"Okay, tell me! As long as you provide useful things, I will let you go! But if you dare to fool me, you know the consequences!" Helen let go of Henry's collar, raised her fist and said fiercely.
"Helen, he's not a policeman. What can he say? Don't let him mislead you." Ansel said.
"Haha." Henry chuckled and glanced at Ansel, "I am not a policeman, but what's the point of doing that for you as a policeman? Even though it is an obvious murder, you think it's an accident?"
Hearing this, Ansel got angry. He yelled at Henry, "Bullsh*t! What makes you think it's a murder? I'm warning you, guy, don't talk nonsense! If you say it's a murder, show us the evidence!"
"The evidence is here." Henry pointed to the foreman.
The foreman's face changed. "Young man, don't talk nonsense! Why are you pointing at me?"
"You said you were just about to go to Party A and didn't come to the construction site, did you?" Henry asked.
"Yes." The foreman nodded. "These workers saw it. They called me, so I came here."
Henry glanced at the foreman's left hand, "Are you married?"
Hearing Henry's question, the foreman subconsciously put his right hand on the back of his left one. Then his face slightly changed. "This is my personal problem. It has nothing to do with the case, right?"
"Maybe, come with me." Henry waved to Helen, and then pulled open the isolation belt and walked towards the scorched workshop.
Helen did not say a word. With confusion in her eyes, she kept up with Henry's pace.
Ansel snorted coldly and followed as well.
Henry walked around the workshop. Suddenly, He fixed his eyes on the corner of the workshop. In the scorched shed, there was a little shiny object.
"Captain Han, I think you should ask someone to pick that up and check it out." Henry pointed to the flashing object.
Instead of calling for help, Helen put on her rubber gloves and took out the shining white thing. It was a man's platinum ring!
The moment Helen saw the platinum ring, she knew that she had found the clue!
It was impossible for these workers to wear platinum rings when they were working at the construction site, not to speak of casually putting them in the work shed. There must be someone who has left it behind.
Henry smiled and looked at the foreman again, "Can you stretch out your left hand?"
"Why?" The foreman looked at Henry alertly and did not do as he was told.
"I'm asking you to stretch your hand. Cooperate!" Helen shouted!
The foreman kept rolling his eyes.
"Hurry up!" Helen shouted again.
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