2025-01-16 03:25:15Mr Richard Langley led Manchester to the security room and asked the butler to wait outside while the detective did his job. Manchester could see a glint of anxiety in the butler's eyes and he took a mental note of that. As a detective, all kinds of reactions were important to him.
With the doors closed Manchester was faced with two large monitors hanging on the walls, a desk with a keyboard and mouse, along with two chairs. He sat down and Mr. Langley did the same, watching the young detective skillfully scroll through the visual images on the screen. //Transferring security footage via wireless network// //Transfer complete // // You may select footage Vid_123 // Manchester scrolled down the screen and as soon as he spotted the videos, he clicked on it. It was a two hours long footage so he put it on fast-forward until he spotted someone in it. This footage was from a surveillance camera in the garden, and it was ten minutes to the hour of theft, it captured someone lurking behind the bushes in the garden, wearing a black hoodie. Richards's eyes widened in shock, this footage wasn't there when they checked earlier, so where had it come from and who could it be? "Do you know who this person might be sir?" Manchester asked. He couldn't quite match the figure on the screen with the servant he had met, but Mr. Richard Langley should know better. Unfortunately, the elderly man shook his head from side to side, "I don't know who this is. Do you think it might be the thief?" He said, overemphasising his British accent for a second... "I can't say," Manchester replied "I need images from another angle." // System Notifications! // //Analyzing Footage from the third surveillance camera// // Retrieving footage... complete !// // Transferring security footage via wireless network// //Transfer complete !// //You may select footage Vid_126// "Just a second let me attempt to retrieve other footage," Manchester muttered, acting like some technical wizard at work. "Got it!" He exclaimed and opened the footage, only to be left speechless by what he saw. "Emma?" Mr. Richard Langley's jaws dropped in astonishment, "Emma stole the necklace? What for?" "I cannot be so sure, sir," Manchester interjected, the footage has only told them who was lurking in the bushes but not who stole the necklace. "I'd like to bring Emma in here please." Mr. Richard Langley sprang to his feet like a servant and headed for the door, he instructed the butler to call Emma to the security room. The butler nodded and did as he was told to, and in no time Emma was standing next to Manchester, her eyes glued to the screen with her eyes wide open. "I'd like to ask you a few questions," Manchester began, "Starting with why you were lurking in the bushes?" "I...I can explain." As she tried to speak, Mr. Langley cut her off with a loud voice. "Oh, you better start explaining!"He thundered, his voice echoing off the walls, "Explain why you stole it ... "Mr. Langley please," Manchester chimed in, "Allow me to handle this." "Miss Emma, can you explain this footage because I know you were at the garden, and you claimed to have seen Atkinson there right? So what is this about?" He folded his arm after pausing the video and locked eyes with the lady. "Yes I was in the garden," Emma began, "And this was me lurking in the bushes in a hoodie, but I put on the hoodie because I was cold... "In the middle of summer? You liar!" My Langley thundered, but Manchester tried to calm him down once again, "Go on, Miss Emma." "I swear on my name, Detective that all I was doing was eavesdropping on someone's conversation, and uhm... it was Atkinson. I was listening to Atkinson's conversation with someone in the garden." "And did you know who it was and what they were saying?" Manchester asked, but Emma shook her head from side to side. "I could barely hear anything because he was whispering on the phone but that is just it. I didn't hear anything that would be useful to you sir." "Oh please, these cock and bull stories will not save you or Atki...Atkinson!" Mr. Langley started again, this time he stood up and called for the butler, asking him to bring Atkinson to the room immediately. "Emma, the problem here is that you are the only maid with access to the computer room, and all the footage from yesterday till this morning has mysteriously vanished. You keep pointing to Atkinsons but all the evidence points to you. So even if you didn't steal the necklace yourself then you had a hand in it." //+ 300 Exp // //Two potential suspects: Emma (Chief maid at the manor). Atkinson (Cheif guard at the manor)// "I can promise you, sir. I have nothing to do with it." Just then, Atkinson entered the room, he knew by the look on their faces that a bombshell had been dropped, but what was it? "You sent for me?" He said. "Yes, Mr. Atkinsons. I have a question and I don't want to start beating around the Bush. Just answer me yes or no." Atkinson nodded his head in agreement so Manchester proceeded. "Did you make a call at the garden around the time the necklace went missing?" "Yes." "With whom?" The room was thrown into silence as Atkinson just stared at Manchester without saying a word. "With who!" Mr. Langley thundered, "Didn't you hear the question? Answer him!" "With a friend," Atkinson answered briskly, "It has nothing to do with the stolen necklace I swear, it was just a random conversation. " "A conversation that was so interesting, that Emma had to hide in the bushes to listen?" At Manchester's words, Atkinson and Emma cast nervous glances at each other. "I don't believe the both of you," Manchester stood up briskly, his voice dripped with disdain. "And I have enough evidence to arrest the both of you as potential suspects, we will settle the rest at the station." "Please sir, " Emma fell to her knees in front of Mr Richard Langley, "I promise that I have nothing to do with the theft, please. Okay if you want to know what I overheard him saying on the phone I will tell you, but please do not arrest me I beg you." "What did you hear?" Manchester asked, his voice was firm and he showed no sign of empathy towards the pleading maid, "Tell me everything you heard."
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"I still don't believe you," Manchester's voice echoed off the walls after listening to Emma's seemingly made-up explanation."This is all nonsense especially after you said that you didn't hear anything and now you are saying that Atkinson was speaking with someone about a business deal ... we will settle all this at the station.//Do you wish to arrest the suspects?//"Yes."// Sending in the team //Within a minute, a knock was heard on the door and Manchester opened it to let the team of three cops into the room, and he pointed the suspects out to them. Emma continued to beg, and swear that she was saying the truth while Atkinson willingly offered himself to be taken away."Don't worry Mr. Langley I will get to the bottom of this before the end of the day..."Please do," Mr. Richard Langley uttered before Manchester could finish speaking,"In the meantime, I'd search for something similar in case I don't find it today." "Very well," Manchester nodded before walking out of the roo
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"When I was in the garden, I caught her listening to my conversation, and I had no choice but to tell her the truth. However, she was scared of getting into trouble too and wanted to tell Mr Langley. So... I threatened her... or rather I blackmailed her with something I'd rather not talk about if that's okay with you sir."Manchester shrugged, he couldn't care less about the blackmail."This is what I am going to do." He said,"You will remain detained until we find the necklace, since we have your phone coupled with what you just told me, this case would be easier to solve. If what you have just said is the truth, then the necklace must be in the manor somewhere."Manchester was about to leave the room when he remembered something and turned to ask him,"Is there anyone in the manor that you suspect? Someone that holds something against you enough to want to get you fired."Atkinson thought about this question for a while, but he shook his head when he couldn't think of anyone. "I
I-Mode: Becoming A Famous Detective With A System 10. I- am sorry sir
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Now alone in the living room with the detective, Mr. Langley took a deep breath and stared at the young man in the eyes. "Is it true?" He asked, gesturing for Manchester to sit on the couch opposite him. "She left without a reason?" "Oh, that!" Manchester let out a faint smile. This isn't a subject he'd love to discuss with anyone, and the only reason he mentioned it in the first place was to prove to the butler that he could relate to the hurt he felt on the inside. "I'd rather not bother you with it, sir," He added before taking his seat and stapling both fingers together, "And your son?" Asked Mr. Langley, "Where is he?" Now, Manchester doesn't mind the show of concern, but he wishes that Langley would read his body language and end this conversation or at least change the subject. "I left him at the daycare," he lied "I'll pick him up on my way home." Mr. Langley soon noticed that Manchester had no interest in proceeding with this conversation, and he understood. It was
I-Mode: Becoming A Famous Detective With A System 12. I-need an overview of the area
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I-Mode: Becoming A Famous Detective With A System 13. I- might have use for Mr. Langley's party afterall
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I-Mode: Becoming A Famous Detective With A System 14. I- will have the wine instead
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The party stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, and Manchester just couldn't wait for it to come to an end. He stole a glance at his wife now and then, but Mel didn't seem to do the same or notice him. It hurts so much how she appears to have forgotten about him entirely to the point that she acts uninterested even in his presence. Or was he overthinking the situation? Three hours passed and it was 8:45, the celebrations were officially over, but as expected, not everyone would leave immediately. A number of them wanted to see Langley and congratulate his wife, while others just sat back to enjoy a few drinks before leaving. The whole time, Manchester had been tracking his wife and Aiden Lamar's movement simultaneously, it was a difficult task but he was up for it. As soon as he got a chance, seeing that Aiden Lamar was less crowded by people, he approached the elderly man with a humble and polite greeting. "Good evening, sir." He stretched forth his hand with a war
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65. I- think you love this baby more than I do
As Manchester stood before the lady who was now back home, his heart was crushed as he watched the tears drop from her eyes. In as much as he wanted her to get some answers on her husband's whereabouts, he didn't expect it to be a picture of their burnt car with a statement confirming that he died in flames. "I am so sorry," he muttered because it was the only thing he could say. Certainly, nothing can console a woman who learns that she lost her husband to this kind of accident three months later. Both her kids stood next to her, their hands on their mother's shoulder while they stared at the pictures in her hand. Tears clouded their eyes, and they trickled down their chins at intervals. "He shouldn't have left," she said, "He should have just stayed at home; he would be alive today, wouldn't he?" While the family grieved, Manchester excused himself and returned to his car, parked in front of their apartment. He sighed heavily after taking a seat behind the steering wheel.
64. I- found the subject's car
The entire crew, consisting of over thirty policemen in cars and motorcycles, went in search of the car that Manchester had shown them. They followed the alternative route, which they assumed the restaurant's owner had taken, and a search along that area is nearly similar to searching for a needle in a haystack. Both sides of the road were covered in thick forest, stretching a few hundred kilometres. Upward on the left, which mostly consisted of rocks, and downwards on the right. It'll take a twenty-minute drive through this lonely path before getting to the highway, which is why most people avoid it. Usually, the road is closed down for most of the year due to how lonely it is but it reopened from November to February when it gets a lot busier. Another reason it was closed down was because of numerous reports of car theft and robbery along the path, which is not a surprise. "It has been over two hours," Manchester sighed heavily, "No signs of his car anywhere yet; we've drive
63. I- promised his wife an answer
"So tell me, where did he say he was going?" Asked Manchester; he couldn't care less whether she put her hopes on him, after all, he couldn't be one hundred per cent sure that he could solve the case. "To the restaurant, towards the evening," she replied, "He said he wanted to see how it was doing and check on the kitchen wares that needed to be fixed. I remembered the manager called to tell him that one of the cookers was faulty, so he was going to check that out." "Alright," Manchester nodded and noted that down, "And did he call anyone else before leaving?" "I'm not sure," she replied, "If he was going to call anyone at all, he'd call our repair man to come and take a look at the cooker and get it fixed, but he certainly didn't make that call at home, maybe he did it on his way, I don't know." "Hmm," Manchester muttered and took another note, "How long is the drive from your home to the restaurant ." "Ten minutes, it can be shorter, because we live really close to
62. I- am willing to give you answers
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61. I- am the one you want
"Hello, who is this?" Mel asked; her tone was soft and welcoming. She laid back on the bed, wrapped in thick duvet, after giving up her plans of going to the mall. "You can't tell from my voice, Mel, can you?" asked the voice from the other side of the phone. Mel raised a brow, sat up and put the phone on speaker. "If I could tell who you were from your voice then I wouldn't be asking." "I'll make this introduction very short, Mel; this is Cain, Cain Hycinth; remember me now?" Mel's jaws dropped in shock, her eyes glued to the phone screen as if she had seen a ghost. Just a few days ago, Manchester had called her concerning this man, and now she is receiving a call from Cain himself; what does he want? "What do you want?" She cut straight to the point, "I don't even want to know how you got my number; just tell me what the hell you want. Let's end this call as soon as possible. I'm pretty sure that you have succeeded in taking Nelson away from Manchester and you want to rob it
60. I- bought you that time
The courtroom was thick with silence, the kind of silence that weighed in Manchester's chest like a damped wood. His heart raced with every passing second as they all waited for the judge to come in. Once she was in, Manchester was directed to the defendant's table; he took a deep breath and held tightly onto its frame while tapping his foot on the floor at intervals. Across the room, Cain sat with a smug, his arms were folded as he anticipated the result. The judge leaned forward, her expression unreadable as always. She adjusted her spectacles, and after the introduction was made by the bailiff, she read from the paper on her desk. "After a thorough examination of Paternity test conducted by an independent laboratory, and in consideration of testimonies and submitted documentation, the court finds that the child in question, Nelson Wilfred Duke, is not the biological son of Mr Manchester Duke." These words hit Manchester on the chest like an atomic bomb, he felt the explosion in
59. I- swear I'm not trying to buy you with money
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58. I- will be Mr. Mel Brettel
While driving away from Valerie's apartment, Manchester noticed that another car drove in and parked just at the same spot where his car had been. Out of curiosity, he decided to linger a little to see who it was. However, he failed to realise that he was in the middle of the road, even though it wasn't a highway. He kept an eye on the car until a figure emerged from the driver's seat, a man. Before he could begin to ponder who this figure was, a car honked very loudly behind him, causing Manchester's body to jerk involuntarily. "Damm that's too loud." He muttered, before gently releasing the break and moving out of the way. He would have loved to stay a little bit longer to get a glimpse of the person's face, but he remembered his appointment and just drove off. "It might just be someone coming to find out why she moved from her parent's place." He thought. ****** Earlier, in another apartment twenty minutes drive away from Valerie's home, a young lady stood at the door, block
57. I- might pick him up at night
"Here goes nothing," Manchester muttered as he proceeded to press the doorbell after standing at the door for nearly five minutes. There was no reason to be nervous, but Manchester was, and that was why it took him five minutes to press the doorbell that was right in front of him. "Just a second!" Valerie's voice answered from inside. While waiting for her, Manchester took a deep breath; he really hoped that she hadn't moved out of her parent's house just because of Nelson because that would surely make him feel terrible. He just had to wait to confirm from her first before jumping to a conclusion. "Good morning!" Valerie greeted with a warm smile as she opened the door to let Manchester in. She was still dressed in pyjamas, and her hair was still a mess, but she had a cup of brewing hot tea in her right hand. "Classic," Manchester thought. "Uhm, you live here...now? I thought I was coming to pick you up and take you home before leaving Nelson with you." Manchester posed his qu
