Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 232

"Mr. Frank..." Frank shook his head when he heard someone calling his name, and returned his attention to the hot tea in his hand. The female police officer on the other bar chair sighed and put the pen in his hand away. lay down.

"I didn't kill," Frank muttered. Whether the answer was for the Riddle Villa murder or the Hanged Hotel murder, he didn't kill.

The female police officer stared at Frank for a while, "Sir, we will contact the professional team of the London Police Service to conduct a mental assessment for you," she took a deep breath, as if she wanted to quickly skip what she had just said, "Okay. Well, let's go next..."

"Wait! Mental assessment?" Frank was a little annoyed, his thick eyebrows furrowed and looked even more fierce. "Why don't you understand! I'm in a normal spirit! No drunk! No other problems!" The cup of tea was banging on the table, "Even if I've been on the battlefield and killed people, I'm still very awake now!"

"Hey! Calm down! Mr. Frank!" The policewoman reached out to touch the gun in the holster. She felt a little regretful. She should have controlled the person with handcuffs as soon as she arrived. The trio of snack melon people, waved their hands covertly and tried to let them go out first.

Ron didn't understand the meaning at all, and he waved back happily, muttering to Harry, "That beautiful lady is waving to me! She's so warm!"

Frank suddenly realized that there are children here, and it is not suitable for losing his temper. He has always been a kind old man, so he calmed down, 'hum', "Pick up your pen, officer, I won't do anything , like I said, I'm innocent," he paused for a second, "no matter how many times I say it."

The policewoman relaxed a little, but didn't take her hand away from the gun. "Mr. Frank, I'm glad you calmed down." She didn't want to provoke Frank, but she had to keep talking with Frank to get more information. "I'm also willing to believe. You're innocent, but your testimony is a bit...well...fantastic, maybe you've brought things from your fantasy world to reality?"

Speaking of this Frank wanted to get angry again, he just clenched his fists, but quickly relaxed, "Fantasy... You also said the same decades ago, the Riddle family, the death of a family of three..."

"Er...Mr. Frank," the policewoman flipped through some information, she pointed to one place, "Speaking of this, when the massacre happened in 1943, you said that you got up in the middle of the night to drink water, and then saw a sixteen or seventeen through the window. A young boy with black hair who looks like Mr. Tom Riddle, who you suspect is Tom's killer..."

Frank raised his eyebrows, "I still think so."

The policewoman stared at him for a moment, then sighed, "You think he might be Mr. Riddle's child, coming back for revenge..."

"Yes."

"Mr. Frank," the policewoman raised her head to look at the scar on Frank's face and crossed her hands, "I just came here to work not long ago, but I also investigated many documents kept by the small town police station. According to the records in the documents, the police station investigated Mr. Riddle did eloped with a certain woman named Merope, and if they had a child at the time, the child would have been sixteen or seventeen at the time of the crime."

"But about Ms. Merope, we don't know anything about her except her name. Maybe she was smuggled or trafficked here," the policewoman continued. "The Riddle Villa tragedy caused a lot of trouble at the time Because of your testimony, the Metropolitan Police sent an investigation team to assist in the investigation, and they found some clues in an orphanage in London, the Wu's Orphanage."

Frank touched the beer mug, "Yeah, Wu's Orphanage... Mrs. Martha... She said that there was indeed a child named Tom Marvolo Riddle in the orphanage before, and his mother named him..."

"Part of your guess may be right, Mr. Frank, old Tom has children," the policewoman shook her head, "but he can't be the murderer, you should know that."

"According to Miss Martha, little Tom died in an orphanage during the Christmas holiday of 1942 from a serious illness, and she remembers it very well because she handled little Tom's body that day and she cried all night. , though little Tom was an unlikable child."

Frank closed his eyes and listened to the voice of the policewoman starting to write and draw in the notebook, and the policewoman continued, "Mrs. Martha said that little Tom went to a boarding school and may have been severely abused because of his orphan status. Otherwise, it is impossible to suffer from such a serious disease, in order to prevent infection, they have to cremate the body."

"I know!" Frank held his head, "I also know he can't kill! But I really saw it! Maybe I saw his twin brother? There are often such plots in books..."

"I'm glad you didn't say anything about ghost revenge," the policewoman wrote down this in her notebook. "But maybe you have to think about it if you're wrong."

"I..." Frank looked miserable, a stubborn old man who trusted his instincts because it had saved his life on the battlefield.

"Okay, Mr. Frank, there are no fantasy stories," the policewoman frowned. "Let's go back to this case."

She changed her sitting position and relaxed a little, because she saw her colleague coming down the stairs, she made a look at her colleague, and then focused her eyes on Frank, "I hope you can stay awake and answer my question. "

She held up the notebook in her hand, "I asked you just now if you saw any suspicious people near the hotel, and you told me that you met a beautiful girl with glowing white skin and fangs... uh... blond hair on the way. , she asked you the location of the chicken farm in the town, speaking in an authentic London accent?"

Anna frowned. After listening for so long, she finally heard something interesting. She suddenly thought of something. She took out the tarot card that Ron got from Ms. Mitty, tsk, isn't it?

There are a lot of side quests now, to figure out why the vampire is in Little Hangleton? What does she want to do? Who is the murderer of the Hanged Ghost Hotel case? Who is Ms. Mitty who took out the tarot cards? And where is the lovely Nagini now? oh! I almost forgot, there is also Linna's psychic battle champion, but the murders have happened, and the recording of the show should also be delayed.

"Yes, I did say that, ma'am," Frank nodded.

"White skin and fangs, you're implying that the girl you met is a vampire, Mr. Frank."

"No, I don't think there are vampires..." Frank waved his hand, then touched his nose. "Er... maybe that girl dressed up like a vampire?"

' Dressed like a vampire,' it feels a little ridiculous for the policewoman to record in the book, "Well, sir, if you insist, then the next question, why are you sneaking peeping from the window outside the hotel ?"

"Peeping!?" Frank exclaimed, making everyone watching him shudder. "I never peep! I'm just watching if the boss, Dot, is at the bar. He doesn't like me coming here..." Frank is a little lost here, but it quickly turns into a deadpan look~www.mtlnovel.com~He doesn't like you? "Look, the possibility of Frank murdering has increased again, and the policewoman nodded, "Then why are you here?" "

"I have a problem with my leg, it hurts especially when it rains!" Frank pointed to his leg, "I made an appointment with the clinic doctor, but when I got to the clinic I found out that Dr. Burns wasn't there, he left a note asking me to come. Find him at the Hanged Ghost Hotel."

"Where's that note?" The policewoman stared at Frank.

"There was something sticky on it that looked like Dr. Burns' old phlegm. It looked disgusting, and I threw it in the trash."

The policewoman was silent for a while, "Little Hangleton is rarely monitored, and we have almost no way of determining whether you have been to a community hospital... Have you met anyone you know on the road?" The policewoman emphasized 'other The word ' means to let him skip the 'vampire girl' mentioned earlier.

"It's been raining all the way here! Except for that... uh, weird girl, I haven't met anyone else!"

The policewoman closed the book, "Then I'm sorry, Mr. Frank, you are still very suspicious."

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