The vest magic changes the earth

Sitting opposite Miss Du Bo was a man in a suit and leather shoes. He looked a bit older, with fine lines around his eyes and slightly gray hair on his temples.But this sense of age not only did not detract from his charm, but added a bit of unspeakable charm to him.

They are seated at a table with elaborate dishes.The lights in the restaurant are warm and gentle, and someone is playing a lingering and sad violin music in the corner.

The waiter who served the food watched the two men. Their restaurant was a top New York place, expensive, celebrities came and went, and he was used to beautiful faces.

But he was still amazed by the female companion brought by this gentleman. The woman in the red dress just gave a slight thank you, which made him ecstatic.

The gentleman who brought her here is a frequent visitor here, and the boss of a well-known listed pharmaceutical company in the United States.Rich in wealth, enthusiastic about philanthropy, personable but his wife died early, he is the dream lover of many New York women.

At this time, the diamond king also looked at the opposite beauty with the same kind of stunning and affectionate eyes.

The waiter was thinking wildly, holding a dessert in his hand.

The gentleman gave him a low cough when he saw it, and knocked on the table.

The waiter came back to his senses, finished his work in a hurry, bowed and stepped back.Before leaving, he caught sight of the figure in the red dress, thinking how beautiful it is, no wonder even Mr. Morris showed such an expression.

But what he didn't notice was that Mr. Morris' obsessive eyes were so cold, it didn't look like he was looking at a woman he admired, it was a kind of objectification, like looking at an inanimate artwork eyes.

Mr. Morris raised his glass to Miss Dubo who was opposite, "I hope we have a happy cooperation."

The red wine in the glass was gently rippling, reflecting a dark red color. Du Bo smiled: "Of course, we are the most credible force in the mysterious world. I believe we will."

"To the greatest cause."

"To the greatest cause."

The wine glasses collided and jingled.

The dinner came to an end with this sound.Accompanied by conspiracy and blood.

Morris sent Dubo out according to the etiquette, and opened the car door for her.Dubo got in, and after the driver started the car, Morris asked her, "Miss, where shall I take you?"

Dubo brushed Morris' leg with his hand with red nails, and smiled provocatively, "You're welcome, I'll do it myself."

As soon as the voice fell, she disappeared into the car.

The driver was horrified to see a scene beyond common sense from the rearview mirror, and his heart was about to burst, "Sir, this...!"

Morris didn't speak, he looked at the place where Dubo disappeared.The car was speeding, and traffic flowed past the window.He suddenly began to laugh, a silent smile at first, and then a wide grin, so loud that his whole body trembled.

He laughed loudly in the back seat, covered his stomach with his hands, and almost lay down on the cushion, looking crazy.

Morris muttered to himself: "Mysterious world, ha, it's so interesting. So it's true, hahaha."

The driver looked at him like this, didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, and drove the car intently, pretending that he didn't exist.

The majority of people in the United States and the citizens of New York all know that Mr. Morris is a rich man, a model of the rich who is willing to do good, and he is also handsome.It is simply a template for a winner in life.

But the driver, as a confidant of the boss for nine years, knew very well that Samara Morris was a pervert and ruthless.His last job was because he said one more sentence when he was in a good mood, and was dragged out by Morris and fed to the dog.That poor creature's screams could be heard from far away.

Morris used his gentle and polite appearance to hide his twisted and crazy heart, and his big checks at charity parties to cover up his shady business.

This man's heart is dark and his blood is cold.

Samara Morris.The name Samara has another meaning, which is the legendary reality of the devil.

Morris was still laughing in the backseat, a nervous gleam in his eye.

"Hello." He stopped suddenly and kicked the driver's seat in front of him roughly, "Will this be interesting?"

The driver didn't dare to talk to him, and he didn't dare not to talk to him, his hand holding the steering wheel was shaking.

Morris also ignored the driver, he was completely immersed in his own world.

"Yes, it will. She looks so perfect, the power of perfection..."

......

Here, undercurrents swell quietly in the New York City night.

Over there, Randolph and poor Allen were handcuffed in the police station.This happened so unexpectedly that the two of them had no chance to communicate from the beginning to the end.

Allen couldn't figure out why the police broke in suddenly. Because they had checked the body, their fingerprints were all on it.

Allen sighed up to the sky in his heart, he was really speechless now, and hoped that Fat Cat could start to play a role outside.

On the way to the interrogation room, Allen and Randolph looked at each other.Allen tried to give him a soothing smile, but was noticed by the policeman next to him, kicked him from behind, "Don't wink!"

Allen was pressed on the cold chair, the white light opposite him pierced his eyes, and the interrogation began.

Allen could only choose to tell the truth. He and Randolph were arrested at the same time, and they had not discussed their confessions in advance.It is obviously unrealistic to expect a tacit understanding, so I can only hide the mysterious part and tell the story of his investigation of the Capet case.

The police on the opposite side were obviously skeptical. Allen knew that they needed to do a verification, and the forensic doctor would also conduct an autopsy, and then there would be another interrogation.

Seeing the policemen push away their chairs and prepare to leave, Allen said, "Wait a minute."

"Do you still have any questions?"

"I'm going to contact my lawyer and get my partner along."

As a profession that dances between gray areas, private detectives basically have a lawyer who is in constant contact with them. Lawyers are proficient in how to take advantage of loopholes and try to spend as little money as possible to fish out detectives who are behind bars.

Just another debt... Ellen thought.

After the phone call, Allen was locked in a dark interrogation room, the chair was cold, and he was not even given a glass of water.The police did it on purpose, which is also a kind of interrogation technique.

Allen stayed up like this until the next morning. He didn't want to sleep and couldn't sleep. The ravings he heard while reading that text echoed in his mind.

It seems that as long as there is silence nearby, he can hear it when he is distracted, full of malice and madness.

But Allen opened his eyes and looked around, but there was nothing nearby.

This directly caused him to have dark circles and bloodshot eyes the next day.The policeman who came in to deliver the food looked at him more and more suspiciously.

Allen took a bite of the breakfast at the police station, feeling stale and the milk was cold.Makes him queasy a little.

The lawyer he was cooperating with was a reliable person. He received the call and showed up early the next morning.

He walked up to Allen, they looked at each other across a table, and the policeman who brought in the lawyer opened the door and went out.

Now this is the time for the lawyer and his client, and the police are not allowed to observe.

Allen asked, "How's it going? Any questions?"

The lawyer knocked on the table and sighed: "You don't have a big problem. You had an alibi on the day of the death, and Capet's case was well documented. Now you need to explain why you appeared in a place where no one lived for a long time. In the house. How do you know there's a clue there." He frowned, looking a little confused.

"...a detective's intuition." That's all Allen could explain.

"That obviously doesn't speak to the police, you need a stronger case. Let's discuss it."

The lawyer finished explaining to Allen, "You don't have to worry too much. You may face prosecution for breaking into other people's houses and destroying the scene. But as long as you operate properly, you can pay the bail and get out soon."

"And Randolph, I mean, my companion."

"He is troublesome." The lawyer complained to him, "He didn't have an alibi that day, and he laughed when asked where he was. He was also found to be illegally possessing a gun. I really don't understand why you detectives can't be more careful. Even for my bloody poor hair!"

Allen laughed.