"You... pregnant with John's child?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Amy cautiously.

Amy only reacted at this moment, and was a little flustered for a while: "No...no..." Amy's eyes were erratic, but when he saw Evan's half-smiling eyes, he immediately said: "I mean yes Yes, I am indeed pregnant with Master John's child." Amy was completely calm now.

Sheriff Chandler frowned unbearably: "Amy, I know you're a good boy, but you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, John I grew up watching, although he is a little arrogant, but But you're not a casual person, you..."

"No! Sheriff Chandler!" Amy interrupted Sheriff Chandler suddenly: "It's not Master John's fault, it's me...I seduced Master John, I...I just love him too much Now, I love him more than Miss Arya! But he doesn't belong to me, I'm in so much pain, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Amy buried her face in her palms with excitement and sobbed loudly.

Sheriff Chandler was stunned for a moment, I was afraid that he had never seen such an open lady in his life, and he was at a loss for a while: "Ai... Amy, don't cry, your... Do the Lawrences know about your situation?"

In the view of the sheriff, Mr. Lawrence and Mrs. Lawrence are the most serious couple. If they knew about Amy, they would be very angry.

"They already knew it." Amy suddenly raised her head and said.

Sheriff Chandler's eyes widened instantly. "That's impossible! They never told me."

"They all know, but they all pretended that this didn't happen. They really love Master John too much and don't want his reputation to be ruined." Amy whispered.

Sheriff Chandler was almost in disbelief, and dared to conceal such a serious matter: "This is so outrageous! I always thought Mr. Lawrence Jr. was an upright gentleman."

"He is indeed an upright gentleman." Evan interjected with a smile: "It's just that John is his son, what can you expect him to do?"

Sheriff Chandler sighed: "That's good, the only clue is broken again."

Evan smiled slightly: "Sheriff Chandler, have you forgotten what Amy said before?"

Sheriff Chandler's eyes lit up when he heard this, then turned to stare at Amy, his eyes burning like a falcon: "Little Amy, what did John do? Is there another lady beside him? ?"

Amy trembled again. She glanced at the smiling and gentle Evan and shuddered. He suddenly felt that the most dangerous person in this interrogation room was not the fierce Sheriff Chandler, but It is the kind and merciful Mr. Pastor.

"I...I don't know..." Amy said weakly.

"Little Amy, you can't lie to me. I'm a policeman. I know how to deal with liars. You're still pregnant with Little John's child. It's really not suitable for you to stay in prison. I advise you to tell the truth." Sheriff Chandler said half-threateningly, half-coaxing.

Amy couldn't help shivering, and looked at Sheriff Chandler with fear on her face. Her loyalty to John still couldn't help but worry about the child in her belly, so she could only say: "I...I only know one thing, come on The second time John and Mrs. Lawrence quarreled, Mrs. Lawrence didn't like Miss Arya and wanted Master John to marry a lady from London, but Master John refused, and Mrs. Lawrence said that it was Miss Arya and Master John would So depraved, the Lawrence family absolutely cannot accept such a woman."

Speaking of which, Amy couldn't help biting her lip. She still remembered the expression on Mrs. Lawrence's face when she said these words, fierce and crazy.

Sheriff Chandler couldn't help frowning. He glanced at Evan with his eyes down, and felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

"Anything else? You better not hide it from me!" Sheriff Chandler said, staring at Amy.

Amy shrank her neck and shook her head gently: "No more, I only know this, that night I originally wanted to tell Master John about my pregnancy, but I saw Miss Arya come out of the house. , I didn't go in, this is all done by Miss Arya, it really has nothing to do with me!"

At this time, Amy still didn't want to speak ill of Arya.

Sheriff Chandler is a little impatient. No one can rule out the suspicion of the current situation, and things are more complicated.

Sheriff Chandler waved his hand and motioned the police to take Amy out, but at this moment, Evan suddenly said, "By the way, Amy, Master John didn't light the stove that night?"

After listening to Evan's question, Amy was stunned for a moment, and then replied decisively: "No!"

Evan suddenly smiled at this time: "How can you be sure?"

Amy blushed suddenly: "I...I..."

Seeing something was wrong, Chief Chandler immediately said, "Don't tell the truth soon! Otherwise, I'll really throw you in jail for the rest of your life!"

Amy was pressed in two directions, and suddenly burst into tears: "I... I was wrong! Sheriff Chandler, please don't put me in jail!"

Sheriff Chandler breathed a sigh of relief, his face still dignified: "Since you don't want to be put in jail, tell me the truth!"

Amy sat down with a sad face: "Actually... In fact, I have seen Master John after Miss Arya left." Her words were so light and short that if you didn't listen carefully, you could hardly hear them.

Sheriff Chandler, of course, listened carefully, so he jumped up from his chair at once: "Amy! How can you be like this! Frame a lady! Are you really crazy!"

Amy bowed her head in shame, not daring to look directly into Sheriff Chandler's eyes.

"Go to Dr. Hester's house and let those people come back! Miss Arya is innocent." Sheriff Chandler quickly ordered the police around him.

Sheriff Chandler rushes to exonerate Arya, but Evan is concerned with another problem.

"Sheriff Chandler." When the sheriff finally finished his order, Evan suddenly said: "Since Master John didn't light the stove, does that mean that there is something wrong with the time of death that Dr. Hester deduced?"

Sheriff Chandler couldn't help but say a dirty word: "This Doctor Hester is really going to cause us trouble." Sheriff Chandler sighed: "If you delay John's death to ten to eleven Now, everyone has time to commit crimes, and that time is when the fireworks display is over, and the whole town is in chaos."

Evan couldn't help but smile: "I'm afraid you forgot, if it happened at that time, then the murderer should be someone John is familiar with, think about it, it's so late, you can still keep silent Silently came to Lawrence's house, and without disturbing anyone, entered John's room and killed him, either he was very familiar with Lawrence's house and John, or he was done by Lawrence's family at all."

Hearing John's reasoning, the sheriff frowned again, and his vague thoughts came to his mind again.

"Isn't it possible?" The sheriff said hesitantly, "The Lawrences are very honest people, and they dote on John so much, so they shouldn't do such a thing."

At that time, all the servants in Lawrence's family went home, and the only ones left at home were Lawrence and his wife.

Evan didn't express any opinion this time, he just lowered his head and smiled and said, "I don't want to believe in such a terrible thing. It all depends on you to investigate."

Sheriff Chandler was very happy, patted Evan's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "You can rest assured, I will not let the murderer escape, no matter who he is."

After the trial of Amy was over, Evan left the police station alone. He was going to go back to church, but he suddenly remembered Mrs. Sanders who had not recovered from a long illness, so he abducted Mrs. Sanders to live there. The place.

Mrs. Sanders lives on the main street of Derainlier. She has no house and lives in a rented house. Evan stood at the door and watched for a long time, and suddenly sighed in her heart. The church is very generous to the pastor. But not so generous with the parish secretary.

Evan stood at the door and knocked on the door for a long time before someone came to open the door belatedly. The person who came was an old man who looked like he was in his fifties. He was not tall and wore a ridiculous dark red woolen suit jacket. Looks a bit like Sheriff Chandler.

Evan instantly understood that this should be Sheriff Chandler's uncle.

"Hello, Mr. Chandler." Evan nodded politely.

The old gentleman looked at Evan's special collar with a smile on his face: "It's Pastor Bruce, come in, Mrs. Sanders is thinking of you."

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

The decoration in the room is very simple, with a dresser, a bed, a table and a chair, and Mrs. Sanders is lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Evan thinks this is a nun's room.

"Pastor Bruce?" Xu Shi heard the sound, and Mrs. Sanders opened her eyes and looked at Evan weakly.

Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders in surprise. He always thought that Mrs. Sanders was just a minor illness, but looking at her skinny appearance, it was clear that she would be dead soon.

"Oh, my dear lady." Evan strode to Mrs. Sanders' window: "What's the matter with you?"

Mrs. Sanders showed a weak smile, which softened her stern face instantly: "I'm afraid I won't live long."

"Nonsense," muttered Mr. Chandler as he sat down by Mrs. Sanders' bed and gently pulled her thin hand, her cloudy eyes a little red.

Mrs. Sanders' pale face instantly flushed, and she whispered, "Mr. Chandler, thank you for your kind care these days, but could you please give me a little talk to Pastor Bruce. time."

Mr. Chandler coughed dryly like a cover, and quickly raised his hand and touched the corner of his eyes: "Okay, I happened to go out to buy some beef for you, you need to supplement nutrition."

Mr. Chandler turned and left the small room, leaving only Evan and Mrs. Sanders looking at each other in the room. There was a moment of embarrassment between the two, because they didn't really know each other very well.

Finally, Mrs. Sanders spoke first. "Did you invite Mr. Chandler here?"

Evan touched his nose in embarrassment and whispered, "This... is also to take care of you."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan and suddenly said, "Pastor Bruce, can I ask you one thing?"