After Dean and Holden separated, they did not go home directly.
Instead, he drove to the depths of Booker Park, where Bucky Fran was murdered.
He took out the ritual suit he carried with him, cut his finger, skillfully performed the summoning ritual, tried to call Bucky Fran, and then asked the murderer's information from its mouth.
But he tried several times and failed. Except for the chirping of cicadas in the autumn night, the surroundings were quiet, and no spirit responded to his call.
"Sure enough, summoning outdoors is far more difficult than indoors. My current level is far from enough to host such a ceremony."
Dean reluctantly abandoned the cheating law and drove home. It was already midnight when he got home.
Had a bath.
Sitting on the bed, I browsed through the past daily records from God's perspective, looking for the origin of the scar.
While doing mental training.
Under the command, Ying began to use his telekinesis ability to control the keychain and the board in the bedroom. The two small objects floated into the air and slowly rotated around Dean as if they were losing gravity.
After nine minutes of extreme mental tempering, "Shadow" returned to the shackles to continue warming up.
Exhausted physically and mentally, Dean could not find the origin of the scar, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and continued a round of meditation.
Get rid of distracting thoughts and all the distractions during the day, and follow the unique breathing rhythm to visualize the pale red, blurry star.
The tangible and the intangible meet.
Gradually sink into it.
After the meditation ended three hours later, Dean lay on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.
…
The next morning the sky was as clear as glass, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was so gentle that it made people feel intoxicated.
But Holden and Carl, who had stayed up all night with oily faces, brought Dean bad news.
"We have watched all the surveillance videos. Abby Clark disappeared into a certain street leading to her house in the South Side. There was no surveillance after that."
"Isn't that correct?" Dean's face darkened. "Abby committed a crime in the park in the afternoon, then went to bars and hotels, and finally went home."
"Well, the test results of the sports coat have to wait. Abby herself denied that the clothes belong to her." Holden threw the photo of the three-striped sportswear in front of Dean with a serious expression.
"But the evidence we currently have is sufficient. The only thing missing is Abby Clark's motive for committing the crime. If we find out, she will have basically no room to refute."
"Rebuttal? The 'child killer' has the nerve to pretend to be an innocent person and act pitiful to us!" Kruger punched the desk hard, and the desk suddenly shook with a "clang" sound. "She should be imprisoned." Go to jail for at least twenty years, and better yet, go to the electric chair!”
"It's too early to draw conclusions."
Dean rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.
"Abby's side..."
"She is communicating with the lawyer. It seems that she is ready to fight us to the end." Karl said, "You kid, don't get involved yet. The search warrant application has been approved. Follow Kruger and the others to search Abby's home!"
…
Dean got into the police car heading to the South District and arrived quickly.
A handsome middle-aged man wearing a gray knitted sweater was already waiting at the door.
Krueger met him and handed him a form.
"Mr. Batista, we have a search warrant to search your home and remove anything belonging to your daughter, Abby Clark."
"Lawyer Lucville told me." The man took the form and looked through it calmly. He looked up and not far away, several police officers began to set up a cordon around the entire yard.
This move was so eye-catching that nearby residents gathered around, pointing at the blockade and talking about it.
Someone mentioned the murder in the park not long ago, and his words became mean and emotional.
He shouted murderer, murderer.
The man sighed uncomfortably and asked,
"There are no specific items on this paper, so can you get everything?"
"Given the nature of the crime, it's up to us to decide."
Krueger had a business-like attitude, so the man could only open the door and let a group of police officers wearing gloves rush in quickly.
"Hi Mr. Batista."
Dean followed the man and said hello,
"Abby's classmate, Dean Lu? The one we went to Santa Monica with during the summer vacation?"
"Yes, I am currently running errands at LVPD..."
The man seemed to have seen a savior and took his hand. "You and Abby are friends. You should know her. Do you think she might commit such a terrible crime?"
"To be honest, I don't believe Abby is the murderer." Dean said calmly,
Batista heard this and spoke more enthusiastically,
"That's right! Abby is introverted and shy, but she is a kind girl. She has never killed a fish since she was a child. How could she hurt a cute child!"
"And I already understand the ins and outs. The case happened in the afternoon four days ago. At that time, Abby's fever reached 39 degrees, and her brain began to become confused. She didn't move even while lying on the bed. How could she run several miles away? Booker Park, kill Bucky Fran?”
Dean nodded, "Mr. Batista, I will do my best to help Abby, but now I have to do business."
The man stepped aside understandingly.
Dean entered the living room on the first floor from the entrance hall.
The decoration style of the house is very warm, with warm colors on the floors and walls, pink bear dolls on the sofa, and cherry-like wind chimes hanging in the aisle.
But a group of police officers in black clothes ruined the warm atmosphere by digging into the ground.
Dean shook his head and turned on the "God's Perspective" to observe everything on the first floor.
After the ability was upgraded once, the observation range expanded from five meters to ten meters. Once it was turned on, almost no clues could escape his eyes.
Kitchen, bathroom, coffee table, drawer, under carpet, TV cabinet...
Dean spent a quarter of an hour searching, but failed to find any useful evidence. He passed a bunch of police officers and followed the stairs to the second floor. At a glance, he saw the bedroom that belonged to Abby - the wall coverings and the bed. The quilt and ceiling are all painted pink.
"Abby is so girly?"
Dean opened the closet next to the wall——
There are a lot of clothes, red, green, pink, blue... sportswear, down jackets, T-shirts, dresses, and even miniskirts, all in bright colors, complete styles, and full of personality.
"It's quite boring..." Dean took out the photo of white sportswear in his pocket and compared it. "Among the dozens of clothes, there is no white one. Doesn't she like white?"
"But she was wearing white sportswear when she committed the crime."
This discovery increased the investigation progress in the system from 15% to 18%.
Dean kept this detailed discovery in mind and turned towards the desk in front of the window sill. The shelves were filled with books, mostly of various genres, including music magazines.
Dean opened a book casually and happened to see a music review signed by Abby Clark——
The new song of Good Morning Band, Amazing Days, is a song that seems happy, happy and warm, but I clearly feel that the person singing it endured great pain, saw the sky full of stars, walked into the mountains and sea, and finally saw the sunset and the sunset. At the moment when the sky was dyed red, I cried, shouted, heartbroken, and burst into tears.
"The angle is novel, but a little too pessimistic." Dean's impression of Abby improved slightly——
A girl who loves pink colors and can appreciate the songs she copied shouldn't be a crazy murderer, right?
…
Dean opened the drawer in front of the desk, rummaged a few times, and took out a buttoned hard-cover diary from the depth of the drawer.
"Sorry, Abby, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, I wanted to save you."
Dean opened the diary, which contained a concise and concise description of all the sad and happy things in Abby's life and study.
"On June 20th, I encountered a bad thing at school today. That annoying guy Flora called me a tomboy again. Alas, why didn't I inherit my mother's advantages? When will my breasts be merciful? , I don’t want to be as magnificent as Gretchen, but give me a B.”
Dean continued to flip through the pages dumbfounded, while admitting in his heart that Gretchen's was perfect.
"On July 28, Gretchen still ignored me. She seemed determined to break up with me. I don't blame her. I was too cowardly and broke her heart, but I will not give up. Sisters of more than ten years. Love can't just be broken up. Come on, Abby, even if you kowtow to apologize, ask for Gretchen's forgiveness!"
"On August 18th, Gretchen and Dean got closer and closer. They would touch each other's heads every day when eating, and they would leave together after school. They talked about fighting training. Alas, Gretchen always talked to me first after school. go home together."
“I have to say that although Dean is an Asian, he has a good reputation and good figure, knows kung fu, is brave, has excellent grades, has a good personality, and makes people feel safe... (omit 100 words) and saved our lives. I am Gretchen and I will spend more time with him..."
How come I have so many advantages?
Dean's cheeks stiffened, a little embarrassed at being praised.
After reading this section of the diary, his impression of Abby became even stronger.
"On September 19, my fever got worse. The scar on my wrist suddenly started to hurt, as if something was drilling through the flesh. My family doctor came to check me. The wound had healed long ago. It turned out to be a little bit inflamed again, so he gave me some medicine, I hope it works, I miss my friends."
"If I don't see Gretchen again, my best sister will be completely taken away by Dean."
There was nothing after the 19th...no more diary, not even a few words about the crime.
Dean closed his notebook and closed his eyes.
"Scars on wrists, scars."
The exchange with the bar owner Jack last night came flooding back.
"Jack had a scar on his wrist that he claimed was scratched by Abby...and Abby had a scar on her wrist, so it looked familiar to me at the time."
"Are the two similar scars a coincidence? No, there is no such coincidence!"
Dean began to spread his thoughts——
There are supernatural elements in this world, and there is no connection between scars and cases at first glance.
But Abby's scar started to feel hot and painful on the 19th, and then the next day on the 20th, she committed a crime.
There must be some unknown internal logic between the two, perhaps involving supernatural power!
Dean thought so and suddenly held his breath.
The progress of the incident skyrocketed from 18% to 25%.
At the same time, the description of the "Devil or Innocent" event in the system changes like a water curtain, and the difficulty changes from "Unknown" to "Medium".
The reward has also changed from "at least 80 experience points" at the beginning to "120 experience points + special rewards".
"Sure enough, there is a big problem with this scar. We need to talk to Abby about it when we get back to the station!"
…
"Man, make way..." a voice came from behind, and two police officers rushed into the bedroom and began to search.
Dean went to several other rooms but found nothing, so he returned to the yard and asked Abby's father about the scar.
"Yes, I don't know which evil guy scratched Abby. I hope the scar will fade in the future, but I don't know more about it."
Dean showed the photo of the white three-stripes sportswear again.
"Uncle Batista, do you remember Abby has such a sportswear?"
"White is the unlucky color that Abby hates the most," the man said with great conviction, "She never wears white clothes."
Dean nodded, which matched what he found in the bedroom.
There was a sudden noise outside the blockade. In front of the dark crowd, five familiar faces including Gretchen, Rust, and Baker waved desperately at him outside the blockade, but were stopped by the police.
He walked over and greeted a few people to a remote corner.
"Man, how's it going? Is Abby okay there?" Rust asked impatiently,
"Ms. Raj and the lawyer are staying with Abby at the LVPD, but the situation is not optimistic. The bureau has already obtained a lot of evidence against Abby." Dean said with a heavy expression, "It is almost possible to convict."
"Abby is not a murderer." Gretchen looked straight at Dean with her light blue eyes, "I have been sisters with her for more than ten years. I know her as a person. Although she is cowardly, she cannot harm a child. , not to mention using such cruel methods. It’s so cruel, I even doubt that the murderer is not human!”
Gretchen had obviously learned about the entire case from Thomas. She bit her lip, puffed up her strong chest, and said seriously and solemnly,
"Dean, you must help Abby. As long as you can save her, I will promise you anything."
"Don't say that, I'm doing my best." Dean handed the photo of the sportswear to several people, "Have you seen Abby wearing this dress?"
Everyone took a look and gave the same answer as Batista.
"Abby never wears white."
"But the three stripes, Adidas, are still the latest special offering," Baker pointed to the three vertical stripes on the side of the sleeves in the photo. "It was just launched this summer. It has been on sale for less than half a month. In addition to clothes, there are also pants, sportswear Shoes, tank tops, a whole workout outfit.”
Dean recalled the scene in the surveillance video. Abby was indeed wearing a uniform style of clothing at that time.
"No, there's no Adidas logo on it." Britney expressed doubt.
"There are historical reasons for this, and only a well-informed fashion expert like me knows it. Dasu held the 22nd Olympic Games in the capital a few months ago, but it was widely boycotted. Only Adidas agreed to sponsor. Produce a batch of special sportswear for it without the LOGO and only retaining the three stripes."
Beck slapped his chest and said with a shitty expression, Dean and all the other companions became the audience,
"In early September, the United States followed this trend and launched the same sportswear model on a small scale and experimentally in the country, but it was not sold in Las Vegas at all!"
"Where can I buy it?" Dean asked,
"On the West Coast, it is only available in a limited edition store in Los Angeles County and Santa Monica!"
"Santa Monica? Didn't we go to the beach there during the summer vacation?" Dean asked his friends, "What month was it?"
"It was my birthday on July 22nd. I remember it very clearly. Everyone celebrated in Santa Monica for a day and drove back to Las Vegas the next day." Britney said.
“How long has this been on sale in Santa Monica?”
"Early September." Beck repeated, complaining, "Man, why are you always asking about clothes? Can't you ask something more practical about Abby?"
"Do not talk!"
Dean's brows furrowed even more.
The time doesn't match!
Abby returned to Las Vegas from Santa Monica in July and had no chance to buy this outfit, which was only released in September, unless she went back again in September.
Dean turned around and asked Batista for advice. As expected——
"Since September, Abby has not been out of Las Vegas. Abby is a good girl. If she wants to go on a long trip, she will definitely inform Raj and me in advance."
"Okay, let me straighten this out."
Dean rubbed his chin, his mind racing.
Abby didn't have time to go to Santa Monica to buy the dress.
Even if she could buy it, Abby shouldn't choose the most annoying white one.
None of her friends and family had ever seen Abby wear this sport coat.
Holden said Abby herself denied owning the dress.
This information is enough to show that Abby should not own sexy sportswear, let alone wear it during the murder!
But here comes the paradox.
Surveillance video and witnesses proved that Abby was wearing this outfit that day!
"How on earth did this dress get on Abby?"
…
Dean couldn't figure it out for the time being, but he recalled yesterday's investigation and realized that there were more contradictions in the case.
Yesterday, Abby's behavior of deliberately looking at the surveillance camera to scan her face was inconsistent with her behavior of not pleading guilty after being beaten to death in the police station.
There is a serious disconnect between the reality and the evidence.
…
Dean tapped his forehead, and an intuition suddenly arose in his heart. If he figured out the source of these contradictions, there would be a breakthrough in the case!
The progress of the investigation suddenly jumped from 25% to 30%!
…
While Dean was thinking, the police officers had almost finished moving the evidence and opened the blockade.
"Everyone...it's almost time. I have to go back to the bureau." Dean got into Kruger's passenger seat and waved to his worried friends from the window. "I will inform you when there is any progress."
The scenery outside the window recedes.
Abby's diary flashed before Dean's eyes, and he felt a strong impulse in his heart. He couldn't let Abby be wronged!
(End of chapter)
