Murder?

The night passed by swiftly. Chester, as usual, ate a bunch of fast food and fell asleep under the influence of alcohol. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Looking at the time on the phone, Chester was so anxious that he did not even have time to wash his face. He grabbed his overalls and rushed toward the door of his house.

It was only ten minutes before work.

Riding in his tattered pickup, Chester rushed to the construction site in a hurry, only to find that the construction site was full of police cars, blocking the main traffic route.

Getting out of the car, Chester immediately walked toward his post, but when he reached the police cars, he was stopped. The policeman in charge of crowd control motioned for him to stop.

"Hey, buddy, don't you see that the police are working on a case here? If you want to go there, it looks like you have to take a detour."

The police officer stopped Chester and notified him.