Edinburgh Docks is one of Scotland's largest ports and the lifeblood of Scotland's external trade.
During the worst days of cholera in the first half of the year, the docks were closed for several months, causing significant damage to Scotland.
Fortunately, Arthur's timely appearance suppressed the epidemic and allowed the place to resume normal operations.
When the three of them arrived at the dock, the workers had not yet come to work. They found the packaging foreman here.
This is a very strong man, with dark and rough skin, his face is covered with flesh thorns, and a scar that runs through the entire left eye makes him look very vicious.
Jabi unconsciously distanced himself from this strong man, but Sher was not nervous at all. Facing the people at the bottom, he had the natural power brought to him by his superiors and his profession.
"May I have your name?"
"Chandler, my name is Chandler Neal, police officer."
The foreman's voice was far less rough than his appearance. Instead, it sounded a bit like a duck's quack, which was harsh and unpleasant to listen to.
Sher frowned and continued to ask: "Do you know Navy Ford? And what's going on with your throat?"
"Because my job requires me to use my voice to remind those lazy workers, that's why it's like this. As for the person you're talking about, I don't think I know it, sir."
Chandler answered seriously and acted like an honest man, but Arthur knew that if the three of them were just workers, he would probably show his most vicious side.
Sher has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. When everyone sees him, they will pretend to be a good and harmless person.
"It's the one who hanged himself a few days ago. Haven't you heard of it?"
Sher has gradually become a little impatient.
Chandler seemed to suddenly realize at this moment, "I remember, it turns out you were talking about poor Na Wei. Did you ask him what happened?"
"I want to know who are his friends here?"
"Police sir, there are hundreds of workers here, and I don't know him very well."
What Chandler said made sense, and Sher couldn't help but feel disappointed.
He looked at Arthur and asked, "Are we still going to his house?"
Arthur waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's still early, why don't we wait a little longer."
Sher didn't think they could easily find the friend of the deceased Nawe Ford among the hundreds of workers.
At this time, Arthur actually turned around and started chatting with Chandler again.
"Have you ever boxed?"
"No, sir. Why do you ask?"
Arthur didn't answer, just smiled and nodded.
Scheer on the side couldn't help but curled his lips. It was just as he imagined. Arthur was just talking nonsense before.
Arthur didn't seem to see Sher's contemptuous eyes, but continued to ask Chandler: "What's the matter with the scar on your face? It seems like it only lasted a few months."
Chandler stroked the scar on his face, and the corner of his eye twitched unconsciously, "You are right, sir. This is when I went home two months ago, I was hit by a broken bottle after falling because I was drunk. For scratches."
"Then why didn't you see a doctor? You must know that without disinfection, you are likely to get infected."
Arthur looked very concerned.
Sher and Jabi listened impatiently.
"Sir, you mean infection, like cholera?"
At this moment, Chandler's expression looked like the sky was falling.
Arthur waved his hand hurriedly, "Don't get excited Chandler, it's not that serious, it will just leave scars on your face that can never be removed."
"Oh! Sir, you scare me to death. As long as it's not cholera, the scar is nothing. And I believe you can see that I don't point at it to eat."
Arthur smiled, and calmly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and took one out and handed it to Chandler, then took one himself and touched his pocket again.
"I forgot to bring my fire. Do you have any?"
Arthur asked Chandler.
When Jabi heard that he wanted to get angry, he quickly put his hand into his pocket, but was stopped by Arthur.
"I believe Chandler has fire, I can just use his."
When Chandler saw that Arthur not only cared about the injuries on his face, but also gave him a very expensive cigarette, he already regarded Arthur as a good person.
"Yes sir, I have it."
As Chandler spoke, he took out a box of matches from his pocket.
"Sir, how did you know I had matches?"
Arthur smiled slightly, "I saw that your index finger and middle finger are yellow. You are obviously a frequent smoker, so I guess you must have matches, right?"
"Sir, you are so smart. Let me light the fire for you."
With that said, Chandler struck the match.
Arthur's eyes lit up, and after taking a deep breath, he blew out a big smoke ring.
"Chandler Neal, you're left-handed, right?"
Chandler nodded in surprise and admitted: "I am indeed left-handed. You are really awesome. You can see it all."
Schell was already impatient with the small talk between the two, but when he heard Chandler admit that he was left-handed and looked at his burly body, he suddenly came to his senses.
He walked directly in front of Chandler, glared fiercely, and asked, "You killed Navy Ford, right?"
Arthur also didn't expect Sher to be so impulsive, which completely disrupted his plan.
At this moment, I saw Chandler, his face full of grievance and pretending to be cowardly.
"Police officer, I am a good person and have never done anything illegal. Please believe me."
Seeing his sincere expression, Sher couldn't help but feel a little shaken in her heart.
"No, you are the murderer because you just told a lie."
At this moment, Arthur stood up and identified him mercilessly.
Chandler also didn't expect that the person who was very kind to him just now would suddenly say that he was the murderer.
After being stunned, he immediately argued: "Sir, I swear, I have never lied to you."
"You swear?" Arthur immediately turned cold and pointed at the scar on Chandler's face and said, "It's impossible for you to have been injured here, and I'm also sure that it was chopped with a knife. It's hurt. Then let me guess again, you probably owe someone a lot of money."
Chandler looked at Arthur in horror, "Have you already investigated me?"
"of course."
Seeing that he had guessed correctly, Arthur continued to speculate: "The dock was closed for several months due to the epidemic, and you had no source of income. So when you had no money to repay the debt, you were stabbed by the creditor. ."
Chandler lowered his head in despair, as if giving up the struggle.
"Everything you said is right. I owed a huge sum of money because of gambling. I just lied to you for the sake of reputation, but I really didn't kill anyone!"
"No, you killed William Ford because you found out that he had cholera and were afraid that the port would be closed again and cut off the source of income, so you killed him with your own hands. Sheriff Scheer, if you had brought a gun, I think it’s best to get it out now.”
Facing the fierce Chandler, Sher took out his revolver with great care.
At this moment, Chandler's face was cloudy and clear, changing unpredictable, which suddenly reminded Arthur of what he saw in that room three days ago when he was hiding from the white horse demon.
The owner of the house at that time had a face covered with spikes for a while, and then changed back to the original state. Although the soul state was very different from the real appearance, thinking about it now, it was really possible that he was the same person.
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Chandler finally gave up the courage to resist. He just covered his head, knelt on the ground in pain and shouted: "It's not my fault. I have already told him that if you have cholera, you can't be here." Working on the dock. But he didn't listen and said he wanted to report me for stealing goods. I had no choice but to kill him."
Chandler had become a little hysterical at this moment, but he also told all the truth.
