Dean drove for a quarter of an hour to Barrett Quinn's apartment in North Las Vegas.
He circled the apartment complex.
There is a bright surveillance camera installed above the door of the apartment, and a black and strong security guard is standing inside the door.
Dean quietly walked around the alley behind the apartment and looked up. Rows of black iron pipes hung from the top of the building to the bottom, just like a ready-made "vertical ladder."
Moreover, there is no surveillance in the back alley, and there is no one on the nearby balcony, making it a good place to move.
Dean is optimistic about the pipes corresponding to rooms 7-12 where Barrett Quinn lives.
Twisting his wrists, ankles, and neck, his bones and joints crackled like firecrackers.
Holding the pipe with both hands, the muscles of both arms under the shirt are wriggling like earthworms, and the latissimus dorsi muscles are twisted into an inverted triangle.
Kick your toes at the connection between the pipe and the wall.
Use your strength!
歘——
Dean used his hands and feet to jump up quickly, his movements smooth without any pause, like a gecko crawling against the wall, transcending the shackles of gravity.
After breathing for about twenty seconds, he jumped to the height of the seventh floor. His body suddenly paused, his limbs tightened and gathered strength again, and he flew towards the balcony guardrail on the right.
The strong figure slowed down halfway through the flyby, paused at an altitude of twenty meters above the ground, and was about to fall.
Bo——
The translucent "shadow" suddenly flew to Dean's feet and turned into a suspended stepping stone.
He stepped lightly with his right foot, used the force to jump to the side, pressed his palm on the balcony guardrail, and rolled into the balcony as nimbly as a civet cat.
Dean stood on the balcony and looked down, taking a deep breath.
The movie is indeed a lie. If it weren't for superhuman physical fitness and the help of the film, it would be really difficult to climb to the balcony of a high-rise building.
But he didn't have time to sigh, looking at the interior through the wooden door of the balcony from God's perspective.
An ordinary bedroom with four white walls, simple layout and furnishings, neat and clear at a glance.
Ying went through the gap and opened the balcony door. Dean put on gloves on his hands and walked into the bedroom. He searched from a God's perspective. The room was not big and there were not many places to hide things.
In ten minutes, he searched through the closet, drawers, bed bottom, mattress, and pillowcases. In addition to the usual documents and a few sets of old-fashioned clothes, Dean unexpectedly found a small and smooth key. It was in very new condition and had no markings. Numbers or place names shimmer with metallic luster, obviously not used frequently.
With a thought, Dean put the keys into the transparent plastic bag he carried with him.
God's perspective turned to the bathroom, swept across the bathroom mirror cabinet and basin cabinet, and finally penetrated the toilet water tank.
Dean's eyes moved and a smile appeared on his lips. He opened the top cover of the water tank, reached out and took out a waterproof bag that was pressed down by a stone.
There was a stack of photos in the bag.
Dean randomly picked out a picture. The background was on a certain floor of the Gawain Hotel. Joan Catree was walking through the corridor in a red dress, showing off her beautiful profile.
Dean looked through them one by one, and in addition to Joan Catree, there were also photos of the deceased Jayne Harden.
Most of the shooting locations are in the corridors, halls, restaurants, event rooms of the Kovan Hotel...
Occasionally on the streets of Las Vegas, next to the mall.
The shooting angles are tricky, sideways, and mostly diagonally... It can be seen that the photographer was hiding in a dark place to take the photos secretly.
Nevertheless, these photos vividly show the graceful figure and beauty of this escort girl. The alternating changes of light, shadow and color reveal Barrett Quinn's profound photography skills.
But Jayne Harden's photos are of a completely different style. Barrett cleverly uses the scenery and architectural obstructions in the environment to make this out-of-shape middle-aged man look like he has missing arms and legs. , like a disabled person and an imbecile who cannot take care of himself.
Most of Jayne's photos have a shocking red cross drawn on them.
Barrett's hatred for him was undisguised, and the suspicion in Dean's heart was infinitely magnified.
The investigation progress jumped from 70% to 80%.
…
Dean took the photos and keys downstairs and drove back to the hotel.
…
Four p.m.
In the restaurant on the top floor of the Gowan Hotel, a few guests tasted desserts and enjoyed afternoon tea leisurely.
Holden and Dean were sitting at the table in the corner, and their eyes occasionally glanced at a waiter in the restaurant who was wearing a single-collar shirt, a vest, and a black tie.
He had a huge hooked nose and a polite smile on his face.
"Barrett Quinn worked hard. Except for taking a half-hour break in the middle, he didn't say a word. He was like a mute. With this performance, he can be selected as the best employee of the day." Holden took a sip of coffee and said "Also, I searched his locker and found only some clothing and a camera, but the film was untouched."
"I made some inquiries from the side. He was not in the work area during the time of the crime, so he had time to commit the crime."
"I knew it was this guy." Dean asked about the evidence sealed in the plastic bag. "Can the photos and keys I brought back be used as evidence to convict him?"
Holden thought for a while,
"The photo proves Barrett's obsession with Joan and hatred for Jayne. It proves that Barrett has a motive for committing the crime. Moreover, you preserved it well and did not leave any unnecessary fingerprints."
"And this key was tried to open the door of 2-21 just now. He should have secretly prepared it. This proves that Barrett was able to sneak into the room the day before yesterday and kill Jayne."
"Although these two are not direct evidence, they contain good gold and can be used as supporting evidence."
Dean felt happy, and then heard the bad news.
"But unfortunately, you obtained them illegally and cannot bring them to court."
The smile on Dean's face froze, "Are you kidding me?"
"This is not a joke, this is a rule. Evidence obtained illegally may have been illegally processed and no longer convincing."
"Then the evidence I worked so hard to collect is of no use at all?"
"At least this allows us to further confirm Barrett's suspicion." Holden handed the photo back to Dean, "You should return the evidence to its original place first, and then we can go to his house to search for the evidence after we get the search warrant." , then it’s justifiable and can be used.”
"The search warrant?"
"A search warrant is not as easy to apply as an arrest warrant. We have to confirm Barrett's suspicion first. It will take at least a few days... Don't believe it? Call Lucville and ask. The barrister will explain more to you. clear."
Dean tilted his head and looked at Holden's serious face, "I now understand why the COP's case handling efficiency is so low."
"The facts are right in front of you. You insist on overthrowing them all in accordance with the laws and rules and starting over again. Isn't this a waste of time?"
"But looking at it from another perspective, this kind of rigid and strict law can also avoid unjust, false and wrong cases to the greatest extent, avoid being beaten and framed." Holden looked at his indignant companion and explained,
This statement couldn't help but make a piece of news flash in Dean's mind. In later generations, there was a famous case of Simpson killing his wife, because the police adopted certain illegal methods, which led to the failure of important evidence.
In the end, Simpson was found not guilty and continues to be at large.
"I used to be as passionate and righteous as you. I used psychological knowledge to break down the psychological defenses of suspects, causing them to collapse without causing trouble, and then successfully closed the case."
Holden continued,
"Even without the evidence, I still took this extreme approach and I'm proud of it."
"Later...I swallowed the bitter pill." He paused, a hint of bitterness flashed across his face, and took a deep breath.
"In short, your method might work in rural towns where management was more casual many years ago."
"But it's 1981, and we are in a big city like Las Vegas, and the lawyers hired by Jayne Harden's family are serious about it and are using all their strength to send June to jail. We must follow the rules. Follow the rules and regulations so that they are blameless.”
"Be patient, Dean..." Holden patted his shoulder comfortingly and glanced at the waiter serving tea not far away, "We have locked the target. As long as we follow the legal procedures step by step, the murderer will be 100% sure." There is no escape.”
…
But the time given by the system is only one day.
Dean picked up the coffee and took a sip, feeling a faint sense of powerlessness in his heart.
With his ability, it would be easy to deal with the suspect Barrett without anyone noticing.
But in order to rescue Joan who was wronged, Barrett had to be convicted according to the rules of human society and in strict and slow procedures.
He seemed to be locked in a narrow, dark, and dull iron cage called law, with nowhere to use his strength.
"Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds," he asked Holden, "that would comply with the rules and also end the case quickly?"
"Of course..." Holden took a sip of coffee, a light mist covering his face with a joking expression, "If Barrett Quinn surrenders, then all problems will be solved."
"What did you say? Do it again!"
The movement was a little loud, and the guests nearby cast curious glances.
Holden quickly smiled apologetically at everyone, pointed at his companions, then at his own brain, then lowered his voice and repeated,
"I said the real murderer surrendered!"
Let him surrender? !
Dean was suddenly excited and his eyes were filled with surprise, as if he had won the lottery jackpot!
Holden felt an inexplicable chill on his back,
"What's your expression?"
Del!
Dean snapped his fingers and grinned.
"Thank you for the reminder. Once I rescue Joan, I'll treat you to deluxe noodles."
"Don't be impulsive!" Holden thought of something and his expression tightened.
"Believe me, man, have I ever let you down?" Dean stood up and draped his suit over his shoulders, "Let's go, return the photos and keys to their original owners first. Then... Jayne Harden's body is still lying there. The morgue?"
"It should still be there, what on earth do you want to do?"
A deep ravine formed between Holden's brows, and an ominous feeling arose in his heart.
"I want to break this boring cage!" The smile on Dean's face showed strong confidence, "I want to solve the problem from the source!"
(End of chapter)
