Evan couldn't help sighing: "Don't say these irrational words, Miss Arya did nothing wrong."

"Why are you all talking for that slut!" Mrs. Lawrence took a step forward a little excitedly: "I need someone to pay for this!" She looked at Evan and Sheriff Chandler viciously.

Sheriff Chandler's frown deepened: "The one who needs to pay is the murderer, please don't make trouble without reason."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Lawrence couldn't help trembling: "You said it nicely, but you have not made any progress so far! Is my little John going to die in vain?"

Speaking of this Sheriff Chandler is a little ashamed, but he can only continue: "Mrs. Lawrence, this matter is very complicated, but we have made some progress, please don't worry."

Mrs. Lawrence just sneered and turned away.

Looking at the direction she was leaving, Sheriff Chandler murmured, "Looks like I need to talk to the Laurence servants."

"Obviously." There was a hint of interest in Evan's eyes: "Sheriff Chandler, you still have a lot of work to do."

Sheriff Chandler left, and Evan returned to the church. Although Evan had doubts in his heart, he still needed evidence to prove it.

The next day was Sunday. As the pastor of Delan Lier, Evan needed to worship for the believers. The words of worship were already prepared, and Evan had completely adapted to this kind of life at this time.

This day, basically all the churchmen of Deran Lier came. John's incident cast a cloud over the whole Delan Lier. The townspeople urgently needed a vent to soothe their hearts.

Duke Wilson also came, his face was still cold, and he still ignored Evan, but he still came.

The arrival of Duke Wilson changed the atmosphere of the whole church. People rushed to salute him with surprise and excitement on their faces.

Evan stood on the altar and watched Duke Wilson greet everyone elegantly and peacefully, but he was secretly thinking about how he wanted to get closer to the Duke again. Now that the Duke obviously has a gap with him, then he will There is no need to stick it up, he is more proficient than anyone here.

Evan finished the service with sincerity. His emotional speech, extremely sincere demeanor, and his blond, blue-eyed and extremely foul appearance soothed the panic of the people of Derain and let them in the religion After a moment of tranquility, after the service was over, many townspeople came up to thank him and kissed the horns of his robes. Evan received more respect than he imagined in Deran Lier.

Duke Wilson stood at the door of the church, watching Evan smiling and talking to the townspeople. An old gentleman trembling could hardly hold the Bible in his hand, but he smiled and held his scrawny hands and spoke to him cordially.

Duke Wilson felt a little dazzling. He never seemed to be bothered by what he heard that day. He didn't condemn his actions, and he didn't explore the meaning of his actions. He was as if nothing had happened, and he still treated himself as always. , respectful and polite, but it was this kind of politeness that made Duke Wilson even more annoyed.

He turned around in frustration and left the church.

In the afternoon, Sheriff Chandler came to the church. He was very excited. He took out a calfskin bag from the pocket of his coat and said with a smile, "I'm so lucky today, I sent it to Scotland Yard for testing a few days ago. The evidence has been sent back and they have found the remains of a brooch in the ashes of John's fireplace."

Evan raised his eyebrows, a brooch? Looking at the distorted thing in front of him, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you really sure this is a brooch?"

Sheriff Chandler smiled and rubbed his hands: "You don't have to make fun of me, this is indeed a brooch, and it is a very precious brooch, which has been confirmed by Scotland Yard experts. It seems that our murderer is A woman, a woman with such a precious brooch, Mr. Reverend, you should know who it is without me telling you."

Evan looked down at the wreckage in his hand, pondered for a long time and finally said: "Although we have found this brooch, there is still no evidence to link this brooch to Mrs. Lawrence, and in terms of motives, we have no Any plausible theory."

Sheriff Chandler suddenly smiled meaningfully when he heard this sentence: "I knew you would say this, but the people at Scotland Yard have confirmed that this brooch is handcrafted by a shop in London and is unique. , there is only this one in the world, I asked someone to help me find out, it was specially customized by Mr. Lawrence, think about it, who else could this brooch customized by him be given to?"

Sheriff Chandler said it very confidently, but Evan frowned slightly when he looked at the precious brooch. He had never seen Mrs. Lawrence wear this brooch before.

"And not only that, the blow to the back of John's head was from the top right to the bottom left, and it was also identified as left-handed. You know, Mrs. Lawrence is left-handed." Sheriff Chandler looked proud: "Pastor Bruce , how is it, it's all right now, right?"

Evan hadn't seen John's wound, and it was the first time he heard about a left-handed man. After thinking about it, Mrs. Lawrence was indeed a left-handed man.

"There is no direct evidence, you still have to be careful." Evan said bitterly.

Sheriff Chandler's face was determined to win: "Pastor Bruce, even you can't refute the evidence this time. As long as she has these things, she can't escape before the judge."

This sentence awakened Evan. At this time, the court was not as strict as the rules of later generations. At this time, as long as it is circumstantial evidence, one can be sent to the gallows.

Evan frowned slightly, but Sheriff Chandler was very excited. He said excitedly, "I think I'm going to talk to the servants at Lawrence's house to find out about the relationship between Mrs. Lawrence and John."

Evan sent off Sheriff Chandler triumphantly with a complicated expression. Could it really be Mrs. Lawrence? The thin but hot-tempered middle-aged woman flashed in his mind instantly. If he said that this person could kill, he believed that Mrs. Lawrence was very impressive.

Evan walked into the church full of worry. For the first time, he was very devoutly sitting under the statue and praying with his hands folded. In the morning, he gave the residents of Deran Lille a moment of tranquility, and now he himself needs to be quiet.

Sheriff Chandler went to the Laurence couple's house with great satisfaction. At this time, it was time for the servants to prepare dinner. Mrs. Lawrence was even more indifferent to Sheriff Chandler and did not cooperate at all.

"If you need to ask anything, just go, it's just that these servants are working now, you'd better hurry up." Mrs. Lawrence looked at Sheriff Chandler mockingly, with a look of schadenfreude.

Sheriff Chandler was very annoyed that Mr. Lawrence was away today, so he could only face Mrs. Lawrence directly.

"Madam, then please forgive my offense." Sheriff Chandler was also impatient to talk to Mrs. Lawrence. He has now identified Mrs. Lawrence's guilt in his heart, so he unceremoniously called Mrs. Lawrence's maid. out.

Seeing Sheriff Chandler's rude look, Mrs. Lawrence's face turned pale, but she didn't say a word.

Mrs. Lawrence's maid, Laura, looked at Sheriff Chandler timidly, twisting the corners of her skirt with her hands.

Sheriff Chandler stared at Laura with falcon-like eyes, and said sternly: "If I ask you now, you must tell the truth. If I find out there is a lie, I will arrest you immediately. If you go to prison, you will never get out."

"First... sir," Laura said hurriedly, trembling, "I must not tell a lie, please don't arrest me, Mr. Sheriff, I won't tell a lie."

Sheriff Chandler nodded with satisfaction, such intimidation was almost commonplace to him, and he had no burden at all.

"I ask you, how is the relationship between Mrs. Lawrence and John?"

"Madam and young master?" Laura looked puzzled.

"Yes! How is their relationship?" Sheriff Chandler's eyes were burning.

"The relationship between the lady and the young master is very good, and the lady loves Master John very much." Laura said hesitantly.

Her hesitation naturally did not escape Sheriff Chandler's eyes. He immediately said, "What else do you have to hide! Tell me now!"

Laura couldn't help shaking: "I...I really don't know..." She waved her hands in a panic.

Looking at Laura like this, Sheriff Chandler's eyes lit up, and he continued to chase after him: "Laura, you'd better not lie to me, your father owes so much gambling debt, you say me How should I deal with him?"

Laura's panicked eyes immediately filled with tears: "Oh, Mr. Sheriff, please don't do this to my father, he...he..."

"Then tell me the truth!" Sheriff Chandler did not relax at all.

Laura couldn't help sobbing deeply. "Oh, I can't... I'm going to lose my job..."

Sheriff Chandler began to persuade him at this time: "Oh, good girl, you don't need to worry about this matter, only I know about this matter, and I won't tell anyone that you said it, you can rest assured."

Laura finally stopped her loud sobbing and began to cry lowly. Sheriff Chandler became impatient, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Laura, whispering: "Okay, wipe your tears. , you can leave when you're done."

Laura took the handkerchief and blew her nose so loudly that Sheriff Chandler couldn't help frowning.

"I...I saw it before" She looked at Sheriff Chandler timidly: "I saw Mrs. Lawrence quarreling with Master John, and Mrs. Lawrence beat Master John...I know this, As I said, Mr. Sheriff, please don't embarrass my father!"

Sheriff Chandler almost jumped up with excitement: "Really? When did it happen? Why?"

Laura didn't understand the sheriff's excitement, so she had to say again: "Yes... it was a few days ago, because I don't know what, but Mrs. Lawrence was very angry and said that she would cut off relations with Master John..."