The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 184 The Murderer Has Been Found

When they arrived at the scene, it was already packed with people.

Perhaps because they had seen it many times before, the residents were no longer as afraid as before, and began to peek into the small building.

The deceased was in a small room on the second floor, and could not be seen from the first floor.

In the nearby small buildings, a few people on the second floor were curiously looking at this second floor, and they would quickly share what they saw with their companions.

Andrea did not expel them; she needed these people to enhance her prestige.

Pushing through the crowd, several armed men with guns in hand and solemn expressions nodded to Andrea.

"Andrea, you've come."

"These deaths were all very 'simple'; there was no autopsy or any performance art involved."

A man came forward and led Andrea into the small building, explaining the situation to her as he did so.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a strong smell of blood rushed into the room.

The curtains were drawn, and the dimly lit room was illuminated by only one ray of light.

The body lay on the carpet with huge, horrific wounds on its neck and face, wounds that could not have been caused by an ordinary weapon.

The man said, "This injury is quite unique. I deduce that it was caused by a weapon such as a scythe or a recurve knife. Such weapons are relatively rare. We can investigate along this route."

Andrea raised an eyebrow. This person was quite capable, managing to identify it as a scythe or similar weapon immediately. She said, "Alright, I'll send someone to investigate."

The man continued, "In the previous cases, the other party didn't leave much evidence, or rather, there was too much evidence, making it almost impossible to identify the perpetrator."

"But this time is different."

The man's eyes lit up as he spoke, and he grinned.

Andrea had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, and feigning surprise, she asked, "Oh, what's different?"

The man picked up a plastic bag from the side; inside the bag was a button.

The buttons have a unique design, like a custom-made gift, rather than something sold in a regular store.

This highly unique button can greatly narrow down the range of suspects, and with a bit of luck, it can even lead directly to the criminal.

The man spoke with great confidence.

Andrea nodded and praised her repeatedly: "You did a good job. You were able to find crucial evidence. Once we catch the suspect, I will report your contribution to the governor."

"I believe the governor will not treat his loyal subordinates harshly."

Andrea's words made the man's mind wander. His eyes glazed over for a moment, clearly imagining what kind of gift he might receive.

"Alright, I'll have others investigate now."

The man realized what was happening, thanked her profusely, and followed Andrea out of the building.

Afterwards, Andrea immediately gathered armed men and ordered them to search for the buttons and question the residents.

In particular, each house must be searched to see if the same buttons or weapons can be found, and the houses of armed personnel must also be searched without exception.

Recently, Andrea has been issuing orders to the armed personnel on behalf of the governor, and regardless of whether they have any complaints about her, they will not stand up against her orders.

That would be direct defiance of the governor, and could very well result in being hung up.

Andrea watched them disperse and nodded in satisfaction.

She didn't care whether these people would obey her orders in the future; they would surely abandon her at the governor's command. Andrea only cared whether they could carry out her orders at this moment.

Moreover, these people's lives are already on the verge of ending, so there's no need to care about the attitude of those who are about to die.

Amid the angry shouts of the residents, the armed men quickly finished their search. They stood before Andrea with grim faces and clenched fists.

There was a person lying on the ground next to them, blindfolded and bound all over.

One of the armed men stepped forward; he seemed to have a good relationship with the man on the ground and said indignantly, "Mike definitely has nothing to do with this; he's absolutely not the killer."

Not only did he firmly believe this, but others also silently stepped forward, seemingly standing up for their brother.

Andrea, head down, was writing something on a document. She glanced up at them casually, then went back to her work. "Is there any evidence?"

A single, seemingly casual remark weighed heavily on them all.

Yes, what evidence is there?

Some of them knew about the button; Mike did like wearing clothes with that button in them, but the last time they asked, Mike said it was gone.

These buttons, which I cherish so much, are gone.

Not only was it missing, but the sickle used as the murder weapon was also found in his house, with bloodstains still on it.

Moreover, this person has no alibi; in previous murders, he could not find anyone to testify for him.

These little doubts settled in their minds, and a thought inevitably arose: Could it really be him?

"It wasn't me. I didn't do anything. I was drunk last night and just slept in my room."

He was bound like a large bow, his hands and feet tied together, his posture awkward and his body uncomfortable, and he screamed hysterically.

Unfortunately, his shouts were destined to fail to move Andrea.

After all, only the person who wronged you knows how wronged you are.

Andrea didn't even look up this time. "Can anyone prove you were sleeping at home? Did anyone see you sleeping at home?"

The man who was tied up became even more distraught, spitting as he shouted, "Who do I need to prove I'm sleeping?"

"I really didn't kill anyone, you have to believe me."

The man shouted with all his might, his face turning red and his neck thick, but he kept repeating the same few sentences: "I'm innocent! I really didn't kill anyone!"

Of course, simply shouting won't provide enough evidence to prove one's innocence.

His cries echoed in the room. No one defended him anymore, nor did they ask him anything further.

After Andrea finished what she was doing, she stood up and pointed to the man on the ground. "Lift him up. We'll go see the governor and let him decide."

She solved the murder case that had plagued Woodbury for so long, but in the end, it was the governor who had to close the case.

Andrea goes to the scene of every murder and participates in the entire arrest and investigation. The residents know that she promises to catch the murderer.

Once the case is closed, Andrea will gain a lot of prestige, second only to the governor.

As Andrea made her way to Milton's laboratory, she quickened her pace, trying to suppress the upturn of her lips.

But the pace still seemed much faster than usual.

Soon, they arrived at Milton's laboratory.

Andrea told them to wait outside and then knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

It was the governor's voice.

Andrea pushed open the door and entered, her face devoid of any joy, instead appearing solemn and sorrowful.

"Governor, we've found the murderer."