"Chris Wood?"

Joyce repeated the other man's name, but the young man in front of him just stared at him blankly with wide eyes, and the empty eyes of the latter made a guess pop up in Joyce's mind.

"Did you hear or see a voice or a figure last night?"

The officer got a somewhat stupid laugh from the beautiful young man.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Calvin smiled at the man in front of him, and he controlled the muscles on his face, mimicking the expressions of the addicts he had seen at the bottom of society for so many years. Those powders and injections can completely destroy a person, both physically and mentally, and they can easily become the most marginalized dregs of this society.

The police will be disgusted with such people, but they will rarely really be on guard against them.

"I didn't hear anything, officer, except my man's screams, hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Calvin spoke with a vague accent, perhaps thanks to his years as a bartender in a third-rate bar, and he mimicked the tone and vulgarity of the low-level scum with great ease and perfection.

Sure enough, after hearing Calvin's reply, Officer Joyce's expression changed slightly.

As a police officer, many times he needs answers that are not spoken by the interviewee's mouth, but in the expressions, eyes and movements of those people. As for "Chris Wood," he was indeed very beautiful, surpassing any other celebrity or model Joyce knew, but his life was already over.

"Hey, baby...... Do you need some coffee?"

On the contrary, the boy named Vicky had an unnatural and stiff look on his face after hearing "Chris's" vulgar words, and then he looked at Joyce and added awkwardly, "I'm sorry, we really didn't notice anything last night. ”

"Because we are both ...... Very busy...... Very fast and alive ......"

"Chris" rested his chin on Vigilli's shoulder, smirked with confused eyes, and then pulled the collar a little harder, despite his lover's increasingly ugly face.

Most of his chest was exposed, and his bones and skin were stunningly beautiful—even Joyce, who had a strong willpower and an unusually strong sexual orientation, couldn't help but beat his heart when he saw the scene in front of him.

The distinct kiss marks spread from the young man's emaciated shoulders to his neck, and the dark marks were in stark contrast to the young man's delicate and pale skin, and even now it seemed to have the hot flashes of last night.

"Chris!"

Virgili gave a warning, and he quickly pulled "Chris" back by the collar.

But "Chris" didn't care, and the two winked teasingly at the officer on the other side of the couch.

"Does the officer want to see anything else?"

His words were still so vulgar, and his tone was even more debauched and lewd, but his face and body were so seductive that the almost provocative words instantly had an incredible impact.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Han coughed defenselessly, sounding like he was choking on saliva.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the Asian agent,

Facing the eyes of others, he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've had some colds lately." After a moment, he muttered in a tone that everyone could hear, "Ah, it's good to be young." ”

Han received a warning glance from Joyce, and Virgilli's face flushed slightly.

As for "Chris," Joyce suspects he didn't even hear Han. The action just now seemed to drain his energy, he kept yawning, his body trembled unconsciously, his eyes wandered, and he looked delirious. And Vigilli, who sat next to him...... The two officers didn't miss the pent-up anger and crampedness of the rich man.

Joyce raised an eyebrow and shook her head silently in the back of her mind.

He almost felt sorry for "Chris", and in his opinion, the beautiful young man was probably going to be abandoned by his own owner soon.

Then he will return to his own subterranean world, where beauty and youth are like roses in a bottle, which quickly wither after a short period of freshness, and finally turn to dirt and dust.

The two experienced and well-connected police officers didn't spend much time with Vicili and "Chris", and they quickly left the seaside villa after a short investigation, even refusing Vicili's coffee.

It stands to reason that this routine investigation shouldn't have left any ripples in Joyce's heart, but until the police car drove far away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"I don't like that kid. ”

Han, who was sitting next to him, suddenly said in a gap between traffic lights.

"Who?

Joyce glanced at his partner.

The latter's expression became a little strange: "No—it's not Chris, it's the guy named Virgilly." ”

Han muttered as he took out his tablet and re-read the rich boy's information.

"Why? That guy ......" Joyce took the time to glance at Han's computer before the green light came on, "Hmm, five times speeding...... As a member of the Eberts family, he was a saint, and the guy's parents took good care of him. ”

"But you still think he's suspicious?"

Joyce asked.

Han's joints knocked on the side window of the police car, and a trace of confusion and confusion floated on his face, which was always a little careless: "Suspicious? maybe, but ...... I don't know what to say, I don't think he had anything to do with the corpse on the beach, but that guy made me feel uncomfortable. He raised his hand, rolled up his sleeve and exposed his arm, "You wouldn't have thought that my hair stood on end when I saw him." In fact, that house is also ......"

Han's words paused, what he didn't tell his American partner was that the moment he walked into the house, he felt like he was about to blow up his hair like a frightened cat.

Chills, fear and extreme disgust.

All kinds of negative emotions kept churning in his heart, of course, Han, who had been a police officer for many years, controlled his emotions, but he still felt that something was wrong.

"I'm going to suspect that the place where the two of them lived was a haunted house before, you know, that kind of supernatural sixth sense......"

Han rubbed his eyebrows, he checked Virgilli's background once more - it was still as perfect as ever, and he couldn't find any flaws.

"I'll find a way to check those two again. ”

Joyce said.

Han glanced at him and found that his partner's face was serious.

"Your instincts have always been accurate," Joyce explained, noticing Han's gaze, "and by the way, I think the house is ......eerie, too."

……

Unbeknownst to Joyce and Han, while they were talking about Virgili and "Chris", the person they were talking about was also talking about them.

"Do you think they'll be suspicious?"

Calvin had already pulled up his shirt (which he had deliberately hung loose on his body in order to create the image of a casual addict), and then asked with some concern.

The green-eyed young man was sitting cross-legged on the couch, Calvin's chin in one hand and a cotton pad full of makeup remover in the other.

"Don't move, let me get this thing off your face first...... No, I don't think they're suspicious, at least they don't think we're involved in that murder. ”

Virgili carefully erased Calvin's disguise.

Joyce and Han would never have imagined that the touching beauty of "Chris" they saw was actually Calvin's face that he had tried his best to hide: just like countless times before, Calvin would skillfully disguise his overly stunning beauty with all kinds of cosmetics when he knew that he might meet outsiders - but even so, his appearance was still too easy to attract the attention of others.

Thinking of the surprise that flashed in the eyes of the two officers when they saw Calvin not long ago, a thick and dark killing intent rose in Vigilli's heart.

"I still feel uneasy, the officer looked at me a little bit wrong - damn it, I should have covered myself a little more tightly today. Calvin was unaware of the unusually dark mood in the body of the young man who was so far away from him, and his mind remained on Joyce.

"That guy is hard trouble, I can feel it. ”

Calvin ripped his wig off with all his might, and he muttered with a frown.

"But we really have nothing to do with the murder...... The corpse on the beach alone is enough for the cops, they won't notice us. ”

Virgili said softly.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Calvin that apart from the body on the beach, the residents and police of Sunset would have more corpses and more murders - the thing that came out of the "door" was tricky, but it also saved Calvin and Vicili in a sense.

Thinking of this, Vicilly couldn't help but draw closer to Calvin, whose pale, fragile and worried appearance almost melted the heart of a vicious liar.

"It's okay. ”

He grabbed Calvin's face and leaned in.

Vigilli's breath became a little hot, and Calvin's body involuntarily became a little softer, almost subconsciously, his eyes narrowed slightly and his lips tensed slightly—as if his body had automatically prepared for the kiss.

But when Virgili touched Calvin, Calvin inexplicably thought of Fuge.

Cold and somewhat stiff attitude, and his dry and restrained kiss......

Before Calvin realized it, he had involuntarily turned his head away from Vicili.

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