A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 83 The first confrontation between Weng and son-in-law (please subscribe!!)
"Please come with us."

"..."

Hawk, who rolled down the car window, stared at the policewoman who appeared in front of him.

"Detective Kate Beckett."

Hawk thought for a while, opened the car door, and got down: "Really?"

Beckett looked at Hawk who got out of the car: "You know me?"

Hawk smiled: "I heard Gwen say it, I guess."

"Your intuition is right."

"Thank you."

Hawke smiled slightly: "Can I ask, what is the reason for this?"

"A case."

"What case?"

"Feel sorry."

Beckett also smiled slightly and said, "You will know this when you go back with us."

Seeing this, Hawke didn't force it.

"Okay, I'll tell you..."

"no!"

"Lorna."

Lorna stepped out of the driver's seat and ran to Hawke, glaring at Beckett, with faintly green hair, "My brother won't go anywhere unless you explain clearly what law my brother committed. "

Beckett's eyes fell on Lorna.

She could clearly feel the hostility released from Lorna.

Unabashed hostility.

The gun at his waist trembled faintly.

"Lorna."

Hawke clapped Lorna, then smiled apologetically at Beckett and said, "Sorry, Detective Beckett, can you give me a moment, can I talk to my sister?"

Beckett regained his senses and nodded: "Of course, we just want to ask Mr. Dane to go back and investigate. If Mr. Dane doesn't want to go, he can refuse."

Hawke smiled and said, "It is the duty of every citizen to help the police station. Besides, I didn't break the law. Why did I refuse? Besides, it's a good thing to be able to skip class in a legitimate way."

Beckett: "..."

After Hawke finished speaking, he pulled Lorna aside, who wanted her hair to turn green and directly let Beckett commit suicide.

"Don't make trouble, go back to school and ask me for a leave."

"No."

"Ok?"

"The ghost knows if these police officers can't find the murderer, and they want you to be the scapegoat. These guys are all the same."

"The NYPD is different."

Hawk laughed and looked at the nervous Lorna: "At least, George is different from this Beckett, not the police officers we know."

As an orphan, especially two orphans with handsome men and beautiful women running around all over the Federation, from a certain point of view, they are all very suitable goods.

Lorna pouted: "No, I'm worried about you."

Hawk shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm fine, don't worry, remember to go to school and ask for a leave of absence for me, I can go back in the afternoon."

"……real?"

"of course."

Hawke looked at the expression on Lorna's face, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he restrained the smile on his face, and looked at Lorna very seriously: "I swear."

Lorna hesitated to speak.

but……

after awhile.

Lorna drove off the street in the yellow Chevrolet beneath her.

Hawke looked back, walked to the side, opened the co-pilot's door, sat on it, looked at Kate Beckett who hadn't bothered them just now, and said, "Officer Beckett, thank you, we You can go."

Seeing this, Beckett started the car.

"You and your sister have such a good relationship."

"of course."

Hearing this sentence, Hawke glanced at Beckett who was speaking, and said with a smile: "She is my sister, and I trust her unreservedly just as she trusts me unreservedly."

Beckett smiled and nodded without speaking.

After half an hour.

New York Police Department, [-]th Precinct.

trial room!
This is not the first time that Hawke has been here.

Been here some time ago.

but……

Sitting in a chair, not in a hurry, without any tasks, and seriously appreciating the interrogation room, this is the first time I have come here.

Hawke, who was sitting in the interrogation room, looked curiously at the room, which was neither too big nor too small, as if everything looked very novel.

Especially opposite him, a glass that looks like a mirror.

Behind this one-way glass.

in the observation room.

George crossed his arms and stared at Hawk sitting in the interrogation room through the one-way glass in front of him. He didn't say a word, and he didn't look arrogant but gave people a deep feeling.

at this time.

The door of the observation room was pushed open.

George turned his head to look at Beckett who walked in, and held out his right hand.

"material."

"At this."

Beckett handed the information he had just obtained to George: "It's still missing Colorado."

George glanced at Beckett, took the documents, and flipped through them.

"Is the Denver Police Department not cooperating?"

"Do not."

Beckett walked to George's side and explained, "I searched over there in Denver, but I can't find the information about Hawke's birth."

George looked up.

"Can't find it? Lost it?"

"It's possible."

Beckett nodded and said, "At the end of [-], a fire broke out in Denver's archive database. Although most of the materials were rescued from it, a small part of the data was still burned. Afterwards, the city of Denver thought about making up the recording, but at that time, Hawke had been adopted by a couple, so Denver did not have any sound files about Hawke.”

Fire.

[-]?

The year Hawk was adopted at age four?
With that in mind, George looked up to the other side of the glass, sitting in the interrogation room, without any nervousness, but looked down at Hawke with his nails.

"Have you found the information about the couple?"

"found it."

Beckett flipped through the information in George's hand and said, "However, the couple's information has not been updated since [-], and they seem to have disappeared."

George's heart skipped a beat.

If he guessed correctly, it seems that Hawke explained to him that night that the couple were not good people and he ran away when he was adopted to Seattle.

But the couple's profile hasn't been updated since [-]?
Missing?

As Beckett spoke, he looked up and saw Hawke, who was sitting quietly in the interrogation room, looking down at his nails, but still handsome, frowned: "Are you sure, your daughter Your boyfriend is King?"

She emphasized the boyfriend's words.

Hearing this, George looked up and looked at himself at the same time.

"What do you want to express, Beckett?"

"Am I right?"

Beckett spread his hands and looked at George: "Isn't he Gwen's boyfriend? Ryan went to Midtown High School to find out."

Beckett's reason for saying this is simple.

I hope George doesn't think Hawke is the King they want to find because Hawke is Gwen's boyfriend.

In a word.

Don't take personal revenge.

this is not right.

George looked at Beckett blankly, and the latter also looked at George with the same expression just now.

"...Has the body of yesterday's car bombing been identified?"

"not yet."

Beckett said: "The system is running, but the fingerprints of the dead body match the fingerprints extracted from the steering wheel of that taxi."

George nodded, put away the materials, and walked towards the door.

"The result is out, let me know."

The words fall.

George pushed straight out.

next second.

George had already pushed open the door of the interrogation room, and walked into the interrogation room under the gaze of Beckett and Hawke.

"Hey."

Already in the interrogation room, Hawk, who was bored thinking about the color of his nails, looked up at George who walked in, with a smile on his face: "Detective Stacey, I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

George glanced at Hawke who seemed surprised to see himself.

I know you are acting.

King!

George pulled open the interrogation chair with a blank expression, put a stack of materials related to Hawke that was a thumb-high in his hand on the table, and sat down.

Hawke looked at George, who was expressionless and seemed unwilling to be approached by him, smiled, shrugged, and sat upright, looking at George who was sitting opposite him.

George crossed his arms and stared at Hawke, just like last night, trying to read some valuable clues from Hawke's face.

Hawk didn't dodge anything, but faced George directly, as if to say, look at it casually, I am an open book, and there is nothing worth hiding.

even……

"So, Detective Stacey, if there is anything I can do for you, you can ask me, as long as I know, I will tell you."

"Okay."

George withdrew his gaze and looked at Hawke: "You are King."

Hawk smiled brightly, and laughed, "Detective Stacey, I thought we had already talked about this issue. You said I was King, and the evidence was there."

Police officers handle cases based on evidence.

Not intuitive.

Intuition, in court, can't be used as evidence.

George chuckled, and withdrew his gaze from Hawke. He knew that no matter how much time he spent, he would not be able to get any useful clues from Hawke: "Do you know why you came here today?"

Hawke spread his hands: "I didn't know it at first, but I know it now."

"Oh?"

George, who was flipping through the materials in his hand, heard this sentence and looked up at Hawke: "Let's hear it?"

Hawke spread his hands, looking at George with a look I already knew: "Isn't it because I was under the age of 21 and drinking, but, Detective Stacey, last night, you knew I was under 21 years old." At the age of [-], he still invited me to drink, is this counted as fishing law enforcement, it should not be regarded as evidence.”

Beckett, who was in the observation room, raised his eyebrows.

Deliberately invited her daughter's boyfriend who was under 21 to drink, and then directly arrested Gwen's boyfriend for drinking under 21.

This operation...

Sao.

After Hawke finished speaking, he leaned on the chair behind him, looked at George's face, and continued: "If this is not the case, then I can't say it because I didn't admit that I am King, Detective Stacey, if you If you think I'm King, why did you let me go last night?"

George's face was cold.

"I really shouldn't have let you go last night."

"..."

(End of this chapter)