In Chinatown, he cleaned his rental house spotlessly on the weekends. There were no leftover lunch boxes on the clean coffee table. The original documents and files were placed in folders in different categories on the backrests of the sand. He even filled in the names of these files until the entire room was clear and the floor was shiny. On the weekend, he stood by the windows with a wet rag in his hand wearing rubber gloves, enjoying the fruits of his labor.

At this moment, his eyes were obviously illusory, and it was not the purpose of the weekend to make the house cleaner. He was thinking about the series of changes caused by last dinner and why it suddenly broke out, and most importantly, how to deal with the follow-up of the entire incident.

When, when, when, when.

The knock on the door appeared at the time when it shouldn't have sounded the least. It was just a moment when the weekend was missing two key factors, and he had to stop and open the damn door.

"Who is there!"

At this time, anyone would probably feel angry. However, a person who is angry with a courier and delivery guy because the knock on the door was too rapid and disturbed by him, must not be a good mood manager.

"Pablo."

Why did he come?

Click.

When I walked to the door on the weekend, I saw Pablo in a suit standing at the door and asked guiltily for the first time: "Private, why are you?"

Pablo was not polite at all, walked into the room and asked, "Of course you don't want me to come."

The anti-black and anti-drug Cop Ss who stepped into the room opened his mouth like an angry Tyrannosaurus Rex and began to squirt: "My big star, do you know that your shameful little hobby made me scolded by that old guy in the office of the deputy director for an hour and a half!"

"Did you forget that you are a big star promoted by the entire police station? Do you feel you are out of date when the TV station hasn't played your interview for only a month? Playing SM? Or a masochist? You're crazy!"

On weekends, I wanted to reach out to block the spitting stars that were spitting out of Pablo's mouth, and even had the urge to break the finger that was constantly shaking in front of me. In the end, he just stood there and said, "Privately, what is Matthew going to do?" It seems that what happened last night had begun to spread inside the police station. How did these things spread so quickly?

"What do you think?"

Pablo glared at the weekend and said, "Do you think the deputy director is willing to fire the big star he picked up with his own hands?"

"What is Matthew going to do? What else can he do? At most, he will stop these 'rumors' from spreading within the police station," Pablo said, staring at the last word, as if he didn't believe it himself was a rumor: "And then when you take a leave, I will ask you to go to his office for kind guidance. I deserve to be scolded in the whole incident. Because I am your leader!"

He said with a wry smile on the weekend: "sorry."

"By the way, private, it's just a rumor, no photos?"

"There are still photos!" Pablo seemed to hear a bomb explosion. His emotions that had just calmed down during the weekend apology rose again.

"no, no, I mean, why did you come here? You can talk about this kind of thing on the phone."

The first key point has been figured out on the weekend. The policeman who left the photo would never be able to disclose the photo as long as he wanted to do this job, because the photo was taken during duty. The photo was taken neither evidence nor an important clue to solve the case. If this photo with a strong entertainment nature is exposed, a complaint on the weekend can ruin his bankruptcy. The police have no right to expose the leisure activities of the police and girlfriend on vacation. Perhaps, the photo has been deleted.

Thinking of this, I felt relieved on the weekend.

"Are you very familiar with Texas's F-Pussy?"

F-push? Return to Texas?

If you think about it on weekends, Texas seems to be his previous life experience, and it is gradually blurring in his wonderful career in Los Angeles.

Pablo was reminded by the meditative appearance of the weekend: "A Italian, whose mouth was crackling, never stopped for a moment since he entered my office. His long-windedness made people want to lock him in the prisoner's custody room."

"Tony?"

"Yes." Pablo seemed to remember the guy's name: "He came to you, saying it was for a case."

"What's going on?"

I couldn't figure it out even more on the weekend that I had a holiday with Tony, but at most it would be a large fine. I'm afraid that driving from Texas to California would cost more than that ticket. As for him to travel so far? Case, what kind of case can make Texas' F-force come to California? With Tony's personality, even a case that he can't solve, he will never come to him for help.

"you?"

"The relationship is not very good." The weekend answered the truth.

Pablo nodded and said, "Let him come up."

A moment later, footsteps sounded in the corridor. Tony, wearing a suit and a tired face, appeared in front of the weekend with a partner holding a lunch box in his hand and eating noodles with a fork.

"Zhou, we're meeting again."

Tony's eyes were black, and the iPad in his hand was stuffed into his armpits. Judging from his handshake and his squinting eyes and constantly shook his head hard. This guy probably hasn't been sleeping for several days.

It didn't seem like a person who came to seek revenge: "You definitely didn't pass by Los Angeles to say hello." The moment you held Tony's hand over the weekend, he said this.

"You're right." Tony's words were very secret, which was his habit, but this time he didn't say anything nonsense: "That's right, Zhou, the black police case you've been investigated in Texas. You're currently in a vague way. Eyward is dead."

He opened his mouth on the weekend and was rarely so surprised, but the sudden news of his death when his friends who had not been in contact for a long time was always a little helpless.

"Why?" Zhouzhao asked with his eyes wide open.

"money."

Tony continued: "After you left Texas, the Interior Department found that Eyward's account was abnormal. Two more money was added to his account, the first one, 5ooo dollars, and the second one. This 1ooo dollars changed Eyward's life a little. It was not very big. The money was taken out the next day, and then, the entire town police department participated in Eyward's craziest party."

"Half a month later, Edward died at home, his hands and feet were tied up, and his blood had a standard drug content, the forensic report said. This was the first time Edward encountered drugs, and it was obvious that this thing was not his own."

Tony took out his iPad and looked at the photos being slided on the screen over the weekend, as he saw himself and Eyward sitting in the police station parking lot while drinking beer while throwing beer cans on the roof of the police station.

"Don't tell me that the money was only after Evader solved the big case."

"You guessed it right again." Tony didn't say anything. He glanced at Pablo: "Sir, I want to talk to the weekend alone."

Pablo glanced at him with disdain, turned around and sat on the sand and sneered, "Talking with my people on my territory, Mussolini is not qualified to let me leave."

The police and F forced each other to not deal with each other is a secret that everyone knows. Who made these guys go in and out of various crime scenes all day long and say to them, "We've taken over here," making it look like they only solve the case.

"It's okay." said the weekend smoothing, and then brought the topic to the main topic: "I remember that I received the remittances after solving the case. I also asked someone to check it out. The remittances were remitted from the stolen ID name, and each amount of money became larger and larger. It seems that every case was solved, a remittance would be received a few days later, which was very punctual."

"That's right. Eward solved a big case in a small town. He threw the Mexican car theft gang and took a special interview car." Tony swung the iPad again and said: "According to our investigation, you had been on TV before you received the first money, but that was when the TV station interviewed a group of trainees who were about to join the police. I suspected that a guy had attacked the police who had been on TV."

I remember that interview on the weekend, but that was not what he experienced. It should be the guy who lives on this land.

Tony's finger did not stop and kept sliding on the iPad: "So, I wonder if the people who received this money would not know you two? Or, will all the people who received this money have been reported by the media? So, I summarized the case. There were not many police officers who had been on TV and died of hell. Among these police officers, 6 police officers were strangled to death. When they went to the bank to investigate their accounts during their lifetime through legal procedures, a surprise appeared. Each of the police officers left the name had the same amount of money transferred to each of them. The case can be traced to 2oo4 years at the earliest. So far, seven police officers have been confirmed to be dead in the hands of this guy, and the other two investigators may have died in his hands."

Tony, who had all the iPads, looked at the weekend and asked in a very rude way: "I want to know why you are not dead."

"The conversation ends here!" Pablo stood up and walked to the weekend, clumsy between him and Tony and said, "Mr. Tony, you will be complained from the Los Angeles Police Department. If you translate it in plain words, it means I don't like you treat my subordinates with this attitude. Do you understand?"

On the weekend, he gently reached out and held Pablo's arm. He knew that his leader was a rough man and was very protective of his calf. However, it was unlikely that Pablo could understand the mystery of this kind of case. Tony did not disrespect him because he was not dead. In his eyes, he was a clue to solving the case. This was an extremely confident guy who believed in him completely in solving the case, which made him confused again!

"It is very likely that I haven't died because I haven't touched that amount of money."

This is the explanation for the weekend.

He did not touch that money. When he first came to the United States, he didn't want to get into trouble. After arriving in Los Angeles, it was Adam's case that left him in trouble. At that time, he threw the bag and handed over the card, which led to the investigator's appearance. Unexpectedly, this kind of thing actually allowed him to escape!

"Wait, Tony, if there was such a police killer, why did the F-command merge the case and file a case for investigation until now?" I couldn't figure this out over the weekend.

Tony explained: "The reason is very simple. A unsolved case that has not been solved in about 10 years will be handled by the Leng Case Bureau. You must know the pride of you Chinese. Mr. Li, known as the "Asian Sherlock Holmes", is the head of the Leng Case Bureau. However, I don't know why this case has not been solved. Is it because it has not been long enough to queue up, or "Tony smiled and stretched out his iPad and said, "Anyway, it's in my hands now." In fact, Tony wanted to say, 'It's still that Mr. Li can't solve it,' but this sentence was replaced by a smile.

"Thank you, our conversation is over." Tony turned around and left. After talking so much, he seemed to have recovered his energy, as if not sleeping for a few days was not a big deal.

Pablo looked at the weekend, then looked at Tony's leaving figure and said, "If he is coming to bother you, tell me."

"Also, don't put so many files at home. I just saw the "water tower drowning case", "Cecil Hotel Violent Sexual Assault Case", "Human Body Natural Case" and other files of more than a dozen murder cases. I really can't imagine anyone who would study these things at home all day. Anyway, if these things are in front of me every day, I will definitely want to go out and kill someone one day." Pablo left after saying this.

At that time, I found the second point on the weekend. The idea of ​​killing someone was like a football fan who always felt that it was not very satisfying to play live football games and wanted to go out and kick a few times. Except for things that ordinary people don’t have the conditions to complete, they will have the mentality of trying it out after being exposed to something for a long time. In addition to their own stress disorder mental illness, it is not a strange thing that the idea of ​​killing someone has been embedded in their minds without realizing it.

"shit" cursed in a long tone over the weekend. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!