I have a little impression of the sunny beauty on weekends, but this impression is generally found in TV series I have watched, such as girls who always bring food to feed stray cats and dogs in TV series; for example, girls who wear sportswear and ponytails in the sun tied up in the sun, and smile friendly to passers-by from time to time. Most of these girls are kind and optimistic, and always face the whole world with a smile that can light up others.

Sometimes, weekends have doubts about whether such a girl exists until the moment he sees it with his own eyes.

He believed it.

"Chou, I found that bastard, he is in the wandering area, you should be familiar with that restaurant name is 'Delicious Tuna'."

After receiving a call from John Johnny, he pulled Chekov directly to his most familiar neighborhood over the weekend. When they saw the huge tuna with the sign "Delicious Tuna" and the letters of the sign, a woman appeared in his eyes.

Her hair was scattered around her cheeks, and her long hair, slightly curved, shining in the sunlight when it drooped, as if the waves were rising and falling on the water; and the smiling face that was completely inconsistent with the work clothes on her body, that sincere smile was tired of laughing in many restaurants. Whenever she saw a customer coming, she felt the bored smile was many times stronger. This smile could make everyone feel her personality in a second. She did not make this way to earn the tip after the meal. It was because there was an optimistic and cheerful woman in this world who laughed because she was happy, and in the end, even if she couldn't get anything, this positive attitude towards life would never disappear.

If you want to score a score, you will give this woman 9 points on the weekend. Her beauty is above Leonova, which makes men who are used to thinking with their lower body willing to look at her and smile, rather than just wanting to directly enter the original program as soon as they see her.

"Did you fall in love with that Venezuelan girl?"

Chekov glanced several times in the car, followed the weekend's gaze, and finally locked in the target and asked.

"How do you know she is Venezuelan?" So far, the weekend, we can tell the difference between Mexicans, Armenians, and British people. Anyway, they have been exposed to in their lives. They can find similar characteristics, but they are not easy to distinguish from people outside Latino Mexico. Those people look too similar.

"Don't you watch beauty pageants? My wife loves watching it very much. The Miss Venezuelan World looks like this in every beauty pageant."

Listening to these words, I seemed to remember the news that I didn’t have much impression on the weekend, but I could always see it at the edges of my life. It seems that in recent years, Venezuela has apart from the chaotic international situation. The only thing that people can see is the only beautiful women in beauty pageants, and such women can often win the championship.

There was no explanation on the weekend, and it was not a taboo for a man to stare at a beautiful woman, which instead made him figure out a key problem.

Ted was sitting in front of her in the restaurant window. He was staring like a weekend, his suit was still so straight, and his attitude was still gentleman: "Can you introduce me to your signature dishes? I am already very unfamiliar with Los Angeles now."

Judging from the appearance alone, when Ted does not reveal his true face, he is always extravagant. Even among a group of people with similar temperaments, Ted can be attracted.

“Our tuna is the best in the wandering area…”

I walked into the restaurant during her introduction on the weekend. At this moment, she was introducing the food in the store.

"This gentleman only needs human life to make up for his hunger. Food cannot satisfy him."

This was the first time that he had appeared so rudely on the weekend, and he even interrupted the conversation between the gentleman Ted and the sunny beauty.

The eyes of the two were attracted by him at the same time, and then, they sat opposite Ted on the weekend.

Ted frowned slightly at the weekend, showing nothing on his face, but before coming, he had already seen all the interrogation records in the homicide department, but he found something. His face began to become cold and no longer relaxed.

"Private..." The woman said honorifics without understanding what was going on.

Chekov did not care about anything, so he directly showed his ID and said, "Police, if you want to report the case, I can help you record the case, but wait until I finish it."

The police command car outside the window was parked on the side of the road, and behind the car was John Johnny's car. Everyone in the command car was listening to the sounds coming from the restaurant, hiding them collectively to ensure the safety of the weekend.

Julian took out her cell phone in the crowded carriage and dialed Matthew's phone number and said, "I've gotten in touch with you. John is using DV to shoot the scenes of Ted's contact on the weekend. The eavesdropping device on the weekend allows us to clearly hear their conversation."

In the restaurant, Ted looked at the other person in a cold and expressionless manner. He never spoke first without saying anything.

The weekend said first: "What? I got your idea?"

"Mr. Police, which law stipulates that you can disturb my lunch time?" Ted asked back. His experience of walking through Homicide Anran twice told him that there are only two ways to get along with the police, either to leave the other party speechless or to himself.

Chekov stood beside them very dedicatedly. This distance would allow him to grab the other person's hair and press him down the moment Ted made any sudden move. On the weekend, he responded: "Of course there are similar provisions in the law. For example, when the police faced a suspicious person who had gradually returned from the water in the archives of nine series of murders and other legal citizens for dinner, we have the right to ask you some questions, especially this guy was sentenced to six years in prison for - hiding - poison - crime. During this period, all parole was rejected, and he was even associated with three arson murders without repentance."

These words were not for Ted to hear. On the weekend, I was telling all the guests and staff in the restaurant that this gentleman-looking guy was not a good person at all.

“wow…”

The exclamation came in the direction of the guests. They did not expect that they could still sit in the same restaurant with such a hateful guy. Even if they could not distinguish between crime, the perverted murders were generally far away from the drug.

"Now, do I have the qualifications to bother you to have lunch?"

Ted comfortably leaned himself on the back of the chair, crossed his legs and turned his head to look at the Christmas tree in the restaurant, avoiding all the choices that happened in front of him - sex.

He called out on the weekend: "Ted, I suspect we may be the opponents arranged by fate. You escaped from the investigation of so many experts, but I happened to appear in the Homicide Department at this time..." He gave a message. That is, your ultimate goal and the goal you want to play with were overlapping: "At this time, your case happened to be on my desk..."

"Private, I don't understand what you said." Ted responded: "I only believe in the law. The law does not judge me and so many cases you said, so I am innocent. On the contrary, the law judges me and the crime of Tibetan-drug, so I am guilty. In addition, I also believe in a truth that no matter who it is, there is no right to frame others. Once this starts, the result is often not controlled by anyone, what do you think?"

Ted's expression began to change, no longer cold, but became as comfortable as bathing in the spring breeze. He seemed to have found a very appropriate time in the information given on the weekend.

He shook his head over the weekend and said, "Not necessarily."

"It's really not necessarily."

"I've found a lot of things and I can reveal them to you a little bit." He pointed at the waitress standing next to him and said, "Let's start with why you have been soaking in the dark for so many years and have not yet been destroyed."

"Anyone who is like you, like your son Robin..." He stabbed Ted's wound over the weekend and said in a victorious manner: "It is impossible to satisfy yourself. The release of murder and the urgency of destroying evidence will make you feel unprecedented pleasure. In this pleasure, you ate yourself a fat man bite by bit, and then, you didn't have enough food. Robin, this is how he killed someone, leaving the ground full of blood and evidence, and then not only continued to kill the second person, but also shone the other party's blood and transported the body to the second crime scene."

"You will continue to increase the difficulty of yourself, just like self-destruction. Everything comes from the insatiable feeling of pleasure for the first time!"

On the weekend, I turned my head to look at the pretty woman: "And what makes you different from other perverted killers is that you know to control your appetite, which is why I never understand why Jane married you. When I rushed to your former home, I saw a photo of Jane when she was young, hanging on the wall of the living room. Jane was also very sunny, just like her."

The woman took two steps back in panic, as if she knew what to say next on the weekend.

"Ted. You are using other people's sunshine to warm yourself who has frozen into ice sculptures. You understand your final outcome. These people can remind you of the beauty of a normal person and slightly suppress the demons that continue to emerge from the bottom of your heart."

Ted interrupted, “Nothing.”

He is more able to control his emotions than Robin, facing everything he said on the weekend with an indifferent attitude, in order to end the topic at any time, and even choose to remain silent.

"Then how do you explain that you have appeared at the crime scene twice in a row and have contact with the deceased?"

I asked again on the weekend.

Ted didn't speak, closed his mouth, and showed no anger.

In the calculations of the weekend, he should at least repeat the words in the police station. It is not the first time that Ted uses such words as coincidence. Then, he can use these things to deal an irrefutable blow to him on the weekend.

But at this time Ted stopped playing.

He has won the entire murder department once. The most difficult thing for a person to control is that after winning once, when similar situations reappear, they have the desire to win and lose under the circumstances of winning and losing. The desire to win and lose is not very easy to control. People who can control this desire to win and lose are often different from normal people.

The atmosphere in the restaurant has changed several times at this moment. On weekends where people lack people to answer, they cannot close the Internet. In the end, they had to grit their teeth and answer: "You want to say a coincidence again, right?"

"Ctually, a person who has never learned the relevant knowledge can say the 'chemical formula of combustion reaction' in the interrogation room of the homicide department? Coincidentally, it can point the police to the breakthrough of the entire case lies in finding ways to commit crimes rather than finding suspects?"

"I tell you that in the police world, when two extremely unlikely coincidences appear on the same person, and the whole thing is not helpless due to fate, any coincidence is not a coincidence."

Ted raised his head and said, "Mr. Police, have you finished speaking? I have lost my appetite after being said."

In the command car, Julian, who had only sounds but no pictures, was thinking about a problem. She had never figured it out since she suppressed accusations against Ted on the weekend.

"Knight, have you noticed that Ted didn't show off all the mess this time."

The Knight was so excited about listening there, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly cracked, as if he had sprayed Ted on the spot: "What?"

"Oh." The Knight responded and said, "He can use that set of tricks us, Zhou..."

The Cavaliers couldn't take it anymore. When Ted saw the weekend, he was still a patrolman on the weekend. This guy definitely didn't know how good the weekend's forensic skills were. How could a madman who didn't even take the Homicide Department detectives and the Los Angeles Police Detectives Department seriously think that saying these are just showing off in front of the weekend?

Julian understood: "He's right again!"

"What's right again?"

"You idiot, on the weekend, Ted used the sunshine on others to give his darkness to control his soul that was constantly degenerating and self-destructing!"

The Knight rolled his eyes: "Speak English."

Julian ignored him.

In the restaurant, Ted picked up his British top hat and buckled it on his head, smiled at the weekend, and walked out slowly with disdain. When he saw the figure wavering at John at the door, he said hello, and then stood and stared at the command car for a while before looking back at the weekend sitting in the restaurant through the glass, a fierce smile hung on his face.

"Come in."

After Ted left on the weekend, he said to the air, and then five people rushed down from the command car at the door, each with a ID on his chest.

"Zhou, you suppressed that bastard and didn't even say a decent word!" The Knight finally came up and praised him happily.

"I didn't win."

The satisfaction of suppressing Ted at all on the weekend did not appear.

"Why do you say that?" Julian didn't expect that the weekend would give an answer that was completely inconsistent with everyone's expectations.

"I know I have successfully angered Ted, but I can't grasp the degree of anger of Ted. It's like if I step on your foot, you may just look at me. If I become a pervert and touch the parts that shouldn't be touched, you will definitely give me a mouth. Anger is divided into levels, Ted's level, I can't tell..."
Chapter completed!