In the cemetery, the trees are shaded, and the tombstones with different styles but most of them stand quietly on a cross. Some things are written on these tombstones, which may be the description of the dead before their death, or they may be just the nostalgia of the family. But in the scene where countless tombstones stretch up along the hillside, a stele without words stands strangely. This stele without words has only one cross, and there is no photo of the dead on the cross, like a road sign that does not write anything.

However, something unexpected happened. A person on the cemetery path in the cemetery walked over to the tombstone. When he approached, he squatted in front of the tombstone without seeing any sight.

He is Joe, the only person in his pussy who has the ability to challenge Los Angeles' number one detective.

"I'm here to tell you some bad news."

Qiao didn't look at the tombstone at all, and squatted sideways on the tombstone and looked forward, with an unchanging arrogance on his face.

"He's out." Qiao paused after saying this.

The tombstone was from Qiao Li. He could not stand the government's method of handling unclaimed bodies and was used on Adam. So he spent some money to rent a cemetery in the most remote and lowest-cost place in Los Angeles. The location of the cemetery was almost in Pasadena (a small place next to Los Angeles).

"Don't speak?" Qiao lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid you have nothing to say. Do you still remember the case six years ago? That was my case!"

"But when I was at a loss in the face of the murderer and there was no evidence to prove that the other party was murdered, you arrested him twice when you let him go from the interrogation room. The charge was not murder."

He raised his head again, and still didn't look at the tombstone. He would never turn his head without the sun shining on his face and squinted his eyes.

Qiao encountered a problem seven years ago. That year, Los Angeles seemed to be completely shrouded in darkness. Nine people died one after another, all of them were cut into their throats. However, there was no clue except for blood on the ground. Even the surrounding road surveillance had never found anyone who had appeared at the nine crime scenes.

The case has been still a dead case until a whole year passed, one day six years ago, when Qiao placed the information of a murderer who had gradually surfaced on his desk. But what could that happen? He didn't even have a fingerprint in his hand, and that guy didn't know the nine dead people at all.

Qiao regarded this case as a lifelong shame, and still remembered it vividly today: "Do you know why I target you?"

At that time, he was forced to handle the case alone. What he could not have imagined was that Adam emerged at this time, not only detaining the murderer who had been forced to arrest twice, but also hiding the charge - poison.

Qiao couldn't figure it out. In order to catch the murderer, Qiao tried every means, searched his home, monitored the phone, and even sent people to secretly follow him 24 hours a day. When nothing was found, the murder department, which had nothing to do with the case, caught people swagger, especially the charge... If this guy was poisonous - addiction, Qiao should have known it a long time ago!

Afterwards, Qiao inquired. The murder department was tracing clues about a case at that time. Adam was the master of detaining the murderer's vehicle and forcibly inspected it. The key point was that the murderer's co-pilot position was blatantly placed in a black plastic bag, and inside it was a drug that had been sentenced to him for six years!

Those drugs have the murderer's fingerprints...

"I always thought that your madness started from becoming a patrolman from Sha Zhan in the Homicide Department more than two years ago. Unexpectedly, you had tried it once before. Adam, I believe you must have found something. Really, I believe you. But you shouldn't do this. After you did this, all my efforts for the whole year were wasted. All I needed was a key evidence to connect all the cases!" Qiao stood up, took off his suit and threw it on the ground, looked at the uninhabited cemetery, with anger on his face.

"You make me feel that you look down on me!"

After pulling off his tie, he took off his shirt, and finally stood in the cemetery with bare shirt and reached out to untie his belt.

Jona's body, whose skin was so sagging that she was exposed to the air, was surrounded by a white cross tombstone that didn't even have a name, the cheapest type.

"Why do you look down on me?"

"Because you are the number one detective in Los Angeles?"

Qiao spread his hands and said, "Okay, you are the number one detective, but you are dead. I can't catch that murderer, but you don't have the chance to catch him. I can also tell you that in the past six years, I have used all my relationships to block this guy's parole, because I don't know if I can catch him after he comes out. And I can't be as cruel as you would rather frame him than let such a murderer go."

"Adam, that slander was the first step you made to find out the police framework. You were also investigating that case at that time? You were just as helpless as me, right? Otherwise, you would never bet on your own glory, or for a case that is not a homicide department at all!" He suddenly remembered Adam's obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he did not mention it at all, and did not want to excuse Adam at all.

"You who lost your glory, you were kicked out of the murder department by Quinn and became a patrolman. At that time, no matter what you did, it would be more natural. A girl who was forced to break her body could become a prostitute the next day, let alone a policeman who had no sense of honor?"

After a roar, Joe was almost hysterical: "What about now? He came out, Adam, what should I do now? The case back then was out of reach, but he was reading books about natural sciences every day in the prison library... I retire the day after tomorrow, who will arrest him!"

"You bastard!"

Qiao ran out, ran along the cemetery barefoot and ran around the cemetery with barefoot, and walked back panting and put on one piece of clothes, and said intermittently: "I don't owe you, I don't owe you."

Naked - leaping.

He completed his bet.

Bang.

A technology newspaper that had been hiding in the pocket of the suit liner was thrown by Joe to Adam's grave. He said, "Don't be too lonely. People like us can't be idle."

Qiao left, and the cemetery fell into tranquility again. Only under the breeze, the rustling sound of the leaves floating back and forth.

The tomb still stood there, not even a little change because Qiao said more or less, but the newspaper about science and technology only raised its footer slightly in the breeze... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!