He walked across the room and stopped in front of the bloodstained bed. Andrew saw him clench his fists and make an eerie croaking sound before hurrying forward, prostrate on the floor beside the bed, and began to grope under the bed. After a few moments, his fumbling movements became more flustered, and Andrew heard him curse loudly.

Andrew quietly put his finger on the smooth surface of the negative box in his pocket, and it seemed that the photographer who had sneaked around at Monica's lakeside mansion had come to look for the negatives. Andrew's heart has a feeling of complacency, and when Andrew completes a super difficult puzzle, he will have this feeling of complacency.

Andrew quietly placed his wand and scepter in the corner next to the door, and pulled out Andrew's police advisory card from his coat, which had Andrew's photo pasted on it, which stood out on the black canvas. Andrew covered Andrew's tattered old T-shirt with his coat, hoping that the man would be too nervous and flustered to notice that Andrew was wearing sweatpants and cowboy boots under his coat.

Andrew's hands were still in his pockets, and he closed the door with his feet, and when the door closed, Andrew said, "You came back to the crime scene, and I knew that waiting here would definitely block you." “

If you think back to that person's reaction at that time, you should still laugh wildly. He twitched, slammed his head on the bed, let out a scream, and pulled himself out of the bed. When he turned his head to see Andrew, he jumped back to the back of the bed in fright. Here Andrew has to revise Andrew's opinion of his appearance - his mouth appears too thin, his eyes are too small and too close, and he looks like a greedy ferret who is only in a hurry to find something to eat.

Andrew squinted and strode towards him, each step leisurely. "You'd love to come back, right?"

"No!" he said. "Oh my God! You don't know, I'm just a photographer. See, see, see?" he clumsily dug through his backpack for a long time and pulled out a camera. "I was in charge of taking pictures, helping the newspaper to take pictures. That's my job, I just want to see what's available. “

"Save it. Andrew told him. "You and I both know that you're not here to take pictures, you're here to find this. Andrew then took the box of negatives out of his pocket and held it in his hand and showed it to him.

He stopped chattering, just stood and stared at Andrew in silence, and then his eyes moved to the box of negatives. He licked his lips, trying to say something.

"Who are you?" Andrew asked, deliberately sounding hoarse and stern. Andrew tried to imagine how Andrew would speak if he was in town with Hermione right now, waiting to be questioned by her.

"Uh, Donnie White. He swallowed and looked directly at Andrew. "Am I in trouble?"

Andrew stared at him, sneered and said, "We'll investigate, do you have identification?"

"Yes, of course. “

"Show me. Andrew glanced at him and added, "Slow down." “

His eyes widened in horror, and with a slow, exaggerated motion, he reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out a wallet, which he flipped over to the side where his driver's license was kept. Andrew strode over, grabbed the wallet and looked at it, the name on the driver's license was the same as he had reported, and the photo matched.

"All right, Mr. White. Andrew began. "We're investigating right now, and as long as you work with us, I think we're--"

Andrew looked up and saw that he was staring at Andrew's name tag, and Andrew's volume gradually decreased. He pulled back his wallet and accused Andrew, "You're not a cop!"

Andrew tilted his head back and looked at him with his toes held high. "Well, even if I'm not a Muggle cop, but on the other side, I'm undoubtedly a law enforcer, well, maybe you don't understand, but I'm working for the police, and your negatives are in my hands. “

He cursed again and shoved his camera back into the bag, clearly trying to leave. "No, you don't have anything, there is not half a picture in that negative that has anything to do with me. I'm going to flash. “

Andrew watched him walk past Andrew and towards the door. "Mr. White, don't be so impatient. I really think there are some things we should talk about, like when you dropped a box of negatives last Wednesday under the roof of a house in a lakeside neighborhood. “

He glanced at Andrew. "I don't have much to say to you. He grunted. "Whoever the fuck you are. He reached out and opened the door.

Andrew gestured to the staff in the corner, and hissed in Andrew's most exaggerated tone, "Shut down." “

Then the hand pointed sharply to the door. At Andrew's call, the wind elemental moved, and the channeled force tightly controlled Andrew's staff, causing it to jump across the room and slam the door shut before Donnie White's eyes. He stiffened like a plank and turned his head to face Andrew, his eyes wide open.

"My God, you're in league with them. Don't kill me. He said. "Oh my God, you've got the picture. I don't know anything, I don't know. I'm not going to threaten you. He managed to calm his voice, but it sounded shaky. Andrew saw him glance at the sliding glass door that led to the small balcony, as if to wonder what chance he had of escaping without being caught by Andrew.

"Mr. White, take it easy. Andrew told him. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going after the guy who killed Bella. Please help me and tell me what you know, and I'll take care of the rest. “

He let out a wry smile and slowly took half a step towards the glass door. "And let myself be killed, like Bella and the others? “

"No, Mr. White, tell me what you know, and I will stop this killing, and I will bring Bella's killer to justice. Andrew tried to make his voice sound calm and calm, suppressing the frustration that Andrew felt.

At this point, it would be nice to read his mind directly, but if Andrew frightened him, he would definitely run away through the glass door. "I'm as anxious as you are to stop these men from continuing to be traitors. “

"Why?" he asked. Andrew saw the slight disdain in his eyes. "Who are you? Have you slept with her?"

Andrew shook his head. "No, it's not. She's just a dead person whose life shouldn't have died. “

"You're not a policeman, so why are you taking any risk to meddle with this? Why bother against these people? Don't you see what they're capable of?"

Andrew shrugged. "Isn't there just one murderer?" he didn't answer Andrew's question, and Andrew held up the box of negatives. "Mr. White, what are these photographs, and what is in this roll of negatives that would kill Bella Randall?"

Donnie White massaged his thighs with the palm of his hand, and as he looked around the room, his ponytail swayed with him. "I'll talk to you. Give me that negative, and I'll tell you. “

Andrew shook his head. "There's a chance I might need pictures inside. “

"If you don't know what you're looking for, this roll of negatives won't be of any use to you. He made it clear. "I don't know you at all, and I don't want to get in trouble. I just want to get out of here alive. “

Andrew stared at him for a moment. If Andrew gave him the negative, Andrew would have no negatives in his hands, and he would have lost the contents of the negatives. If Andrew didn't give him the negatives, but he told the truth, the negatives would be of no use to Andrew at all. The clues lead Andrew to his current situation, leading to him.

Andrew flicked his fingers, causing the staff to fall to the ground with a thud. Andrew threw the negative to him with his low hand, but he didn't take it, so he leaned over to pick it up, while still carefully guarding against Andrew.

"Wait until I get out of here. He said. "We have nothing to do with it. I don't know you. “

Andrew nodded. "Very well, let's get started. “

Donnie stopped talking, brushing his hair all the way back with one hand and tugging at his ponytail a little nervously. "I've known Bella for a while. I helped her take some photo shoots, and I helped several girls in the city. Most of them send their photos to magazines. “

"Adult magazines?" Andrew asked.

"It's not. He said impatiently, still looking nervous. "Actually, it's The Little Prince magazine - nonsense, of course, it's an adult magazine, and it's not a very tasteful kind. In fact, even if you don't take the advanced route of "Playboy", you can make a lot of money. “

"Then again, Bella came to me on Sunday and she said she had business for me. If I want to take some pictures for her, and then give her the negatives, I can get them - she's really nice to me anyway. I just had to go to her designated location, shoot a roll of negatives from the window, leave, and send it to her the next day. So I did so, but I didn't expect her to be dead. “

"To the waterfront community?" Andrew said.

"Yes. “

"What do you see over there?" Andrew asked.

Donnie White shook his head, his eyes shifting from Andrew to the bed again. "I saw Bella, and a few others, none of them I recognized. They're having parties and stuff like that, with candles and a lot of stuff. It was a terrible storm, and the sky was thundering, so I couldn't listen very closely. I've been worried that someone will use the light of lightning to see me on it, but I think they're all too busy. “

"They're partying?" Andrew said.

"It's not. He said impatiently. "Actually they're playing with picking up red dots - bullshit, of course they're having sex. Real guns, not a tertiary film that is just an action. Isn't that the case with real guns, there were Bella, another woman, and three men. I flashed when I was done. “

The demons let out hearty laughter, and the demons heard the lustful thoughts hidden in Fang Cai's words. "Can you describe what the other people look like?"

He shook his head. "I'm not looking. It's not about looks, if you know what I mean. The stuff they're doing makes me sick to my stomach. “

"Do you know what Bella is going to do with those pictures?"

He glanced at Andrew and snickered, as if Andrew was too innocent. "God, man, what do you think someone would do with this picture? Of course she wants to get some oil and water from someone. Damn, even if she has half a photo of the Spring Palace, she won't lose a piece of meat, it must be that some people in the photo who are working with her are worried. What kind of stupid fake cop are you?"

Andrew ignored his question. "And what are you going to do with these pictures?" Donnie?"

He shrugged. "Maybe lose it. Andrew saw him looking around, and Andrew knew he was lying. He wanted to keep the negatives and see who was in the picture, and if he could succeed, he would be able to make a good stroke. He seems to be the kind of guy who is feather, and the demons' instincts can't be wrong.

"Then let me do it for you. Andrew flicked his fingers as he spoke. "Bell flames. “

A flame erupted through the gray lid of the negative box, and Donnie White screamed and jerked his hand back. The red box of negatives turned into a ball of fire and fell to the ground, shrinking into a smoking lump.

He stared directly at the roll of negatives, then looked up at Andrew, his mouth wide open.

"Donnie, I hope you're not lying to me. Andrew told him. His face turned as pale as a sheet, indicating that he hadn't lied to Andrew, and he escaped from the suite, breaking two police cordons and closing the door as he ran.

Andrew told him to leave. Andrew took his word for it. Judging by his panicked virtue, he wasn't smart enough to make up a whole story at will.

Whoever this man is, he turned the primordial power of creation into the end of destruction, and he is simply a piece of rubbish. Whoever this person is, he uses the magic of the Three-Eyed drug to murder people one by one, and Andrew must clean him up. Andrew's brain is functioning and there are many things that can be carried out.

Bella Randall intends to blackmail someone. Andrew suddenly realized that the person must be Monica's husband or someone who had been partying in the house that day. But what is it for?

Andrew didn't have any photos in his hand, only information from Downey to Andrew, and Andrew didn't want to wait here. If Andrew wants to find out what happened, Andrew must follow up on the clue he gave Andrew and find out who killed Bella.

The answer is simple – it's not an accident, it's by design.

Andrew was lured here. Someone asks Andrew to go to the waterfront house, asks Andrew to get involved and investigate what happened. This person was so nervous as soon as he met the wizard that he didn't even want to give Andrew a name, and carefully crafted a few lines of dialogue to make Andrew believe that she was a complete layman, and then left in a hurry, and finally in order to send Andrew on the phone quickly, he was willing to give the five hundred yuan bill for nothing. This man lured Andrew out, leaving him to see the light and die, and he was under threat.

That's the key.

Andrew cleaned up the scene and strode out the door.

It's time to talk to Monica.