【Cae Detective PARO】Red Dahlia

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Every normal man must be attempted at timestospitonhishands, hoisttheblackflag, andbegintoslitthroats. - HLMencken

[Henry Louis Mencken (American journalist, essayist, magazine editor, columnist): Every normal person will be eager to spit in the palm of his hand from time to time, raise a black flag, and cut other people's throats. 】

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2017. 8, 4

Bump City "Desire and the Wind of Pride Contaminated by Snowflakes" Magazine Time 12:20

"Officers, the business of magazines and newspapers is not doing well right now. Do you know how difficult it is to find a replacement for a columnist after she disappears?"

In fact, for Zitang Huan, the person he dislikes dealing with is the reporter, especially the kind of self-professional reporter who comes out of the journalism department of a third-rate university and writes nonsense on a tabloid.God knows if those paparazzi have any moral conscience. Every time they encounter a difficult case, the paparazzi of the small magazine will sniff their noses and run to the gate of the police station to make trouble, and then give three or four hundred to the cleaning lady to let them Steal some information from the police station (this kind of thing really happened, Daniel’s blood pressure was so high that time, and later the police detective whose information was stolen was transferred to a small mountain village as the director and stole it. Auntie Baojie gave the information to the reporter, but she was sent away by the HR department without paying her salary for a month, and she must face criminal punishment for obstructing official duties. You mean the reporter who stuffed money? The lawsuit with him has not yet been completed Well.) Then every time they get a little bit of gossip, they will drag the matter into state secrets there, and if they don’t get the news, they will talk nonsense on their paper, and what they say is as bad as it sounds.Journalists from small magazines and newspapers are especially difficult to deal with. They don’t have long-term contracts with their newspapers, but they want to write big news. If the award is so good, those illustrators should be the most deserving ones.

Abby also doesn't like those tabloid reporters, not only because they like to exaggerate the facts, making life difficult for all of them and making the progress of the investigation and evidence collection difficult, but more importantly, those guys do everything for the news. Can do it.

A tragic car accident happened in the suburbs of Bump City a few months ago. A bus fell off a cliff, and 32 passengers and a driver on board failed to survive. This kind of thing was very painful. Abby and her brother I have to deal with the grief-stricken family members of the deceased, but who would have imagined that in the reception room, there would be three or four reporters pulling the crying family members and asking extremely offensive questions, even if the security guards came behind, those people would not stop I asked the family members how sad they were about this incident, to what extent they were sad, and how much insurance premium they thought they could get.Amy angrily threw the frozen pancreas that was sent by the University of Medical Sciences to the faces of those guys. Although the effect was not good, seeing those guys vomited for half an hour because of the stench of the pancreas, Abby still felt Very cool.

Both of them didn't like reporters, especially the difficult paparazzi, and after they came to the "Desire and Snowflakes' Pride" magazine where the deceased worked, they wanted to finish asking questions and leave as soon as possible.Of course, they wouldn't be so stupid as to report that they came to investigate the murder of the paparazzi Sicily Elson here. If they said they were here to investigate why she turned into a skeleton, God knows what the many journalists here who could add fuel to her murder by virtue of being her colleagues could write.Zitang Huan can even guess that if he told the newspaper editor in front of him who was full of flesh and looked at them with a displeased face, would he first regret that he lost someone or be happy that he could pay one less salary, or just directly Tell the employees of the print magazines behind you to start writing Cicily Elson's memorial.

"Listen, officers, if you're here to investigate that woman's disappearance, you do whatever you want, and I'm going to fire her no matter what and take her to court about the miner she's been around for so long."

"Well... so."

Then you have to prepare a seance before she can hire a lawyer.Zi Tanghuan slandered in his heart, he could only agree with the editor-in-chief with Abby beside her, and decided to arrest Xi Xili Eilson before he changed his mind and asked the two of them for a search warrant. I got all the information. After the editor-in-chief scolded the Internet for making magazines and newspapers unable to survive in this era, my subordinates could only go to Weibo and Twitter to find news posted by others to feed their own magazines. After supplementing the materials, he brought Abby and Zitang Huan to the desk of the deceased with the key.

"Look at whatever you want. If you find that woman, remember to tell her that I will sue her."

"Mmmmmmm..."

After perfunctory, the editor-in-chief returned to his office and continued to read the materials.Zitang held a stack of suspicious celebrity gossip found by Xi Xili Eilson, and Abby held another stack of photos that were obviously taken secretly. When the two of them did this, there was a Quite a few looked towards them, sizing them up with curious eyes.

"I guess they more or less guessed that Xi Xili Elson is dead."

"Believe me, no one would have guessed that she turned into the skeleton you found in medical school. And we are here only as police officers investigating her disappearance, so those people dare not mess around without accurate information. write something."

It's a pity that the two of them searched there for a long time, but they didn't find any valuable clues. The suspicious gossip about celebrities that Zitang Huan found in the stack of Xicili Eilson had either been exposed or completely funny. It’s a gimmick, and the photos of Abby’s candid photos can be found on Facebook and Instagram casually, and those photos were not taken by Sicily Elson, she seems to be photos taken by other paparazzi Download it, wash it out and pretend it was taken by yourself.The most important thing is that among such a huge amount of data, there is no evidence that Sicily Eilson investigated the suspicious female star, Patricia Lal.Zitang Huan turned on the office desktop used by the deceased and sat down to look for clues.

"Not a single word in the document mentions Patricia Lal, and none of the photographs are of her."

Abby put the document back in its original place, while Zitang tapped the keyboard for a while and shook his head.

"This computer was reinstalled and the hard disk was cleaned up a month ago."

"Was it the murderer or someone sent by Patricia Lal?"

"It's not like, the timeline is a month ago, nothing happened at that time, and going to other people's office to clean up the computer, this action is too big, even if someone sneaked into this magazine in the middle of the night to clean up Xixi All of Li Elson's things, how could she have no response at all when she went to work the next day."

"You mean, she cleaned it herself?"

"possible."

Zitang Huan looked at the dodgy eyes around him, and decided what he should do.An hour later, the two came out of the newspaper office with the statements of eight newspaper reporters.

I have to admire their keen sense of smell. They did guess that Xicili had died, so Zitang and Abby neither denied nor admitted. In order to get good materials, they basically told the truth. , Xicili Eilson has indeed been busy with something important in the past two months. Her colleagues often see her working overtime until late at night, and this is very difficult for this young woman who leaves early from time to time to make coffee. unusual.At the same time, some of her colleagues naturally knew about the quarrel like shrews swearing at the street, but because Xicili refused to disclose anything, they couldn't ask.As for cleaning up the computer, some colleagues remembered that Xi Xili reinstalled the system herself because she wanted to upgrade the antique computer in this office.From this point of view, no matter what Xicili found out, she wanted the exclusive headlines instead of letting her colleagues get any share of the action.

And according to this inference, since Xicili didn't keep any materials in the office, the only possible storage place is her home.However, they would have to obtain a search warrant if they were to gain access to her home.

"So what now?"

"Have lunch and see if we can get a court warrant for us to go to Cicily's house from a judge I know."

"Couldn't Miss Qiu do it?"

"On the basis of such a strong stake, especially since Jin is also the current direct investigator of this case, if one day the murderer is caught for court evidence questioning, the search warrant we obtained with Sister Qiu will be killed by the defense lawyer No piece of armor left."

In other words, now I can only find a judge who is not related to this case and who is very familiar with me to sign this search warrant.In fact, Zitang has no hope of finding valuable clues in the deceased's home. Leaving aside those officers from the National Security Bureau, it is very likely that the first thing the murderer did after killing Xicili's mouth was to kill her family. Everything inside is destroyed.And this is something that all police detectives don't want to happen, because in this way, all the clues they get will be cut off.

"I want to buy a cup of bitter gourd milk tea, what would you like to drink?"

"Lemon black tea, less ice and more sugar."

Let's hope our investigation doesn't turn into the worst...

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2017. 8, 4

Thai Xiangmang Restaurant Time 19:38

If Lei Shi had a time machine in his hand now, he would travel back 5 hours without hesitation, and smash An Mixiu's phone before his parents called.He swears that this is the meal he wants to die the most. He has been called to them by the dean, the principal, the instructor of the police academy, the head captain when he was a patrolman, and now he is the chief of the detective team. The number of times the office is too numerous to count.He has never been out of the ranks of problem students, but... having dinner with his family members is better than going to his chief's office to report with old Dan's ashen face, he would rather choose the latter.

"It's just a meal, doesn't it matter?"

"...Brother, if you really think so, will you call me?"

After they came back from the Starbucks where Patricia Lal organized the fan meeting, Leishi called his brother Camille immediately. From the background of Camille came the noise of teenagers and the video played during class. He could guess that Camille was still investigating with Amy at the school.Ignoring these things, he still wanted to ask Camille for his advice on what to do when he had dinner with An Mixiu's parents tonight.

"I'm a teacher of criminal psychology, not an emotional psychologist, brother."

"I know, but you've studied psychology for this too, haven't you?"

You just want to save the high consultation fee of a psychiatrist and come to me to discuss how to meet parents, right?Camille rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone, and he understood his elder brother's little thoughts in his heart, but he didn't expose it, but instead asked Leishi a question.

"Brother, you and Brother An have come here, why can't you do it at this time?"

"It's different!"

"It's just meeting a parent, bro. Nothing to worry about"

"This is not to meet the parents, it's just...to have a meal..."

Who believes it?And you and Brother An have never seen such a big storm before, but are scared now?Camille sighed helplessly. Although he holds the position of a professor of psychology, he is really not a marriage counseling psychologist. The difference between the two is ridiculous.It doesn't matter whether his elder brother understands it or not, anyway, Camille hung up the phone after telling his elder brother all the psychology knowledge he could tell.And Lei Shi didn't understand the terms he didn't understand at all. After his brother hung up the phone, he hurriedly took out the cigarette case and lit one for himself.

That's right, the leader of Leishi, who is fearless and fearless, is panicking a lot now.

On the phone just now, Camille told him that he should go to see An Mixiu's parents with the mentality of going to see his principal or dean. In the final analysis, he wanted to prepare himself, but Lei Shi knew this in his heart. It's completely two different things. You must know that those teaching directors and principals are yelling at me with violent storms. It's OK for me to sit in the office with my legs crossed with an indifferent attitude, but An Mixiu's parents really can't let him There is no attitude.

So, just like that, he spent an afternoon looking for the suit and tie that he kept in the deepest part of the closet, then cleaned them a few times, and ironed them with an iron several times.He took off his turban, put on hair oil, and put on his least favorite white shirt and suit trousers, and these actions really surprised An Mixiu who had gone to the police station and returned home.

Think about your boyfriend who wears children’s clothes twice a day, suddenly puts on a black suit and a dark blue tie one afternoon, and puts shoe polish on the leather shoes that have accumulated dust in the shoe cabinet for an unknown number of years on the sofa. what an idea.

Seeing An Mixiu who walked into the living room with a pile of documents, Lei Shi got up and put away the leather shoes and then helped An Mixiu put those documents into the bedroom.

"Wow, the last time I saw you in a formal suit was at Detective Prince's funeral two years ago."

"I have always hated suits, but I have to wear them for formal occasions."

"Who said it wasn't."

An Mixiu wears a suit on more occasions than Lei Shi, because sometimes if there are regular events in the bureau, he often attends as a representative of the police detectives. He takes out his dark blue suit and red tie with ease.While ironing the clothes, I called everyone and said that the two of them were going out for dinner. During the investigation, the summary was later, and when it was almost seven o'clock, two young men in suits and leather shoes drove to the Taixiangmang restaurant. .

It was An Mixiu's mother's idea to choose this restaurant. She likes curry and seafood very much, and Thai food can completely satisfy her appetite. After Mixiu greeted a middle-aged couple with a smile on their faces, Lei Shi felt that the meal tonight would be very special.

Facts have proved that the meal was not as bad as Lei Shi imagined, because this restaurant likes to provide customers with satisfactory and sufficient dishes through large plates, so the four of them ordered their own food, An Mixiu's parents One person ordered a yellow curry beef brisket ramen with green papaya salad and the other ordered Tom Yum Kung soup with Thai vermicelli spring rolls and coconut milk cake.An Mixiu ordered a steamed sea bass with green curry and red pepper from this restaurant, while Lei Shi ordered Thai chicken fried noodles with a red curry beef rib.During this meal, the parents and children chatted naturally. They talked about An Mixiu's former school days and the days when An Mixiu just became a police officer. The atmosphere at the dinner table became active, and after talking about the work of An Mixiu's parents and some work details, the topic naturally inevitably turned to topics such as their current case and their current life and thoughts.

"So you two are working on a big case, right?"

"Mom, this question needs to be kept secret, as you know."

"I know, I know, but I'm curious."

"Okay, okay, don't discuss this kind of issue at the dinner table."

An Mixiu's father interrupted his wife, and they continued to enjoy dinner until everything was clean.

"So, Leishi, can I just call you by your name?"

"of course can."

An Mixiu's father took a sip of tea, looked at Lei Shi and continued.

"So it's admirable that you're coming out of a business as big as your family's to be a police officer."

"My old man said that I was rebellious. He once arranged my life for me, but I just quit. Then I chose the police academy after the college entrance examination."

"To come out of such a wealthy family and then be able to be a detective chief in a police department at your age is a remarkable achievement."

"Thank you."

The waiter removed the plates from the table, and both Lei Shi and An Mixiu had subtle expressions.

"Actually, I'm sorry that it took us so long to officially meet, Lei Shi, you are amazing."

Lei Shi responded to An Mixiu's father's praise with a smile, and then the desserts were delivered to the table one by one. Lei Shi got up and said to go to the toilet, leaving An Mixiu and his parents to continue chatting. Once in the toilet, He immediately took out his mobile phone and called Camille.

"Hey, big brother."

"I swear I'm going to kick the guy who licensed you as a lecturer in psychology."

"..."

On the other end of the phone, Camille was choosing short sleeves and trousers in a clothing store, while Amy was sitting on the sofa next to the counter, playing a small game.Hearing the voice of his elder brother who was holding back his anger, he guessed it was about dinner.

"So this dinner went well?"

"This is a fucking dinner with the parents, fuck me."

"What's the matter, Brother An's parents are not satisfied with you?"

Lei Shi tugged on the tie that was too tight, and sighed.

"No, they are simply model parents. They are warm, hospitable, and very friendly to me. The most important thing is that they are very satisfied with my association with An Mixiu. Things are unexpectedly good and cannot be better. "

"but...?"

"This is not what I imagined..."

Camille's hand stopped, and he casually took a few clothes of his size from the counter and handed them to the salesperson.

"I don't know, I love An Mixiu very much, but I'm in a complete mood right now...I don't even know what I'm thinking right now. Fuck, what the hell happened to me...Okay, I won't say anymore , I went back to eat."

Listening to Leishi's low growl and final helpless voice, Camille felt that his elder brother's emotional control still had a long way to go.