svetikya Chapter 177 Ronald Defoe
Chapter 177 Ronald Defoe
Chapter 177 Ronald Defoe
"I'll be there soon."
"
He hung up the phone and stood up.
"I have to go now, I have a case to handle."
Chen Yuan nodded and waved his hand.
"oh."
Kindeman is a very busy man.
These past few days, Chen Yuan has often seen him run away mid-conversation, so he's long been used to it.
One day and a few hours later.
Kindeman is back again.
This time, his expression was off.
I'm very tired.
There were obvious dark circles under his eyes, as if he had stayed up all night.
His expression was grim, his brows furrowed, as if he had encountered some enormous problem.
It was dinnertime.
Chen Yuan and Father Iller were having lunch in a small restaurant behind the church.
It's called a restaurant, but it's really just a small room with a square table and a few chairs.
A picture of Jesus hangs on the wall, and a potted plant that is about to wither in the corner.
Father Iller's dinner was simple.
A bowl of mashed potatoes.
It's white and soft, topped with a spoonful of meat gravy, and served with a few boiled carrots on the side.
The elderly person's dinner was light and easy to digest.
Chen Yuan's dinner was different.
Mapo tofu, glistening with red oil, sprinkled with Sichuan peppercorn powder and chopped green onions, has an irresistible aroma.
Braised pork belly, with three layers of fat and lean meat, stewed until tender and juicy, with a glossy, dark brown color, rich but not greasy.
Roast suckling pig, a whole pig, with a golden and crispy skin, revealing tender white meat when cut open.
The braised pork knuckle was bigger than his face, stewed until it was so tender that you could easily pierce it with chopsticks.
Steamed fish, a sea bass, steamed to perfection, topped with shredded scallions and ginger, and drizzled with steamed fish soy sauce.
There was also a bowl of white rice, a small dish of side dishes, and a bowl of soup.
A dazzling array of dishes filled the table.
In comparison, Father Iller's bowl of mashed potatoes seemed particularly meager.
No, it can't be called shabby.
All I can say is that it's "food."
Chen Yuan's table was filled with "delicious food".
Father Iller ate his mashed potatoes while glancing at Chen Yuan.
A mouthful of mashed potatoes.
Take a peek at the braised pork.
Another bite of mashed potatoes.
Take a peek at the roast suckling pig.
Another bite of mashed potatoes.
Take a peek at the braised pork knuckle.
That look in his eyes was just like an old cat watching others eat meat.
Unfortunately, his age is a factor.
He's in his seventies or eighties, and he has high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar—he has it all.
He can't eat any of these big fish and meat dishes.
The doctor said to eat a light diet, with less oil and salt.
Father Iller felt so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe whenever he thought of this.
Why?
Why is Chen Yuan, who is older than him and claims to be 128 years old, able to eat so much?
And it won't make you fat even after eating it?
You ate it and nothing happened?
Will eating this make you lively and energetic again?
Father Iller couldn't understand it.
This is the scene that greeted Kindeman when she pushed open the door.
His brows instantly relaxed.
The fatigue and seriousness on his face transformed into a complex expression.
surprise.
Puzzled.
There's also a hint of...craving.
He glanced at the table full of food in front of Chen Yuan, then at the solitary bowl in front of Father Iller.
He swallowed hard.
"List."
He spoke, his voice a little dry.
"Isn't the difference between your two meals a bit too great?"
Chen Yuan glanced at him sideways.
There was a hint of disdain in his gaze.
"Get to the point. Can't you see we're having dinner?"
Kindeman:
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He glanced at the dishes on the table.
Every dish was steaming hot and exuding an enticing aroma.
Although he had never eaten these Eastern foods, it was not difficult to draw an answer from their taste.
He should be able to eat these things.
Kindeman swallowed again.
"So much...can you eat it all by yourself?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Chen Yuan sneered, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth.
The fatty meat melts in your mouth, while the lean meat is tender and flavorful.
He chewed twice and swallowed.
"So what if I can't eat?"
Kindeman looked serious.
"I believe food should not be wasted."
His tone was righteous and indignant, like that of a warrior defending the dignity of food.
Chen Yuan calmly reached out and picked up the roast suckling pig.
Kindeman's eyes followed the roast suckling pig.
"After eating all this, I'm only about 50% full."
impossible.
It is absolutely impossible.
Jin Deman believes that Chen Yuan simply doesn't want to invite him to dinner.
It must be like this.
This guy is so stingy.
He pulled up a chair and sat down at the dining table.
The seat I sat in was directly opposite the roast suckling pig.
"List."
His tone became serious.
"I've run into a problem."
As he spoke, he swallowed again.
"I need your help."
His gaze was fixed intently on Chen Yuan.
To be precise, he was staring at the roast suckling pig in Chen Yuan's hand.
He doesn't believe it anymore.
Would Chen Yuan really have the heart to watch him starve and freeze here?
If it were him, he'd be embarrassed!
Chen Yuan replied indifferently.
"Speak."
Then he lowered his head and took a bite of the roast suckling pig.
The outer layer is crispy, making a "crunch" sound.
Kindeman:
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He took a deep breath and began to speak.
The story begins yesterday.
That was a phone call from the assistant director.
"Kindeokman, a murder has occurred in your jurisdiction."
"What case?"
"A family annihilation case."
At the time, Kindeman did not realize the seriousness of the problem.
He had seen cases of families being wiped out.
Although not many, they have been dealt with before.
Until he arrived at the scene.
It was an ordinary residential area.
A two-story building with white exterior walls, green lawn, and an old car parked in front.
It looks very ordinary.
But once she stepped inside, Kindeman would never forget that scene.
The second floor.
Four bedrooms.
Six people.
They lay face down on their respective beds.
He rested his head on his arm.
The posture was peaceful, as if the person was asleep.
But they were all dead.
He was shot and killed.
After identification, the identities of these six people were confirmed.
Ronald Defoe's parents.
Ronald Defoe's two younger brothers: John, 9, and Mark, 12.
Ronald Defoe's two younger sisters: 13-year-old Allison and 18-year-old Dawn.
A family of six.
They're all dead.
The sole survivor was 24-year-old Ronald Defoe.
He rushed into the bar after the incident, shouting that someone had shot and killed his parents, and then led a group of patrons home, where he discovered the bodies.
Kindeman was in charge of interrogating him.
At first, Ronald Defoe was very cooperative.
He said his father had recently gotten into trouble with the Mafia.
Those guys are ruthless and capable of anything.
It must have been them.
They broke into the house at night, shot and killed everyone, and then fled.
As Kindeman listened to his confession, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
He had seen the crime scene.
All six men were shot in the head.
They were all lying face down on the bed.
They were all properly covered with blankets.
This doesn't seem like something the Mafia would do.
When the Mafia kills, they either spray bullets indiscriminately or shoot someone in the head and then turn and leave; they don't bother to dispose of the body.
Moreover, there were no signs of the door lock being pried open.
The windows were all closed properly.
There were no signs of any unauthorized intrusion.