In the early morning, only the light on the computer was still flashing in the warehouse. He sat next to the computer on the weekend. He was flipping through the files of the drowning case of the water tower that he was reading. He had seen every confession on it. Now he just saw the most critical one.∽↗

In fact, what I wanted to see most on the weekend was the more than 100-minute elevator video. Unfortunately, when he used the database in the police station to check it, he found that the video was secretly added. Not only that video, but also the forensic report, and the forensic report were all encrypted. All he could see was some case analysis at that time and the interrogation records that were taken into photos and saved. Selena's records happened to be found.

Selena's transcript contains many basic questions, such as age, work, home address, why check-in at the Cecil Hotel, etc., but when you see the most critical place on the weekend, "Have you heard any special sounds? Have you ever had any abnormal situations in your memory?" When Selena's answer to this transcript turned out to be "No!"

I pulled the photo up with my mouse over the weekend and looked it up again with concentration. He read every word Selena said, and when he returned to this question again, the same answer would be the same.

It was strange that what Selena said to herself was different from the transcript. She found the detective’s signature at the bottom of the transcript on the weekend. According to this name, he searched for every copy the detective inquired in all the transcripts, but the answer he got was...very normal!

The detective recorded information about the bad security nearby for a long time residents of Cecil Hotel, and recorded information that someone heard a quarrel in the corridor but didn't care. Judging from all the records in the records, he was very authentic. At least he did not leave any useful information. Only when it comes to Selena, there was a problem with this one.

Selena was unlikely to lie. She was in a state of collapse at the time and even admitted the stolen love. How could she not admit what she heard or saw? The record of this detective had some problems. All the information he recorded was not very helpful to the case and could lead to a change in the case. But this account could make the case go to another level and become clearer. He didn't write it and chose to cover it up.

Why?

I don’t know if this thing is just arbitrary to doubt whether a police detective is involved in the case, and whether he will have too preconceived ideas, but the thoughts that appear in his mind can no longer be changed.

bass.

The door of the warehouse was opened, and a harsh sound came from such a quiet early morning.

"Have you left yet?"

Bang.

Adam turned on the lights in the warehouse and looked very tired.

I casually closed the web page on the weekend, got up and asked, "How is it?"

"We are investigating two lines, one of which allows us to find the murderer's temporary residence. Unfortunately, the murderer is not there. Judging from the traces, the house has not been lived in for at least a week. It should be the den before the murderer's first crime, and it is now following the second line."

As Adam spoke, he took off his police uniform and top, took out a series of pens, books, walkie-talkies and other items in his pocket, and placed them neatly, and threw the clothes into the washing machine: "What's wrong with you? You seem to be in a bad mood."

"Yes, Adam, I want to talk to you." said the weekend without pause: "Today, the people from the murder department called me. Do you still remember the stupid and honest thing I told you that he killed someone. Three, we ran to two murder scenes in a row. The first one, the fingerprint on his mobile phone can prove that the fingerprint on the murder weapon belongs to him; the second one, there is a woman who directly proves that the stupid and honest thing is the murderer."

A moment of silence fell into the warehouse, and Adam responded a few seconds later: "Don't think too much, the police are not God and cannot arrange the fate of others."

"I'm just wondering why people in this world who just want to live well have to suffer so many hardships."

"What can you do if you figure it out? Wear this police uniform and become Dexter (the hero in "Bloodthirsty Forensic")? Use illegal means to stop the person who escapes in court? Stop dreaming, that will make you the next person to be tried."

It was a laugh over the weekend, and it seemed like he heard Adam joking for the first time.

"Hey, Adam, have you noticed that no matter where I appear in the warehouse, you are no longer blocking me, and you are not as resistant as I first came in."

"Yes, maybe I'm used to it."

"By the way, I forgot something. Wood from the branch called me, but he was so busy these days that he was dizzy and never remembered to reply..." Adam took out the phone and said on the weekend: "No need."

Adam looked back at him and continued on the weekend: "He has come to the warehouse and has brought it...a pair of underwear."

"Do you suspect his wife cheating again?"

According to Adam, this guy seems to be the first time: "**, you can't even imagine what he is in pain. I thought that in that case he asked me to keep it secret, he only told me one person..."

"Since the news of his wife's cheating two years ago has spread to the entire Los Angeles police community, he has asked colleagues in the forensic department countless times and asked me... In fact, he just needs someone to help him, and often put himself in the perspective of a vulnerable group to get comfort from others..." Adam looked at the weekend and said, "You won't tell me that you promised him and helped him with forensic methods, right?"

The weekend voice replied with a faint voice: "Why are you so nervous? This is not a big deal."

"honestly(you sure?)?**This lunatic!"

"You took the panties of living people in my lab...**!!"

Adam went crazy and reached out to take off all the glass products on the test bench and stuffed them into the trash can until there was nothing on the test bench. He turned around and grabbed the detergents and started spraying them on the test bench.

"Hey, is it that serious?" He hurried over from the computer over the weekend, picked up the brush like Adam to prepare to give the test bench a thorough cleaning.

"Don't move!" Adam stopped him.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help," explained the weekend.

"If you really want to help, throw all the garbage out, and from tomorrow, you will refuse everyone who prays for your help. Even if the Virgin Mary kneels in front of you, you, Mom, will say no to me!"

"Ok, ok." He surrendered over the weekend: "You can give me the bill to repurchase these things, uh, and that's right, I'm very sorry."

On the weekend, he walked towards the warehouse gate with a black garbage bag filled with various experimental containers. At this time, he deliberately turned around: "Adam, I almost forgot that Selena asked me to tell you that I am grateful for your comfort at that time, if it weren't for you..."

"Who is Selena? Zhou, if you are taking private jobs, never step into my warehouse!" Adam roared at the door and fled in panic on weekends.

bass.

When I left, I closed the warehouse door.

He stood at the door of the warehouse with a garbage bag and recalled every expression of Adam, especially when he finally reminded him of Selena's name, he acted naturally, as if he never knew this person. However, he said before that Wood had asked him and knew that Wood's wife cheated on him...

Adam...Adam...
Chapter completed!