Brooke carried a folding umbrella and rushed into the city bureau office building in three steps and two steps, leaving a long series of wet footprints.
When she was going upstairs, she was hit by a slip on the floor and almost fell to the ground. She hurriedly grabbed the handrail and looked up, just in time to see Elliot coming down from the director's office level.
Elliot looked at her with a rare solemn look on his face.
Brooke stretched out his hand and pinched Liu Hai on his forehead: "Boss, what's wrong? I'm a little panicked when you are so serious."
"Sterling and the little glasses guy from the branch used the clues given by Mason's roommate today to deduce that Mason might have been in contact with a mysterious person before his death," Elliot said in a low voice, "It is said that that person had been with Mason for some reasons. I had a conflict with him during working hours, and later I gave him the phone as an apology."
Elliot was tall and had long legs and walked very fast. Brooke had to trot all the way to keep up. After hearing these words, she felt that her brains were about to evaporate along her wet hair. She repeated in a daze: "It's a bit of a conflict." ? Just...just gave me a mobile phone? Then I have conflicts with people on the subway every day, but no one ever gives it to me? "
Elliot rarely answered her joke: "Sterling and the others re-examined the distribution point where the deceased worked, followed his delivery route and visited, and finally found the witness in a chain coffee shop-- ----The witness said that a few days ago, when Mason was preparing to leave after delivering the goods, he did have a physical conflict with someone not far from the store entrance, and the store's surveillance camera happened to capture that person's license plate number. "
While they were talking, the two of them arrived outside the interrogation room and saw a young man sitting opposite Sterling through the single-sided glass.
The man was in his early twenties, his hair was dyed flaxen, and he was wearing colorful brand names. It could be seen that he was trying his best to suppress his anger, and the anger was about to spurt out from his seven orifices.
"Yes, I may have beaten this loser, so what? I have beaten many people, but this matter really has nothing to do with me. If you don't believe me, ask Casper, was I with him that day? Officer Tao, I Let me tell you, if it wasn’t for Master Fei’s sake that you detained me like this, I would have… I would have…”
Brooke looked blankly at the arrogant young man inside: "Is this the second suspect? Why did you bring him back to the city bureau?"
"On the night of the accident, the deceased had said that he was going to a place called 'Chengguang Mansion', and the man there happened to be at Chengguang Mansion that day." Elliot sighed, "This man's name is Zhang Donglai, and he is a well-known local man. The son of an entrepreneur."
"Oh, rich second generation." Brooke blinked, "So?"
Elliot: "He is still Rowan Zhang's nephew."
Brooke: ...
Before she could restart her frozen brain, a policeman on duty ran over and whispered to Elliot: "Captain Luo, a man named Fei is here and wants to see Deputy Tao."
Casper politely thanked the staff on duty who poured him water, took it, took a sip and put it aside - the coffee they poured him turned out to be instant, with a strange smell of sesame oil in it. .
He looked around at the interior decoration of the city bureau. He felt that it was of poor taste and shoddy. The paint spots on the corners of the table were still there. They must have been freshly painted. If you smell it carefully, it still smelled.
Elliot walked in from the outside and saw Casper carefully studying the texture of their table. He frowned and his eyes were very gloomy. If the table hadn't been hollow, Captain Luo would have almost felt that something was hidden underneath. A corpse.
Casper raised his eyes and saw that it was him. He didn't seem too surprised and simply nodded to him: "Sit down."
Elliot: ...
This kid considers this his home!
Casper stirred the sesame oil-flavored coffee with a plastic spoon and asked, "Where's Sterling?"
"Busy." Elliot pulled out a pen, spread out his notebook, and asked straight to the point without even saying a word of pleasantries, "Are you and Zhang Donglai together on the night of the 20th, the day before yesterday? Think about it later." "
Casper leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head slightly, and crossed his two long legs. Although his sitting posture could not be called "not sitting posture", it somehow made people feel that the place could not accommodate him.
He looked at Elliot with a half-smile but asked, "Captain Luo, am I a suspect?"
Elliot gave him a cold look.
Casper waved his hands indifferently: "Then you'd better be polite to me. I'm not a suspect, and the criminal summons is not mandatory. I can leave at any time if I'm unhappy."
"Oh," Elliot put down his pen, "I have to make you happy first, right? Well, tell me how to make you happy. Should I sing you a song now, or should I go out and buy you a bag of candy?"
Casper, who had just been given a candy card by Officer Tao the night before, said: ...
The strong wind and rain outside the window made the window lattice rattle. Two people in the room who disliked each other sat speechless.
After a while, Elliot, perhaps feeling a little childish himself, sneered. He took out his cigarette case, tapped it on the corner of the table, and was about to light it.
"Mind you," Casper said without asking, "I've been suffering from pharyngitis recently."
Elliot said with a smile: "If you become mute, you will not be far from world peace."
However, he still put down the lighter and rolled the unlit cigarette a few times between his fingers: "Zhang Donglai said that he picked you up at the gate of Chengguang Mansion at about eight o'clock the night before yesterday, and you didn't leave until midnight. During this period, You can all testify for him."
"I arrived before eight o'clock and left at ten past ten. I did say hello to him at both times," Casper said lightly, "The activities arranged by the host are very rich. If he has been there all the time, From what I can see, it’s illogical and you wouldn’t believe it.”
Elliot tore up the cigarette paper with his hands on the ground: "Why, haven't you guys been fooling around together?"
Casper rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly. The smell of cologne with moisture swept by the rain came to his face: "Because I don't like to share my partner with other men--- --- Captain Luo, if you ask such boring and innocent questions again, I have no choice but to say goodbye. "
"I don't see that you are quite particular," Elliot said without raising an eyebrow. He mocked in a business-like manner and added, "In other words, you cannot prove that Zhang Donglai did not kill anyone at the Chengguang Mansion that day."
"I can't, but someone can. If necessary, I can ask everyone who came into contact with him that night to come over within two hours. A handbag for each person should be enough for them to run errands."
Elliot poked the tip of his pen on the table: "Are you hinting to me that you plan to use financial and s3xual transactions to forge witnesses?"
"Why, a few young models committed perjury. Are you elites still worried that they won't be found out?" Casper shook his head, "No, I'm telling you why Zhang Donglai can't be the murderer."
Casper leaned back on his chair again, distanced himself from Elliot, and said in his characteristic lazy tone, "If it was Zhang Donglai, it would obviously be unwise to do it himself. He could have found someone to kidnap the deceased back, illegally." Whether you detain him or kill him secretly, the West District is full of floating people, and countless people leave without saying goodbye every day. If a person just disappears, no one will notice, and no one will pay attention to him even if he calls the police. "
After Elliot heard his arrogant remarks, his palms became itchy uncontrollably, and he wanted to pick up the sgumbag named Fei and beat him up, but it took him a while to hold back, and the tip of his pen pierced the paper, " Hissed, leaving an angry comment: "Murderers are usually not 'wise' when they kill. "
"Oh, you said passion killing." Casper paused, "Besides the blow that knocked him unconscious, were there any other blunt force injuries on the deceased's body?"
Elliot: "Are you asking me or am I asking you?"
"It sounds like the answer is 'no'," Casper said in a rather calm tone, "passionate killings, the murderer's emotions are explosive. The anger rises to the peak in an instant, and then he usually vents it like an explosion. A dizzy The victim who fell to the ground without the ability to resist should have his head smashed into a rotten watermelon ------ strangled? "
He rested his elbows on the armrests of his seat, rested his chin on his fingertips, and laughed: "Strangulating the other party is a slow and enjoyable way of killing, and sometimes it even has a hint of 'that aspect'. Would a person whose throat is so thirsty sit down and savor tea? I personally think this process is unnatural. "
Elliot's face darkened: "You think killing someone is 'tasting tea'."
"It's just a metaphor," Casper shrugged, "Zhang Donglai doesn't know how to kill people. Even if he kills someone, he won't throw the body away. Even if he does, he won't throw the body into a narrow alley in the West District that he is completely unfamiliar with. This is an analysis from a rational point of view. From an intuitive point of view------Zhang Donglai is a coward who can't stand up to the wall. He can only curse when he gets angry. He doesn't have the guts to kill. "
Starting from where the person named Fei was sitting, only the last sentence sounded more like human speech.
Zhang Donglai is the son of Brother Zhang. He is an old man with a good family background. He is spoiled, squeamish and useless. Elliot has met him a few times and really doesn’t think he has the courage or psychological quality.
As for other matters, we could only rely on the police to verify them. Casper couldn't find out anything from him. Elliot closed his notebook, stood up, and prepared to leave.
"Hey." Casper suddenly called him from behind.
When Elliot turned around, a small thing flew towards him. He subconsciously reached out to grab it and found that Casper had thrown him a USB flash drive.
Casper said: "In criminal cases, there are several situations that are likely to attract public attention. First, the scale is large, such as a terrorist attack, which is news; second, the method is particularly weird and cruel, or there are urban serial killers and the like. A legendary incident is a curiosity; third, the victim belongs to a low-risk group, such as students and office workers who live a regular life, and the middle class who keep their own rules. This is a mass panic caused by the victim; fourth, it touches on a certain Social conflicts that have been grudged for a long time, such as incidents involving public power, privileges, and moral deficiencies among social elites, are the topic------This case of yours is not involved in any of the parties, but it has been treated differently from the beginning. Unusual attention."
The muffled thunder that was about to die out sounded vaguely in a very distant place, adding a lingering coda to his words.
"After a brief period of abnormal attention, it stands to reason that people will lose interest soon, but at this time, Zhang Donglai was involved again." Casper stood up and walked to Elliot. As he passed by, he gently said Say, "Is it a coincidence or is someone trying to trick you?"
Elliot's eyes narrowed.
"You're welcome, I'm here for Sterling." Casper picked up his umbrella, stopped looking at him, and left.
"Casper." Elliot said suddenly, "It's next week, right? It's been seven years, and it's time for you to start over."
Casper ignored him, kept an even pace, and walked away without looking back.
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