Atlanta Police Department.

Eric Rudolph walked in cautiously with his satchel on his back. The aisles are filled with people of all colors from all over the world, some who have lost their wallets, some who have been robbed, some who have lost their way and have to come to the Atlanta Police Department for help, and of course, there are family disputes in Atlanta or racial conflicts. This was the center of the Martin Luther King, Jr. civil rights movement, and conflicts between blacks and whites and yellows could easily reach the police and then the Atlanta courtroom. The Atlanta police are no stranger to this.

"Hey~ Where are you going?" A fat police officer sitting in the aisle, wiping his sweat, stopped him.

"I want to go to the report room." Eric replied calmly.

The fat officer looked Eric Rudolph up and down, then raised his hand, "Go to the right, room 3." ”

In room 3, a bespectacled white police officer is leaning back in a chair with his hands crossed over the back of his head. Opposite him, sat a black man with a large piece of gauze on his forehead, which had been stained red with blood.

The glasses officer asked, "Who hit you?" ”

"My wife."

"I'll report it." Eric Rudolph came over and said.

The glasses officer turned his head to look at Eric, and he pointed to the bench opposite, "Go over there and wait, I'll call you later." ”

There was already a whole row of black people sitting on the chairs.

"How?" The glasses officer suddenly became interested, he touched his chin, and said with a smile on the black man.

"She used a pan." The black man said with some whims.

"Why did she hit you?"

"It's because ...... That ......"

"Hurry up, don't you think there's a group of people waiting behind you?"

"I just told her to put more salt in the cooking. She suddenly went crazy, and it happened that there was a pan on her right, and she picked up the pan. Just hit me. ”

The glasses officer scoffed.

"Officer, please help me warn that guy that she always beats me like that."

"You should never say such things to your wife again, hurry home, and then say sorry to your wife."

The expression on the black man's face suddenly became serious, "Although my wife is one, Martin Luther King Jr. said that we are equal, if she beats me like this again." I took her to court and accused her of racial discrimination......"

"Okay, okay, if you dare to do that, she'll put something else in your dish next time. Do you understand? Don't take it too seriously, let's go! Officer glasses interrupted him directly.

"Officer, at least prepare a case for me!"

"Get out ~ get out of here ~ where are so many resources wasted on you."

The black man stood up timidly.

The glasses officer shook his head, a small thing the size of a sesame seed, and actually came to the police station, really. What do you think of the police station? It's all Martin Luther King Jr. to blame. The glasses officer looked at the black people sitting in the waiting position full of black people, and shook his head helplessly, what a headache.

"Mr. Hello~, Mr. with a C&C rucksack? Please come here. "It's fine. In the midst of this group of blacks, there is also a white person.

Eric Rudolph was stunned for a moment, "Me? ”

"Yes, that's you."

Rows full of blacks began to stand up in protest.

"Sit it all down for me. If you have an opinion about me. Just go and complain about me. Shut up now, this is the police station, believe it or not I'm throwing you all in jail for obstructing public order. Officer glasses shouted. The blacks were suddenly silent.

Eric walked over to Officer Glasses and sat down.

"You're going to report it? What happened? ”

"Uh~ I lost my wallet." Eric said with some urgency.

"How's it going?"

"How's that? Does it mean what the wallet is like, or how is the wallet lost? ”

"I mean where I lost it."

"I don't know. When I remembered to use it, it just disappeared. ”

"What's in there?" The glasses officer took out his pen and began to record.

"A photo of my wife, driver's license, ID card, passport ......"

"Slow down, slow down!" The glasses officer looked up at Eric.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ID card, passport, bank card, credit card, plane ticket, cash, a photo of my wife......"

"Your wife's picture has already been said."

"What?"

The glasses officer stared at Eric, and that look made Eric very uncomfortable.

"You told me you had a picture of your wife in it."

Eric began to swallow a little nervously, not knowing how to answer.

"How much cash is in there?" The glasses officer withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, lowered his head and asked again.

"It's about $300 to $350." Eric glanced at the exit of room 3 and suddenly asked, "Excuse me, where is the restroom?" ”

The glasses officer didn't answer him, looked up, and looked at Eric again, "Name, and address." ”

"Kenelm-Liman, Motel Six, 311 South Main Street."

"Phone." The glasses officer looked up and looked at Eric again.

“3529009。”

"Take this and call tomorrow to ask about the situation." The glasses officer handed him a report slip, "Go out of the bathroom and turn right." ”

"Thank you." Eric took the list, looked down, said thank you, and got up to leave room 3.

Inside the restroom of the Atlanta Police Department.

Eric closed the door of the cubicle and stood on the toilet, he looked up at the door he had closed, then raised his hand and pushed open the plaster ceiling, the C&C canvas bag he had been carrying all along.

After doing all this, he pressed the flush valve, walked out of the cubicle and washed his face with water again, then smiled nervously in the mirror and calmly left the Atlanta police department.

……

"Sister, how about you take a look at these two?" Nikki Hilton rushed into the room, carrying two two-piece dresses and a black-and-white smudged one-piece miniskirt. Another floral striped miniskirt.

Paris, who was sitting at the workbench, didn't even raise her head, "Well~ it's all good, it's very good, just pick one!" ”

"Why don't you take a look." Nikki Hilton saw Paris like this and threw the two clothes directly on the bed, "We're going to watch the opening ceremony of the Olympics anyway." ”

"Really, it's all good." Paris still didn't look up, she stared carefully at the design on the workbench, the pencil in her hand didn't stop at all.

"You're really going crazy." Nikki snatched the pencil from Paris's hand.

"Hey~ Give it back to me, I'm working."

"This is Atlanta."

"Even if it's Atlanta. I have to work, too. ”

"Stephanie said that when you came back from Elizabeth, it was like a different person."

"Didn't Mom and Dad tell you?"

"Isn't it about building a Hilton hotel on the coast of Lozalito? What's all the fuss. And, what does this hotel have to do with you. ”

"That's what I talked about."

"Stop bragging." Nikki Hilton scoffed at such a statement, "If you let Stephanie hear this, she will probably laugh her buckteeth out of her eyes." ”

"That's what I talked about. The board of directors has promised me that in addition to the main body of this hotel, the layout of the surrounding area of the hotel will be left to me to design. ”

"Are you kidding me?"

"Who's kidding you? That's just the condition I promised Jerry. ”

"What?"

"Nothing?"

"You explicitly mentioned Jerry."

"I didn't."

"You open-eyed and talker."

"Do you still want me to talk to you?"

Nikki immediately jumped to her feet. Bringing up the two miniskirts, "Which one?" ”

"The one on the right, a miniskirt smudged in black and white."

"I think it's a good one, too."

"Alright, now. Leaving my room, I'm going to get back to work. ”

Nikki Hilton wasn't so easy to get through, she threw her clothes on the bed and ran to Paris again. Flatteringly, he squeezed Paris's shoulder, "Sister, are you plotting something?" ”

Paris made Nikki pinched and let out a moan of ecstasy.

"It's really Yin~ swinging voice!"

"Smack". Nikki received a direct slap on the back of her hand. "What are you thinking?"

"What do I think? It's clearly your own voice, sister, and you blame me. "There's something else Nikki Hilton wants to say.

"If you have time to think about that, you might as well think about the design work that Miss Crawford has given you. It's already mid-July! Paris ignored her rebuttal, got up and grabbed her hand, and pulled her to the door, "Haven't you always wanted to join a design company?" If you miss C&C, I'm afraid you'll regret it too late. ”

With a bang, Paris Hilton had closed the door directly.

Cindy Crawford entrusted the design task of underwear style to the Hilton sisters, Paris had a lot of ideas, design drafts one after another, and Nikki Hilton's words, her design is still a bit orthodox, so far, she has not come up with a work that satisfies Cindy Crawford.

Nikki slammed the door twice in hatred, and suddenly thought of something again, she followed and kicked twice, "Paris, my clothes~"

The door slammed and opened again, and Paris threw out the two miniskirts, "It's dinner time now, don't bother me anymore." ”

Bang~

The door closed again.

Hum~

In a fit of rage, Nikki Hilton continued to leave a kick on the door and turned to leave.

In the elevator control room of the Hilton hotel, a mobile phone is flashing in a rucksack labeled C&C. (To be continued......)