"I don't understand what you're talking about." Sam appeared very calm in the face of Zuo Yan's questioning.

After all... this was a "planned crime," and Sam wouldn't have taken action without thinking of some countermeasures.

His composure now was the result of prior preparation.

"Oh..." Zuo Yan responded. "Then let me say it, and you listen." He paused, then continued, "As you said, if you had hired someone to kill John because 'John stole the inheritance that should have been yours,' you would never have waited this long... Admittedly, it would have been inappropriate to act right after the verdict was handed down, but in the one or two years after that... in your angriest and most down-and-out times, you still refrained from acting, which shows that... 'being robbed of the inheritance' was not enough to make you take the risk. Even though you knew that John was behind it, you didn't cross the line of the law... Because, in the end... you are different from your brother; you are a good person."

"Ha!" John let out a dry laugh to show his disdain for these remarks.

Zuo Yan ignored him and continued to speak to Sam, "This is actually quite ironic. Two brothers who grew up in the same environment and received a good education... The one who seems promising in the eyes of outsiders abandons the law in order to maintain his image, but the one who only seems to eat, drink, and be merry in the eyes of outsiders still sticks to a bottom line."

Speaking of which, he looked at Sam with a slightly regretful expression, and then said, "Even though John harmed you and you hate him, out of respect for the law, and perhaps also out of consideration for blood ties... you ultimately abandoned the idea of extrajudicial revenge.

"In the end, you decided to abandon your past life, live like an ordinary person by supporting yourself, and were determined to never have anything to do with the name John Herbert again...

"However, just when you thought you had turned the page on your life regarding your family, fate played a very interesting joke on you..."

As he spoke, Zuo Yan took out his phone, performed a few simple operations, and then turned the screen toward Sam.

At this moment, his phone screen showed a photo; it was a photo of a man, an ordinary-looking Caucasian man in his forties.

Everyone present could recognize that the man in the photo was the victim in this case.

"Pat Miller, thirty-nine years old this year, unemployed." Two seconds later, Zuo Yan continued, "Although he is currently unemployed... many years ago, he was also a senior white-collar worker, and the company he worked for at that time was..." He looked at John, "...John Herbert Investment Co., Ltd."

The company that Zuo Yan mentioned was the one that John had set up himself when he was young; today, this company still exists, but it has become one of the many shell companies under the Herbert Group.

Generally speaking, large enterprises will play this kind of trick, they will register n different small companies in n countries... These shell companies have no office space, no substantive affairs, and no employees working, but every month they will arrange accountants to report accounts to maintain their existence. When the time comes, large enterprises can use these small companies to digest various transactions and projects in the "gray area", first, to "avoid taxes (the main purpose)", and second... in case they have to sue for a certain project for some reason in the future, these "shells" can also serve as shields for the parent company.

"John Herbert Investment Co., Ltd." is such an existence.

Once, it also carried John's dreams, but now, it is an existence that has lost its value, like an outdated trademark.

"Mr. Zuo Yan, let me interrupt..." After thinking for two seconds, John suddenly spoke, saying to Zuo Yan, "There is something I think it's better to declare now... That's right, I know this deceased, but I didn't recognize him when the incident happened... In fact, I didn't even see his face at the time, because he appeared from behind me and suddenly attacked me; moreover, I haven't seen him for a long time... Even after his death, I didn't recognize who he was at first, I just thought he looked familiar. It wasn't until shortly before Chief Doster arrived that I remembered that this person was an employee under me many years ago."

"Saying 'employee under me'... isn't that a bit too distant?" Zuo Yan replied, "He was your personal assistant for a full two years."

Hearing this, John's expression changed obviously, and he thought to himself: "This kid... has actually investigated this far..."

"Are you thinking right now... 'This kid has actually investigated this far'?" In the next second, Zuo Yan actually spoke, directly stating John's thoughts, "Heh..." Before the other party could respond, Zuo Yan smiled, and then said, "From your micro-expressions and subtle body movements, I can basically guess what you're thinking... Seriously, if you had met me back then, you would have gone to jail to pick up soap."

These words were not Zuo Yan's intention, but Vidocq's original words; of course... Zuo Yan didn't mind repeating these sarcastic contents in an appropriate tone, because based on what he knew so far, he also despised and hated John from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, he was my assistant, so what?" John was a little annoyed and angry, but he didn't flare up. He didn't respond to the other party's mockery, but tried his best to bring the topic to the case, "This doesn't conflict with what I just said... I said, he attacked me from behind, and I haven't seen him for many years; after so long, not to mention an assistant, even a relative... isn't it normal to not recognize them?"

"I didn't treat this as anything important in the first place, I just mentioned that he used to be an employee of that company... You were the one who interrupted me and made the so-called 'declaration', haven't you forgotten?" Zuo Yan retorted.

These words hit the nail on the head, and John was speechless.

"If you don't mind, I'll continue to say what I really want to say..." Seeing that he didn't speak, Zuo Yan turned his head, looked at Sam, and continued, "According to my speculation, sometime around last autumn, Miller found you, and... told you some things; and those things are the fuse of today's murder..."

"Before you say any more outrageous speculation..." Before the other party could finish speaking, Sam responded coldly, "What evidence do you have to prove... that I know this guy named Miller, and how do you prove that he ever had contact with me?"