Los Angeles Detective

  an hour ago.

A black Honda drove into a high-end community. After driving for a while on the community road, the car turned right and stopped near a luxury villa.

The window on the right side of the car was lowered, and a black man was sitting in the cab. It was Filippo Carter, the lover of the first deceased, Grace Bloomberg, and a witness to the case.

Filippo Carter stared at the villa diagonally opposite, his face uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After waiting for about half an hour, the door of the villa opened, and a fashionably dressed white woman in her forties walked out of the villa carrying a satchel.

　　Filippo Carter got out of the car, jumped over the fence, startled the white woman walking towards the garage, and took a few steps back.

 “Filippo Carter, why are you here?”

Filippo Carter hummed, “Good morning, Ms. Salas, it’s not easy to meet you.

 You used to call me little baby, but now you start calling me by my full name? "

 Karin Salas glanced at her watch and said, "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I have to go to work now. If there's anything else, I'll talk about it later."

 “Are you feeling guilty?”

 “What?” Karin Salas crossed her arms over her chest.

“You agreed to let me stay at your house temporarily, so why did you betray me?”

 “I didn’t betray you.

 It was the FBI who came to the door, but I didn’t tell them.

 I just thought my home was unsafe, so I asked you to leave.

 That would be good for both you and me. "

 “Shit!

If you didn't betray me, why was I caught by the FBI as soon as I went out?

 Can I understand that you are in the same group? "

Karin Salas quipped, “Do you think the FBI is as stupid as you?

 I did say you were not here, but they may not believe it. "

 “Stupid? Are you looking down on me?”

“No, it’s you who looks down on yourself.”

Filippo Carter responded, "In other words, you already knew that they might be waiting outside, or were they going to kick me out?"

“No, I don’t know, I figured it out after the fact.

 I didn’t mean to betray you, and there was no need to do so. It wouldn’t do me any good. "

“That’s right, it’s really not good for you.

You were just afraid that I would harm you, so you kicked me out without mercy. Filippo Carter asked loudly, "What do you think I am?" Stray dog?

 Take me in when you like it, throw it away when you don't like it.

 You are such a heartless bitch. "

Karin Salas lowered her voice, "Yes, it was me, a bitch, who took you in when you were most helpless."

“You just want me to serve you for free, and I don’t charge you any money.

 But you drove me out like a dog when I was most helpless. "

Carin Salas opened her purse and took out a wad of money from it, "I don't want to tangle with you anymore, and I don't want to argue with you about right or wrong. Take this money and drive it from my house immediately."

　　Filippo Carter did not accept the money, with a look of self-deprecation on his face, "I thought you were different from them."

 “You’re overthinking it, it’s just a transaction.”

"trade?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want? Marry me?" Karin Salas sneered, threw a wad of bills on the ground, turned around, entered the garage, and drove out in a white Porsche car, "I don't want to see you again. You, otherwise, you know the consequences."

 “Woo woo…”

 The white Porsche sped away.

“Bitch, you really think money means everything.” Filippo Carter gestured to the car with his **** and glanced at the hundred-dollar bills scattered on the ground.

He glanced around, squatted down, picked up the money, put it into his pocket, and then trotted back to the car.

 Women smell bad, but money smells good. Who would have trouble with money?

"boom!"

As soon as Filippo Carter ran to the car, he accidentally bumped into an old white man and said, "Fuck..."

　　Filippo Carter cursed instinctively, but when he saw the old man falling to the ground, he swallowed the rest of his words again.

Filippo Carter looked at the old man lying on the ground and said, "Hey, man, you are too careless.

It was obviously you who bumped into me, but you fell down. Your body is too weak. You need to eat more. "

The white man was not very old, he looked about fifty years old, but his face was a little haggard and his figure was a little thin. He put his right hand on the ground and sat up slowly, with a painful look on his face, "Young man, can you kill me?" Help me up?"

Filippo Carter curled his lips and seemed a little disgusted. After hesitating, he leaned over and helped the white man up. "Did you fall seriously? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

“It’s not serious and you don’t need to go to the hospital.

 Just find a place to take a rest. "After the white man finished speaking, he took out something from his pocket and thrust it into Filippo Carter's waist.

"Ah..." Filippo Carter shouted, his whole body trembled, his body went limp, and he sat on the ground.

The white man opened the back door of the car, pulled Filippo Carter up, pushed him into the back seat of the car, and handcuffed him.

After doing all this, the white man was sweating on his forehead and looked a little exhausted, "I'm exhausted. What a good strong guy." He got into the cab and rested for a while before driving away.

 …

I don’t know how long it took, Filippo Carter woke up slowly. The light was a little dark and he couldn’t see the surrounding scene clearly. "Uh..." he let out a soft hum in his throat, "Where is this...what happened?"

 “Are you awake?” A voice sounded not far away, and the lights suddenly turned on.

Filippo Carter's eyes were stabbed so hard that he couldn't open them. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a white man about fifty years old standing not far away, "I remembered, I have seen you.

 You fall, I pick you up.

 Where are we? "

Philippo Carter wanted to stand up, but felt that his hands and feet were tied. He looked down and saw that he was naked and asked in surprise, "Why am I tied up? Where are my clothes?"

 Hey, let me go, you **** pervert. "

 “Hey, don’t be nervous and don’t shout.

There is no one else here, just the two of us.

 If you shout louder again, I will stop your mouth and you will not even be qualified to speak. "The white man made a silencing gesture.

 “Who are you? What do you want to do?”

“Haha, you asked so many questions at once, I don’t even know which one to answer.” The white man pulled up a chair and sat down, “But I should introduce myself.

 Sooner or later we will become one, it would be better to get to know each other in advance. At least, you have to know who I am? "

 “What are you talking about?” Filippo Carter trilled.

 “My name is Leonard Hogan.

He is the most sincere believer of the Eternal Religion and will also become your master in the future. "

Philipo Carter spoke in a high tone, with an angry look on his face, as if he was offended, "Are you kidding me? It's already 2023, I don't need a master."

  “Sorry, my wording was not accurate.

  It should not be said that it is the master. "Leonard Hogan pointed to his head, "It should be said that it is the subjective consciousness. "

 “What on earth are you going to do? Bullshit subject consciousness, I don’t know you at all, are you making a science fiction movie?” Filippo Carter became increasingly panicked.

　　“Well... maybe you don’t know me.

But, I have seen you. Leonard Hogan smiled, "To be exact, I saw your performance on the night of October 3rd."

You are as strong as an ox, and the mayor’s wife loves you to death.

It’s really enviable. "Leonard Hogan reached out and patted Filippo Carter's strong shoulder.

"How do you know what happened that night? Could it be...it was you..." Filippo Carter's eyes widened.

 “Wow, you guessed it, it seems you are not stupid?

Then I can’t keep you even more.

Having said all that, it’s time to get to work. "Leonard Hogan walked to the side.

Philippo Carter followed Leonard Hogan's figure with his eyes, and then he saw the surrounding situation clearly. This was a house, about thirty or forty square meters, with no windows, and it should be in the basement.

Leonard Hogan walked to the corner of the basement and picked up a saw from the ground.

Filippo Carter was so frightened that his teeth chattered, "Nonono, what are you going to do? Don't come close to me."

 “Da da da…” There was a sound of running water on the floor.

"You peed!" Leonard Hogan smiled and comforted, "Don't be afraid, I will cut your throat first, and you won't feel the pain soon." Leonard Hogan pulled When the chainsaw was turned on, it made a terrifying sound.

“No, please don’t do this, please let me go.” Seeing Leonard Hogan approaching slowly with a chainsaw, Filippo roared with all his strength.

"It's useless, the best soundproofing materials are used here." Leonard Hogan took the electric saw and pointed it at Filippo's neck. Suddenly, his nose wrinkled and he smelled a foul odor. "Fuck, you filthy bastard, you soiled my house."

With a ruthless look on his face, Leonard Hogan seemed to have changed his mind. He sealed Filippo Carter's mouth and cut off Filippo Carter's arm with the electric saw.

 “Woo…” Filippo Carter wailed in pain.

"boom!"

 There was a bang at the door.

 The basement door was kicked open.

 “FBI!” Several agents wearing FBI uniforms broke in.

 “Don’t move!”

"Put your hands up!"

 “Bang bang.”

There was a noise, Leonard Hogan was shot twice and fell to the ground, and the chainsaw fell.

Michael led people into the basement, handcuffed Leonard Hogan, and arrested him.

Louis walked to Filippo and checked his wounds and breathing, "The arm was sawed, it's not life-threatening, but he fainted."

　　Amir held his nose and said, "This unlucky guy was probably knocked unconscious by fright."

Luke looked at the captured Leonard Hogan. He was shot twice, one in the arm and one in the shoulder. Neither was fatal.

 Leonard Hogan looked at the FBI agents who suddenly broke in, and shouted unwillingly, "How did you find me?"

  Luke asked instead, "Why choose Filippo Carter?"