The first day of 1981 happened to be the weekend. Dean kept his promise and contacted the barrister Luc Will to sign an employment contract and wait for the other party to arrange the entrustment.
The next day he had another guest.
At the dining table.
"You have been off for two months and the New Year has passed. When will you return to the bureau and continue working? Carl and the others miss you very much." Holden awkwardly picked up a fork covered with red oil and decorated with chopsticks. The noodles are tender green and scallion, and the spicy taste makes your mouth secrete wildly and your face turns red.
"Don't worry... I want to continue to rest." Dean huffed and puffed on the noodles. With another incident channel, he didn't have to work for Lvpd for free.
"Okay. But you owe me a favor for Abby's case. The last time I helped you investigate the Gru Stone family's information was another favor." Holden put down his chopsticks and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took out a napkin. He blew his nose and said, "It's your turn to pay the debt. Show me the so-called supernatural phenomena."
"You haven't given up on this idea yet?" Dean took a sip of the spicy noodle soup and grinned happily, "Isn't it a good idea to just be an FBI? If you take this path, you will have no regrets."
"Don't talk nonsense. I specifically talked to Alvin during this period. I have fully accepted his explanation about ghosts and am mentally prepared." The man's expression was firm, but his red and swollen lips looked a little ridiculous. .
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Jingle bell, jingle bell!
The phone ring interrupted their conversation.
"Hello, Lawyer Lucville."
…
"Well, I'll be there soon."
After hanging up the phone, Dean looked at his companion behind him in surprise.
"Have you ever been kissed by the God of Death? If you ask for anything, someone will die. Follow me, maybe I can help you realize your wish today."
…
Dean packed his psychic suit in a briefcase, put on a black business suit, and drove Holden to the Frank Law Firm listed in Lucville, a small law firm with a total of less than twenty A lawyer.
The two of them went all the way upstairs and into the office to find the real owner.
"Is this a police officer from the LVPD?" The lawyer looked at Holden, feeling familiar for some reason.
"Oh, a friend of mine, Holden Ford, is interested in the case and will cooperate with me to do some investigation. Don't worry, you don't need to pay extra. He is absolutely trustworthy."
The lawyer nodded, shook hands with Holden, and handed over a few pages of information, "You two, time is money, let's keep the story short.
"Joan Catree, a thirty-year-old woman, works in a special profession in Las Vegas..."
Dean opened the document and looked at it carefully.
There is a half-length photo of a woman posted in the upper right corner. She has long, slightly curly black hair, fair skin, three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, and a plump bust that makes people think.
The technological content is not low.
…
"What does special occupation mean?" Dean asked knowingly.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Lucville's fat face, and then he described it like this,
"Providing high-end enjoyment to high-end customers in Las Vegas."
"On call?" Dean was stunned and surprised, "Isn't it forbidden by Las Vegas a long time ago?"
Despite the prosperous gambling industry in casinos, laws were introduced many years ago to prohibit another type of industry that does not separate families.
Lucville nodded,
"So Joan Catree is just an escort in the casino and only accepts big clients."
"Are you also one of her clients?"
"Hey, don't make such a joke..." The lawyer's fat face shook, he patted Dean's shoulder hard, and said seriously, "I have a wife and a pair of children, a happy family, and I have never been involved in such bad habits. , not to mention I don’t want to have my license revoked and lose my job.”
"Okay, sorry."
"To get back to the subject, she has a good reputation in the escort industry and has almost no bad reviews. We have been living happily for several years, but something went wrong last week. One of Joan's clients died in the hotel room."
Dean took the coffee and took a sip.
"The guest's name is Jayne Harden. He has unique taste and is more open-minded. He likes to be a servant and be 'taught' by others." Lucville took a sip of coffee with a look of amazement on his face. "So I prepared a mess in advance. tools, such as hanging ropes, blindfolds, and whips.”
Lucville paused, then moved his chubby hands flexibly on the desk, recreating the scene at that time.
"This is how Joan explained to me. She was taking a shower in the bathroom. Maybe the man thought she took too long, so he couldn't wait to role-play in the bedroom. He put on a blindfold, stood on a chair, and put a noose around her neck. .”
"As a result, the man accidentally kicked over the chair and hung himself in the air."
"Joan came out of the bathroom and the man had stopped breathing. She immediately rescued him and called the police, but she still couldn't save him."
Lucville handed over a photo. A fair-skinned man about forty years old wearing only underwear, exposing his body fat, fell to the ground motionless, with dark red marks on his neck, and a man on his head. Black hood.
It looked like a fat pig that had been scalded with boiling water and was about to be slaughtered.
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"The people in the casino are really good at playing."
Dean followed the description and imagined the scene at that time, and couldn't help but smile.
"But the quality of this story is so poor. How can there be such a coincidence in the world? You put your neck in the rope, and an accident happened by accident?"
"I thought it was ridiculous at first, so I did a special investigation." The barrister nodded helplessly. "Jon Catree has a clean financial background. Except for being arrested the day before yesterday, there are no bad records in the file..."
"The deceased had maintained a long-term relationship with Joan and had always had a good opinion of Joan."
"The most important point is that the deceased was six-foot-three and obese, while Jones was petite, five-foot-three, and weighed less than 90 pounds. How could he get a guy nearly twice his weight up there?"
"This is obviously not normal. So, I believe she was wrongly accused..." Lucville said, "I tried my best to clear her name."
Dean and Holden looked at each other and nodded.
"It's a pity that the deceased's family hated Joan so much that they believed she was a murderer and spent a lot of money to hire a barrister to prepare for the crime of killing Joan." Lucville looked at his newly recruited companion expectantly.
"I need strong evidence to clear Qiong's innocence. If you can create the possibility out of the impossible to save Abby, then maybe you can also find evidence and give her a hand."
Lucville clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with a golden light,
"According to the contract, as long as you accept the commission, regardless of success or failure, you will receive a basic reward of five hundred dollars. If you can find important evidence to help the client exonerate the person, then ten thousand dollars will be yours."
Ten thousand is close to the current per capita income per year, and Dean can't help but feel moved.
“This lady is so generous.”
"If this money can save you from twenty years of jail time, it's definitely a bargain." The fat man looked at Dean with piercing eyes. "I won't force you to take the case. You can judge for yourself whether she is worth taking action."
"Don't think about it, I'll take it, but I won't make any promises." Dean replied, and a line of prompts suddenly flashed in front of his eyes -
You triggered the new event "Hotel Mystery".
A man with unique tastes died in a hotel room, and the biggest suspect was his female companion, Joan Catree.
You need to find conclusive evidence of her crime, or clear her name and clear her name.
Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress (0/100)
Deadline: three days
Reward: 60 experience
Punishment: None…
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The fat lawyer said vigorously, "I have made an appointment to see Joan at the detention center tomorrow?"
"Okay, today give me the deceased's information and the hotel room number where he died." Dean felt the warmth of the pillow in his arms, "I'll go to the crime scene and have a look. I have a hunch that there are still missing clues. "
(End of chapter)
