From the police officer in charge of the case Michael got the initial report of the crime, that is, Lynch reported his residence suffered a burglary to take the case, which not only has Lynch's address, the reason for the report, but also some of the scene of the record.
It had to be said that the Federal Revenue Service was a well-fed department, and Michael had only paid the price of a favor to see not only the transcript, but also the important piece of evidence that should have been sealed away, the gold ring with the engraving.
Michael swore on his old hairy mess that he had never seen the ring, much less taken it from Lynch's room.
The ring is at most two or three hundred dollars in place, he did not have to take the risk for this money, but it not only appeared in their own "turf", but also by Michael to get and in the scene of the sale of stolen goods was arrested.
How could this dumbass who doesn't even have a grasp of the proper way to pin a ring steal it?
So Michael is even more certain that the nature of the case is one of planting evidence, and he immediately comes to Lynch.
He had wanted to have a good talk with Lynch, but when he saw this guy, an indescribable rage ignited at once, burning his sanity almost to pieces.
This was the fourth time he had, planted himself on the same person, and not more than a month before and after, which was the first time it had happened in Michael's life.
Not only does it make him angry, it also scares him.
His temper, as well as his personality, are very bad, but still able to be seen by his superiors, not because he is "evil" enough, it is his ability, although he has many shortcomings, but he is definitely considered a capable person in the work.
It was such a proud man who lost to a kid who hadn't even managed to make a name for himself.
Oh no, now Lynch has become famous, but he does not know that the "Lynch method" is a kind of gray process officially recognized by the Federal Tax Service, the Federal Police, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Federal Bureau of Homeland Security, the Federal ... and more than a dozen other departments. The behavior of the
It's more sophisticated, more insidious, and more difficult to control, as well as faster, more harmful, and more difficult to eradicate than those who have toyed with it before.
There was definitely more to it than a simple trick like exchanging change, and at Lynch's suggestion, the laundromat under Mr. Fox's command was almost drastically altered, with at least dozens of available options offered inside in separate categories.
Depending on the type of clothes being washed, the quantity, the detergent, the aroma, whether or not to tumble dry or tumble dry, and a myriad of options, it can cost dozens of dollars to wash a single load of clothes, and even more if you add in labor intervention.
And regardless of how they managed to achieve so many complex options with a single non-customized washing machine, and whether those clothes will wash out if they're thrown in there, they did it anyway, solving certain drawbacks without breaking any laws and allowing them to bleach faster and faster.
In some ways, Lynch is a talent, a somewhat unorthodox one.
Once again when facing this guy Michael still couldn't restrain his violent temper, he didn't back down this time, his eyes stared fiercely into Lynch's eyes, "Tell me the facts and what happened, or else you don't want to have a good time tonight."
Lynch laughed a little as Michael punched him just off the small of his back, and just like last time, it hit Lynch where the small of his back met his chest and he began to spasm, bending over slightly and taking deep breaths to soothe the convulsions in his diaphragm.
He spat, his mouth wide open and regurgitated saliva from the spasm of his diaphragm covering his mouth.
"You better say it, don't make me!" , Michael was unmoved, his eyes red.
His son is about to go to prison and serve a sentence that will ruin his life later on, a child's life is over!
Any government department will not want a person who has had the experience of burglary to take up any position, some big groups, plutocrats, also will not want such a bad record of people to take up important jobs, he can only be in the bottom of the life to hang around.
His wife was also badly shaken, and he learned some more details of the episode from her and the doctor's side that masthead had been humiliating her, beating her, and even nearly assaulting her.
It was hard for Michael to imagine how his wife, whom he usually treated like a baby, had endured all this and how strong she was to hold on.
Everything he had was ruined because of certain people!
The smile on Lynch's face disappeared as well, the spasms were something that could really kill you when they hurt, and he kept up his ragged deep breathing to calm the physical pain, his voice changing a bit as he spoke.
"You could have killed me, they might have covered your minor transgressions, but they wouldn't have condoned and helped you hide the fact that you deliberately committed murder." , the corners of his mouth quirked slightly at the edges with a hint of a sneer, which made Michael even more offended.
He punched Lynch in the small of the back again, it hurt so much that Lynch's entire body slumped against the wall, he was having a hard time even standing still, "Where's masthead, were you guys together that night?"
Lynch froze for a moment, he had watched masthead die on the road out of town, he had even thought that someone good would go to the police, Michael hadn't known if masthead's accident meant that something else had happened?
He guessed correctly that not that many people actually wanted to get into trouble, it wasn't the sight of an old lady taking a fall, it was an obvious homicide, with large puddles of blood and cleanly searched bodies at the scene, and no one was going to be targeted by the police for someone else's business.
As far as exposure to the wilderness goes it's not so bad, in fact at this point masthead's body is in a classroom somewhere in the Sabine City Medical School.
Someone who found the body and wasn't afraid to go to the trouble of selling it for fifteen hundred dollars to the Sabine City Medical School for research purposes.
Eighty-seven percent of the people in the Baille Federation firmly believe that there is a God, and that people will enter another world after death, as for the other thirteen percent, although they do not believe in this God, but they believe in something else.
All of these things share roughly similar teachings and guidelines, and the reasons for keeping burials in the ground vary, but it all serves the same purpose, which is to get into the ground before you can ascend to various ideal towns and villages.
It's basically hard for medical schools to want fresh cadavers for research under these circumstances, and sometimes a teaching contraption can last for years without being replaced.
It's not that medical schools don't have the money to replace them, but even if they did, they couldn't find them, which of course fostered the birth of another profession, who were hot for a while, and then quickly faded into obscurity.
This also resulted in masthead's death not being officially listed as a death notified to the entire Commonwealth; in other words, in the eyes of law enforcement agencies like the Sabine City Police Department, masthead had absconded.
It's just that at this time neither Lynch, nor Michael knew about it.
Lynch's silence made Michael even more enraged, and he was just about to make another move when he didn't expect Lynch to suddenly cry out for help.
The somewhat surprising cry for help immediately alerted the tavern downstairs, and knowing that it was nighttime by now, the tavern was full of defiant drunks and drunks with nothing better to do, they came to a sudden halt, and Lynch, instead, wrapped his arms around Michael and continued to cry out for help, and with the series of noises coming up the stairs, and the sound of a mounted policeman's siren in the distance, Michael was somewhat baffled!
He'd never had an experience like this before, whether it was masthead in the past, or anyone else, he'd done it much more than he'd done with Lynch, masthead had spit blood from him.
They had always only suffered silently, and none of them were like Lynch, who would actually cry out for help.
In fact, he had a cognitive barrier, he always thought that Lynch was the same as everyone else, they were all criminals, and they didn't dare to call the police much less shout for help, but he overestimated his judgment and underestimated Lynch's decisiveness.
Soon, Lynch was taken to the hospital while he got into a police car and was taken to the police station with a grim look on his face.