screenwriter mystery

Chapter 455 Slums

"Pretty poignant love story."

At some point, they came to Spike and the sponsor.

Amanda listened to the organizer's description of what happened to Daniel Robitay before his death, and sighed with emotion, and then immediately asked Spike on the side.

"What do you see?"

She asked Spike to come over, not to let him appreciate the works in the art exhibition.

"Beautiful painting, sad man."

His eyes fell on the last portrait of his lover left by Daniel Robett before him, and Spike replied in a ecstatic tone.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and looked at Amanda Road aside.

"Where are we going next?"

……

boom--

Washington, ghetto.

Getting off the car, Spike immediately felt the searching gazes from all directions around him.

"BSI handles the case!"

Taking out her ID card and pistol, Amanda warned the blacks in the slum with ease.

Faced with the threat of a pistol in Amanda's hand, the blacks in the slums turned their eyes back one after another.

"Whoo~"

Feeling that the malice from the surroundings gradually dissipated, Amanda breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on her face eased a bit.

Washington, as the political center of the United States.

The most famous is not the performance of politicians, but its poor security environment.

For a long time, Washington has been called the most dangerous capital in the world. The crime rate in this area is far higher than that of other cities in the United States.

The most critical reason for all this to happen is naturally the gathering of black people.

Due to historical reasons, until the 80s and 70s, the proportion of blacks in Washington DC's population once exceeded [-]%.It is precisely because there are too many blacks that the law and order situation in Washington has always been unmanageable.It may be education, it may be the economy, it may be the living environment, which leads to the fact that the crime rate of blacks in the United States is relatively high.

Affected by the high crime rate, many tourists who come to the United States, the tour guides will repeatedly remind them that they must not go to the black area in Washington DC. At the same time, if you have no choice, you should not go out at night. If you really have no way to go out , then you must put 20 dollars in your wallet, so if you meet a black man asking you, give him the 20 dollars, because there is a high probability that he may be a robber, and if you don’t give him money, they will take you with a gun collapsed.

Although, with the influence of economic factors, some blacks slowly migrated out of Washington, and the proportion was reduced to 50%, which made the law and order in Washington have changed significantly.

However, throughout Washington, there are still many slums where black people gather.

Right now, the area where Amanda and others are visiting is in a corner of the slums in Washington.

The reason why they rushed here was naturally to investigate the frequent murders in Washington during this period of time.

According to the information provided by the local police department in Washington, the victim of the next candy murder case was a black woman living in a slum.

Following the address provided by the police station, Amanda and the others came to the house where the victim lived.

Dilapidated buildings with poor sound insulation fit the definition of slum dwellings.

bang bang-

Because the elevator failed, the three had to take the stairs to the fifth floor.

Standing in front of No. [-], Amanda exchanged glances with the two people behind her, then reached out and knocked on the heavy door.

"Hey, who?!"

The knock on the door brought an abrupt end to the quarrels and noise in the house.

A few seconds later, a vigilant voice came from inside the house.

"We are agents from the BSI."

"..."

Hearing Amanda's self-reported answer, the voice in the room was silent for a while, and then replied: "I have already made it clear to those guys in the police station about Natalie's death, and they don't care about my affairs at all, you guys What else is there to ask!"

It can be seen that the man in the room is very resistant to the investigation, and he is not willing to open the door at all.

"Please cooperate with our investigation, sir."

Looking at the door that was always closed in front of her, Amanda raised her hand and knocked heavily on the door again, and then gave a warning in too loud a voice.

"If you don't open the door again, we're going to have to take tough measures."

Click.

Apparently, Amanda's threats worked.

As her words fell, the closed door was opened, and then a black man with a decadent expression appeared in front of everyone.

"Okay, I've opened the door."

Raise your hand and make a coordinated movement towards Amanda and the others at the door.

He didn't want to be shot and killed by these BSI agents because of this kind of thing.

Seeing the black man appearing at the door, Angela next to Spike couldn't help but frowned. She smelled a familiar smell from the house, and couldn't help frowning: "You're smoking marijuana... ...?"

"This kind of thing shouldn't be in your hands."

In the United States, smoking marijuana is not an unacceptable thing. In fact, many Americans have more or less experience of smoking marijuana. Therefore, facing Angela's questioning, the black man in the room did not have any expression on his face. The color of worry.

"It's really out of our control."

Shaking his head, he didn't bother about the man smoking.

This is a slum. If you really want to investigate, more than [-]% or even more people here have similar experiences.Amanda and the others didn't come here to reverse the law and order in the slums.

Stepping past the man, Spike entered the house.

What I can see is a messy scene in the house, with clothes and junk food piled up everywhere, and even half-smoked marijuana can be seen on the table.

Looking around, but not finding too many useful clues, Spike began to wander around the house on his own.

"How long have you been with Natalie?"

Glancing at Spike who was walking around the house, Amanda turned her attention back to the black man in front of her and asked.

"For a while, until she got crazy."

"Crazy?"

"Yes, it was an accident that Natalie and I were together. I had no money at that time, and Natalie was willing to let me live, so we were together. Although she was a little strange at first, it was okay. Accepted, but in the following days she became more and more neurotic, and I suspect that she had a problem with her brain because she smoked too much."

"In this case, why are you still with her?"

"I don't have any money. If I leave here, I have to sleep in the park. What's more, although Natalie has a personality problem, at least she can provide me with food, shelter, and even meet my daily physical needs."

(End of this chapter)