A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 84
At this moment, countless thoughts flooded George's mind.

What If...?
If he had trusted his instincts last night and grabbed Hawke, those corpses would not have appeared.

wrong.

But if he had caught Hawk directly when he heard about the movie theater some time ago, then, at the very least, he could have saved more than a dozen or 20 people.

Correct.

That's right.

For an instant.

A feeling called 'guilt' surged in George's heart instantly.

but……

Hawke listened to this sentence, blinked his eyes, and then looked at George innocently and helplessly with an expression of "I don't even know what the hell you are talking about."

"Detective Stacey, I'm pressing..."

"Snapped!"

George turned around, and with a snap, he threw a few photos of corpses in the folder in front of him that were completely disfigured by the explosion and the fire, and threw them in front of Hawke.

"do you know who he is?"

"..."

Hawke glanced at the photo, which was burned like a bald chicken, then looked up at George in front of him, shaking his head: "I don't know, should I know this person?"

He really didn't recognize the bald chicken in the photo.

Hawke told the truth.

George sneered: "This person is the driver who took you home last night. You won't forget it. I watched you get into this taxi."

While speaking, George put the second photo, the one that had been burned into an empty shell, in front of Hawke.

Hawke looked at the second photo, which looked like a mass of charred black, but miraculously, the license plate was not burnt, and it was even visible, raising his eyebrows.

what is the material.

The entire car body was burned to slag, and the license plate looked blackened, and there was nothing wrong with it?

This license plate is not made of vibration gold.

Hawke thought so.

next second.

Hawke looked up at George, and seemed to understand what was going on: "So, Detective Stacey, what do you mean, I was brought here because of this taxi driver?"

coming.

George looked at Hawke's expression that was a little shocked but still revealing such a taste, and thought to himself, and looked at Hawke: "Why, this time, do you have any coincidence that can explain it?"

From last night to now, it has been no more than twelve hours. I want to see, this time, what reasonable coincidence you use to explain all this.

Thinking so, George crossed his arms and stared at Hawk blankly, as if saying, I'm ready, please start your performance.

Seeing this, Hawk shook his head with a dumb smile.

"I have nothing to explain."

"..."

Hawke looked at George with a dull expression, leaned on the chair, and said directly: "I am a passenger, he is a taxi driver, I have been in this car, and I got off the car when I arrived at the destination. As for why he It's going to be like this, I don't know, I can't explain it, after all, I'm out of the car."

George laughed too.

"is it?"

"Of course!"

George Pi laughed twice, with an expression of 'I caught you': "I checked the surveillance in your community. From last night to this morning, there is no entry and exit record of this car. You still insist on your Is this the reason?"

Hawke smiled brightly.

"Of course, who said that my destination is at the door of my house?"

"……what?"

Hawk looked at the opposite side this time, and listening to his words, George, who was genuinely suffocated for a second, spread his hands and explained with a bright smile: "Because my purpose is not at the door, there seems to be no legal regulation, If I take a taxi, I must get to the door of my house."

no way.

He wanted the giant farmer to show him the surveillance footage of him taking a taxi to the door of his house.

but……

The time is tight, the task is heavy, and most importantly, the main price of the giant farm is too high, and Hawke can't afford the cost of such a fake monitoring for a while.

So I had to settle for the next best thing, and asked the giant farmer to PS out the cheapest fake video.

After listening to Hawke's words, George felt a little suffocated when he saw the smile on Hawke's face.

"You didn't take a taxi to your door?"

"Yes."

"Then where did you get off?"

"I didn't get out of the car."

"..."

Facing George's questioning, Hawke didn't show the slightest impatience, and was even a little calm. He shrugged, smiled and said, "At least, I didn't get out of the car."

"what?"

"I jumped when I was approaching the Hudson River."

"what?"

"Yes, jump out of the car."

Hawke nodded, serious: "I just jumped out of the car, because I found that the driver's driving route was a bit awkward, and he ignored me no matter what I said, and just drove silently. You know, I am an orphan, and I am very vigilant. High, so, just in case there is even a one percent chance that I will never see my sister Lorna again, so when the driver turns into Sixty Street near the Hudson River, I chose to jump."

talking.

Hawke seemed to have thought of something, tilted his head, and looked at George: "If you don't believe me, you can send the police to look in the bathroom on the left hand side of the second floor of my house. It's in the laundry basket. I jumped out of the car and wore it yesterday. clothes are still inside."

Done.

Hawk crossed his hands and looked at George with a smile on his face, as if he didn't mind George's suspicion of him at all.

after all……

George was right to suspect.

but……

He has no proof.

Hawk originally thought he hated police officers, but now, he felt he was wrong.

If the police officer who suspects him is George Stacy, this is actually not annoying at all, and there is even some excitement of dancing on the tip of a knife.

In other words, since he left the army, this kind of feeling that can make his adrenal glands rise slightly has been rare, even when he assassinated Hawkeye on the road, he never felt such a feeling.

This feeling...

Great.

George stared intently at Hawk who gave him a reason that sounded nonsense, turned his head, and glanced at the one-way glass behind him.

Beckett, who was in the observation room, had already called the police officer who had obtained a search warrant and was searching Hawke's home when Hawke was speaking.

The police officers have gone to find specific items according to Beckett's request.

George turned his head back and looked at Hawk, who was sitting across from him.

At this moment.

Looking at Hawke, George suddenly felt that he seemed to see a well. He thought he could see the bottom of the well with his probe, but now he suddenly realized that the bottom of the well he saw was not the bottom of the well. It's just a reflection.

even……

George also saw a playful expression in Hawk's eyes.

Correct.

joke!

As an experienced old police detective, George can be sure that for just a moment, Hawke's eyes did have a look that symbolized joking.

damn it.

George narrowed his eyes.

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"Why call the police?"

Hawke laughed when he heard this question: "When Lorna and I jumped from the trafficker's car on the way from Texas to Indiana, didn't we call the police? I don't like the police because I'm Orphans, for us, the only thing we can rely on is ourselves."

Done.

Hawk looked at George who opened his mouth and tried to say something, stretched out his right hand, and continued: "With all due respect, Detective Stacey, you are not the first detective I contacted, and you I’m not the first parent of a classmate’s family, but I’m sorry, whether it’s you or the other police detectives I know, so far, none of you have left a good impression on me, the same is true for the last one, and the same is true for you, You say I am King, yes, evidence."

He didn't call the police because he was under pressure from the police when he was an orphan.

Reasonable.

Again.

There is no legal provision, and it is illegal for him not to call the police.

George raised his eyebrows, as if he had caught a loophole.

"But you called the police the night your car was stolen, didn't you?"

"No."

Hawk shook his head without even thinking about it: "The night the car was stolen, I called the insured Gongrong Insurance. I was not interested in dealing with the police. It was Gongrong Insurance who called the police. It had nothing to do with me, because I I know what you will do if I call the police, because I am an orphan, you will not suspect whether my car was stolen, but you will suspect that I am an orphan, where did I get the money to buy the car. "

Just like when he and Lorna were still in Chicago, the police detective adoptive father of a female classmate's first reaction was where did he get the money to buy his apartment in Chicago.

Are orphans unable to make money?

This is discrimination.

George fell silent when he heard this.

Because he couldn't find the loopholes in Hawke's words.

At least on the bright side.

at this time.

"Dong dong!"

"Enter."

Beckett pushed open the door of the interrogation room from the outside, walked in, first glanced at Hawke, then walked to George's side, and retrieved the No. 60 Street that Hawke had just mentioned in his hand. The monitoring screen tablet was handed over to George: "What Hawk said is true, he did jump out of the car. To be precise, he jumped out at 45:[-] last night."

what?
When George heard what Beckett said, he glanced at Beckett in surprise, took the tablet, and looked at the surveillance video on it.

into the eye.

A yellow car driving at high speed appeared in the surveillance video. Immediately afterwards, the rear door of the car seemed to be opened, and then a black shadow seemed to roll down from the car and came to the side of the road. Rolled twice on the ground and rolled to the side of the road. When he stood up, he could vaguely see a man with blond hair wearing a casual suit and about 1.7 meters tall. After he got up, he seemed to see something , turned around directly, and under the watchful eyes of the monitor, climbed over the guardrail, and plunged into the Hudson River with a bang.

"This……"

"..."

(End of this chapter)