Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 107. 107. Outlaws: Dean

At nine o'clock in the evening, LVPD faded away from the hustle and bustle of the day, and it was as quiet as a coffee shop.

A few officers on duty in the bureau were chatting at the reception.

A black cop as strong as a bull quips at Holden,
"You buddy, you are not young, you are handsome, and you have a good job. It's time to consider finding a wife to get married. Otherwise, the house has been deserted, don't you feel lonely?"

Holden shrugged, disapproving,
"Where is a woman's work interesting? Don't you think that the sense of accomplishment of finding the murderer from the intricate mystery is better than the orgasm!"

"Listen, everyone, are these human words?" Another police officer gave Holden a look like a monster, then stretched out his hand and squeezed his biceps, "Is it possible that you are wearing human skin?" machine?"

"I'm not just a machine, I'm also a master of prophecy." Holden followed his words with a mysterious smile, looking at the dark night outside the gate, "I guess someone will surrender tonight and be responsible for the case with Gerich related."

"Haha, this is really specific. Did God give you a dream last night?" The black man laughed loudly, "You guessed it right, I will pay for all the lunches for the rest of this month."

Blacks were quick to bleed for their generosity.

Less than half an hour.

A hook-nosed man in a thin black shirt with hunched shoulders and an uneasy expression, as if he had been strongly frightened, entered the police station, and opened his mouth under the surprised gaze of the receptionist,

"I want to surrender, I killed someone!"

……

trial room.

The man who threw himself into the net was handcuffed.

Gerich, who came overnight, took out the transcript, and another team member turned on the recording device.

"Name."

"Barrett Quinn."

"age?"

"32 is old."

"Where do you live?"

"North Las Vegas, Janey Apartments 7-12."

"Mr. Barrett Quinn," Gerich put down his pen, his eyes narrowed into a line, "I ask you to think again, are you sure that you killed him in room 2-21 of the Gawain Hotel at ten o'clock in the morning two days ago? Dead Mr. Jayne Harden?"

His attitude is quite bad. The case has almost locked the suspect Joan Cartridge, and at the critical moment, such a troublesome thing pops up again, overturning their past efforts.

"Didn't you drink too much and talk nonsense with me? This is the police station, be serious!"

"I didn't drink." Barrett raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the two, his tone was firm, and the stuttering disease he used to heal without medicine.

But he put his hands together and pressed his forehead, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, he recounted the process of committing the crime with regret, and answered all the police's questions.

The tone of the whole process was urgent, as if he did not come to the police station to surrender, but to receive relief food.

"I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted to make a joke."

……

"You are an adult, you understand that this kind of behavior is much worse than jokes, pranks, and voyeurism, and it is no different from murder!" Gerich's eyes became serious, "Why did you do this?"

"See those pictures?"

Gerich casually flipped through a few photos, his eyelids twitched, "Are you still stalking and taking photos of Joan Cartri and Jayne?"

"I have a crush on Joan." Barrett took a deep breath, looked up at the detective, his eyes were red, "so I'm jealous of Jayne who is dating her."

"They go so far on every date, so crazy, crazy!"

He raised his head and knocked on the interrogation table with both hands, spattering
"And I, a little transparent, can only sneak and peek in the closet forever."

"There's nothing fair about this opposite treatment, and I'm crazy with envy."

"Jayne put on an 'defenseless' posture at the time, and sent his neck to my knife, and in my mind, the idea of ​​doing it suddenly popped up!"

He paused, bowed his head and choked,

"My hands and feet became uncontrollable, I hurt him... woo woo..."

He hugged his head and cried.

……

Gerich checked the transcript.

"Why are you turning yourself in now? Conscience found out?"

Barrett cried for a while, staring at the void with his eyes, his red and swollen cheeks twitched, and the great horror flashed away in his tear-filled eyes.

Because Jayne's ghost came to me.

He said to himself, but he couldn't explain it that way, otherwise he wouldn't live to the next day.

As a last consolation, Barrett Quinn could only find a great excuse for his mean behavior.

"I heard from my colleagues that Joan Katri, who was wronged, may be sentenced to more than ten years in prison."

"My goddess is innocent." His swollen cheeks were full of tenderness. "She has nothing to do with the case. She shouldn't suffer such a terrible punishment."

"That's why I'm here." He raised his head and asked eagerly, like an infatuated lover, "Can she leave? Can she regain her freedom?"

"If you didn't lie just now, she is not guilty."

"Then, will I be sentenced to death?" Barrett wiped away tears and asked nervously,
"There is a circumstance of surrender, which is not enough for the death penalty. But whether you have premeditated or not, further investigation is needed."

Gerich delivered a steaming cup of coffee, shook his head and sighed,
"Because of jealousy, impulsive crime."

"Because of admiration, he suddenly came to his senses and surrendered himself. It's really a third-rate love story."

……

Holden, who was listening outside the glass window of the interrogation room, showed a hint of sarcasm,
"This guy really dares to put gold on his face and sacrifice himself for love. How great. But in any case, this case should be almost over."

Holden looked at his companions beside him,

"Congratulations, Dean, you successfully bypassed the cumbersome legal procedures and managed the matter beautifully without killing anyone. You are an outlaw!"

"Outlaw fanatic? Nice nickname...I'll accept it." Dean, who disarmed the simulacrum, changed Jayne Harden's baggy oversized blue suit into his own black suit, But there are still obvious traces of sweat on the slightly tired face, and the pain of mimicry is still astonishing.

Holden asked again, "What kind of magic did you use on him, hypnotism? Don't say it's because of love, even a patient with Alzheimer's disease can't believe such a ridiculous excuse."

"What did I say before? Soul," Dean couldn't tell the truth, exposing his second ability of mimicry, he could only find an excuse, "I used Jayne's blood to summon his ghost to Barbados. Wright's apartment and had the two of them face to face for an hour. It seemed to work."

"It's still fun to have the murderer confront the ghost of the victim," Holden's lips trembled and his eyes lit up. "You're a genius, did Barrett get scared to pee?"

"More than that, he cried and called his mother." Dean couldn't help grinning. During today's operation, he seemed to have turned on a switch that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and a certain evil taste was fully aroused.

Using "similarity" and "shadows of the past" to pretend to be a ghost and scare people, watching the murderer get scared to death, and then surrender himself, is more interesting than killing people with a gun headshot.

Super powers are not only used to show off muscles and fight.

"Dude, look in the mirror, you're smiling like a pervert." Holden raised his eyebrows,
"It's the same for you." Dean straightened his collar, winked at him, and walked out. "Holden, you already know my secret. You've boarded a pirate ship. Don't let it out."

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool, I don't want to be locked up in a mental hospital." A light flashed across Holden's face, looking at the stars in the night sky, he solemnly swore, "Whether it's a psychic or Gru Stone's Even if Satan threatens to send me to hell, I'll keep it a secret for you. That's my promise."

The experience of these two days was like a dream. He spent decades in the normal human world, and today he finally stepped into the supernatural world with half his foot. All of this is due to Dean.

"What Gru Stone, I don't understand?" Dean's face sank,
"Relax, you didn't leave any evidence at the time, and I'm on the same side as you. I think the ogre family should all be damned, and the law can't judge these rich people and give them the death penalty. You are right. !"

"But I still say that old saying, I hope you grasp the balance between method and madness, and never cross the bottom line, otherwise you will miss it sooner or later."

Dean's eyes looking at Holden suddenly became as deep as an abyss,
Suffocation and depression jumped out of the air like a beast, showing sharp minions.

But Holden just smiled calmly,
"Let's let the past pass, can you point me to the psychic ceremony now?"

Dean punched the temple, sighed, opened the door of the Bronco on the side of the road and got in.

"You can't learn it. The talent of a psychic medium is extremely rare. It can only appear in tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people. But unfortunately, you are not among them."

"I haven't tried it, how can you be sure?" Holden sat on the co-pilot and said with a smile,
"Then let's go, go to room 2-21, you have a try."

……

The next evening.

Dean received the news that the case had come to an end, that Barrett Quinn was locked up in the detention center, and Joan Cartri was released on bail, almost exonerated.

Frank Law Firm.

Lawyer Lucville, client Joan Cartri, detective Dean, and "assistant" Holden gathered together.

Lukewei pouted, and shook hands with the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Great job, your efficiency is beyond my imagination, the remuneration agreed in the contract has been transferred to your account, and I will help you with tax issues."

The corner of Dean's mouth was slightly raised, and he earned a total of [-] dollars in three days, which came faster than the robbery.

"Dean, Lucville told me everything, you saved my life and my career."

Joan Katui's eyes were rippling, and she stepped forward and gave him a big hug.

The fragrance is full, and the instant plump and full touch makes Dean lose his mind slightly, and his eyes turn——

The girl who regained her freedom is no longer pale and haggard in the detention center. She has delicate light makeup on her face, and her skin is delicate and glowing white.

Under the black one-shoulder dress, the snow-white rich capital and the buttocks are looming, and the toned thighs are smooth, sexy and glamorous.

For a moment of Dean's absence.

The seductive flaming red lips suddenly approached him again, forcing a sweet kiss.

To put a blush on his lips,

"I'll always remember your help, uh... [-]% off in the future, uh, I haven't dated an Asian yet."

Joan Katri exhaled hot air into Dean's ear, then stuffed a small piece of paper into his palm, scratched it, blinked playfully, and had a charming smile on his face.

Dean smiled slightly, and quietly squeezed the business card in his palm into a ball of waste paper and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

You have to spend money on dating, are you looking down on him?

"Ahem..." Holden, who was watching from the side, had subtle eyes.

"Almost forgot about you, sir, and you have contributed a lot." With a charming smile, Joan politely reached out and shook Holden's hand.

"What are your plans next, Ms. Joan?"

"I can't stay in the Gaowen Hotel any longer. I'm going to change to another base." The woman wrinkled her nose with lingering fears. "I will narrow down the scope of my business and never touch dangerous 'games' in the future. To avoid accidents happening again."

"a wise decision."

"Then three, see you next time! I'm looking forward to your visit!" The escort girl blew three kisses towards her, twisted her waist, and left the office gracefully.

The three men slowly looked away.

A reminder flashed before Dean's eyes.

Event - Hotel Mystery, [-]% progress.

You use psychic skills and profiling to discover the real culprit, and then "pretend to be a ghost" to get him to surrender.

You flexibly got rid of the rigid legal shackles and cleared Joan's name in just three days.

The event is complete.

You can withdraw rewards at any time.

extract!

Experience +60
Lv3(140→200/400)
……

"Dean, signing a contract with you is the most correct decision I have made this year. But how did you do it?" The barrister's wise eyes flashed with puzzlement, "I have been in this business for more than 20 years, and I have never seen A criminal who turns himself in overnight is like being brainwashed."

Dean laughed and said nothing.

Lucville didn't ask any more questions when he saw this,

"This cooperation is pleasant, but I admit that I underestimated your talent." The barrister raised his coffee cup towards him, "Continue to cooperate next time, and I promise you will get a more matching reward."

"Then we are mutually beneficial." Dean smiled and clinked a glass with him.

You can gain experience and earn money at the same time, so why not do it.

Saying goodbye to the lawyer who was in a good mood, Dean left the office and got into the car on the side of the road. He took out a knife in his pocket, about thirty and one hundred, and handed it to Holden beside him with a big hand.

"What do you mean? Bribe me?" The latter pushed the money back.

"Without your help, this case could not be settled so quickly. This is the hard-earned money you deserve. Take it." Dean turned the steering wheel, and the car slowly drove onto the road.

"I don't need to raise a wife and children, and I don't need that much money." Holden said with a firm attitude, "You should thank me for exchanging supernatural news with me and helping me solve the case?"

Regret flashed across his face, and the attempt last night made him deeply understand that he was just an ordinary person.

But it doesn't matter, he has extraordinary friends, and the ability of psychic communication is tailor-made for police detectives. It can be used to solve cases without any disadvantages, so it must be used!
"Psychic medium Dean, I will serve you at any time." Dean took back the money and threw him a chocolate bar to fill his stomach. "It happens that you are also hungry, so come to my house for dinner?"

"Noodle?"

"Well, I can't do anything else."

"Dean, I seriously warn you." Holden moved his buttocks on the passenger seat with a look of fear, "Don't put chili on me this time, not even slightly spicy!"

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