." Griff looked at Ellie who was kneeling next to the corpse, his nose felt sore, and he remembered the past with Loha.

"People can't be resurrected, so don't be too sad." The police chief sighed.

Without saying anything, Green stepped forward to inspect the body.

"You are the one who killed my father"

When Ellie saw Green, she sat down on the ground, looking a little lost. She backed up with her hands on the ground to distance herself from Green.

It was a very beautiful face. Ellie's face was flawless, clean, without any blemishes.

This is why her brother got together with her. Everyone likes her beautiful skin. As for why they had a falling out today, Green didn't know the specific reason.

Green also noticed that Ellie only had four fingers on her left hand, and her ring finger was gone.

"I did not kill your father." Green smiled, "I am... very happy about his death."

"Really, you devil?" Ellie stared at Green, sitting on the ground and walking backwards with her hands on the ground.

No, I feel a little strange, but what's wrong with it?

Green frowned, was Ellie's expression wrong? Yes, her expression was wrong. Logically speaking, I said this, she should feel angry, instead of just saying "you devil", there was not much anger in her tone.

Green looked at Ellie who was retreating and noticed something was wrong with her cheeks, as if something was missing.

What's missing

"Ma'am, what happened between you and my brother?" Green asked.

"Boy, you should hurry up and see the body you want to see." Griff reminded coldly, "instead of questioning my old friend's daughter."

"Green." The police chief stood next to the body and looked at the body and said, "Just as my men reported, there were two wounds. The knee was shattered by an axe, and the neck was shot. Is there anything abnormal?"

Green touched his chin and squatted down to examine the fatal wound. Indeed, it was an injury caused by a small-caliber gun. The bullet was inserted from the front instead of the back. There was a circle of visible burn marks and a small amount of soot around the wound. Gunpowder particles.

"Well...it's indeed a bit strange." Green smiled.

"What's weird"

"The murderer was very close to him and shot Loja from the front at close range." Green said, "At that time, I threw the hatchet and shattered Loja's knee and left. At that time, Loja He only lost one leg, but he still has sufficient close-up self-defense capabilities. If someone shoots him from a distance or from behind, it is quite common sense, but close-up is obviously strange. With Roha's close-up physical strength, even me My younger brother is no match for Loha, who can threaten Loha head-on at this distance?"

"How did you determine that Loha was shot at close range?" Grif had been listening and asked coldly at this moment.

"His wounds tell everything. If the murderer had shot from a distance, there would not have been such obvious burn marks where the body was shot. But now, we can tell from this that the murderer's gun was fired almost close to his neck. " Green said.

"Is...is that so..." The police chief hesitated to speak.

"At this distance, not even my brother's dagger can hurt Loha. If someone who has hatred against Loha wants to kill Loha, he should know how powerful Loha is. In that case, he can do it without showing up. There was no need to take risks at close range when shooting Loha in the back, because Loha was lame at the time," Green said.

"Indeed, my old friend is a terrifying guy in close combat, on par with me." Grif thought.

I'd better delete that last sentence...I don't think so at all...

"Do you know why the murderer is in danger?" Green said suddenly, looking at the police chief.

"The murderer... It's really strange that the murderer chose to open fire at close range in this situation," the police chief said.

"There is only one possibility." Green said decisively, "The murderer has never used a gun before. He is a novice. He chooses to approach when he is unsure about shooting from a distance."

"What...what" Grif's eyes widened.

"Yes, my suspicion has been cleared. You should know my background. I have participated in many street gunfights and am quite skilled with guns. If I were the murderer and had a gun, Loha would definitely die from a long-range shooting." Green He said, "There is no way I would run up to a cripple who is very strong at close range, pull out a gun and fire close to him."

"What you said...is indeed unreasonable." Grif also felt that something was fishy. He was originally sure that Green had killed Loha. After all, Loha's daughter Ellie personally told Loha what she had done. He told him that if Loha remained silent, it meant that Loha had been killed by Green.

"Yes, the murderer's gun probably wasn't his own, so he didn't use the gun much, so he wasn't sure of shooting from a distance. The murderer was afraid that missing a shot would alert Loha, so he tried to kill him with a close shot." Green said.

"You said the murderer's gun was not his but that he stole someone else's gun." The police chief frowned.

"Wait a minute Green, you said before that guns are rare and valuable items and everyone will take good care of them." Grif said, "Just like me, guns will be locked in an iron drawer in the inner room when not in use. How is that possible? can be easily stolen"

"If the thief was your relative and had the key, wouldn't it be easy for him to take your gun from the drawer?" Green smiled.

"Well...of course, but I don't have anyone close to me anymore." Grif's voice was a little lonely.

"But Loha does." Green's voice was sonorous and powerful. "Loha has a daughter named Ellie."

"What do you mean?" Ellie, who was sitting on the ground, looked at Green with wide eyes, a trace of uneasiness flashing in her eyes.

Green glanced at Ellie: "The only person I can think of who can make Loha defenseless by shooting him head-on at close range is his beloved daughter. In our camp, only one person with a known gun is Lohar, Grif, Sheriff, Lohar was here with me cutting down trees, and he didn't have a gun. His gun must be at home, and you took your father's gun and ran to end your father's life. And use this to pin the blame on me."

"you..."

"I finally know what's wrong with your cheek, what's missing." Green said decisively, "It's missing tear marks. If you really knelt next to the corpse and cried before, then even if you wiped it dry, there should be traces hanging on it. It’s on the face”

"How is it possible Green?" Grif said sternly, "How could she kill her own father? He was her biological father."

"You should know that a woman in love likes the person she loves more than her father." Green said lightly, "Loha is becoming more and more dissatisfied with my brother, and is increasingly opposed to Ellie and John being together. , and later even scolded Ellie for it, these are what John told me."