The Man of Great Talents

Obviously, this was one of the areas under investigation.

Lott's identity was a huge problem. He had learned all this through the search box. He had a way to deal with it.

First, Lott collected the things in the house. Then, he burned everything on paper, erasing all traces of the Chicago Corporation.

The house was restored to its original appearance.

After doing all this, Lott got himself a bottle of beer. Alcohol could reduce his mental stress.

This was within the scope of the system.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

Knocks sounded on Lott's door. Before this, he already knew who it was.

Lott gulped down the cold beer in his hand.

He did not immediately respond to the other party. Instead, Lott did things according to his own rhythm.

This was a prelude to entering a state. Lott wanted to act as usual. He had to do what he would normally do.

After doing all this, Lott walked to the door and opened a crack.

"Who are you?"

Lott looked at the two people standing at the door. They were wearing police uniforms. One was an ordinary-looking policewoman and the other was a senior police officer in his forties.

Seeing the target of this trip, the two looked at each other and decided to let the policewoman communicate.

After all, women had a certain advantage in communication.

"Mr. Lott, we suspect that you're related to a case. Please cooperate with our investigation."

The young female detective unfolded her ID card and said meticulously. Her voice was loud and had a certain sense of oppression.

It was a very normal investigation.

The two of them were staring at Lott at this moment, observing his reaction.

If it was someone with a poor psychological quality or someone with a guilty conscience, when faced with the oppression of the two of them, they would immediately show a guilty reaction.

"Case? What case?"

Lott's expression was the same as usual, only his brows were slightly furrowed as if he did not know what the other party was talking about.

Seeing this, the two of them said, "The eldest daughter of the Chicago Corporation, Ica, met an accident today. Do you know about this?"

The middle-aged police officer asked. His eyes looked straight at the other party. He wanted to see that something was wrong with Lott's expression.

However, they were disappointed.

Lott did not avoid the officer's eyes. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged police officer with some joy.

"Ica, that b*tch, met with an accident? To think that this b*tch would have such a day, hahahaha!"

Lott paused slightly, his eyes revealing surprise.

"If it's because of this matter, I'm willing to cooperate with you.

"Tell me, did that b*tch get stabbed? To be honest, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

Lott continued.

Lott released the anger he had accumulated over the years through his performance.

The middle-aged police officer was obviously stunned. This was not the reaction he had expected at all.

They looked into Lott's eyes, their muscles changing.

As long as Lott showed a hint of guilt and concealment, they wanted to pry something out of him.

However, when they saw how calm Lott was, they thought to themselves, this was bad.

There was nothing they could get out of this kind of reaction at all.

Lott was the focus of attention on the list. They had to take him back first.

The professional interrogation team of the Criminal Investigation Division was still waiting for Lott.

Under the observation of the two detectives, Lott slowly walked out of the rental house and closed the door.

He smiled at the surrounding police officers.

"What's the situation with that b*tch? Can you tell me about it?"

They walked in the dark corridor.

The female police officer was a little impatient.

"Mind your own business first before you mind others."

She was in a bad mood now.

"Carly! Shut up!"

The middle-aged detective yelled at him in the dark corridor.

Everyone here was in a bad mood. Plus, they had to work overtime late at night. The agitation in their hearts became even stronger.

At this moment, Lott suddenly stopped in his tracks. A few detectives beside him quivered and looked at him vigilantly.

"Aiya!

"My door isn't locked. Why don't the two of you go back with me and lock the door?"

Lott asked.

The middle-aged police officer rubbed his head.

"Carly, go with him."

The middle-aged police officer had no way to deal with the other party now. This was not going according to the usual pattern.

"Yes..."

Carly's voice began to sound tired.

After all, everyone would be tired from high-intense work. However, Carly had no choice but to obey her superior's orders.

Carly brought Lott back to the rental house.

Lott took out his keys and locked the door.

He asked nonchalantly.

"What's the matter this time? It seems like a huge case."

Lott had specially come back to separate the two detectives to reduce the vigilance of the other party.

"I don't know why the Chicago Corporation went crazy. It was supposed to be an accident, but they had to torture us like this.

"It's so annoying."

Carly, the policewoman, answered absent-mindedly.

'Are you already suspecting me?'

Lott thought and smiled.

"You guys have worked hard. I'll definitely cooperate with you."

Lott tried to make himself as harmless as possible. After all, the police felt that this incident was an accident.

That meant that there was no concrete evidence that could point to him. All that was left was a game of psychology and acting.

Lott confidently followed Carly out of the stairwell.

The police car with its lights on had been parked here. Lott opened the door and went inside. He greeted the other officer.

Every officer was analyzing Lott's character and behavior. These reports would be sent to the Criminal Investigation Bureau for further investigation.

Along the way, Lott kept asking questions, trying to get more information.

At first, Carly wanted to talk to him. However, with the reminder of the middle-aged officer, several officers also kept silent.

With just a question, Lott had turned the tables.

As for Lott, they all chose to keep their mouths shut.

The middle-aged detective kept looking at Lott through the rearview mirror. When he looked up, he saw the smiling young man.

The middle-aged detective's body suddenly trembled for no reason. A strange feeling arose in his heart. He had not felt this kind of feeling for a long time.

As a senior detective, the last time he felt this kind of feeling was at an FBI conference.

There was a young man who could find the person he was looking for in a few seconds from a surveillance footage.

They were all geniuses of extraordinary talent. Such a person would either work for the government or become a guest of a large corporation.

However, a small number of people would constantly look for excitement and leave their mark on the world.

Lott was most likely such a person!