In the early morning, the red sun rises over the sea level, and the fiery red is like a giant fireball. The sunlight at this time is not dazzling, and the light has a hint of red warmth. After a night of frenzy in the First District, the guests came out of the entertainment venues exhausted, and began to walk to their places of residence after a casual meal.

After more than half an hour of silence, it was finally dawn. The golden sunlight washed away the darkness in the streets like a sharp sword, shining on the people, looking at the rising sun, it was like looking at an undefeated god of war.

Durin still sat in that chair, sipping the same coffee, eating a burrito for half a dollar, and flipping through the newspaper in his hand. The newsboy stood behind Durin with his head bowed, his hat in his hand, a little uneasy.

After a while, Durin took out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the newsboy's hat, "I want to know all the news about Juan and his family that I am worth seeing, this is half the deposit, the sooner the better!"

The newsboy's eyes lit up, he thought that the twenty yuan was all, but he didn't expect it to be only half. He immediately put the hat containing the money directly on his head, and deliberately brushed his hair, so that the inner lining of the hat was tightly attached to the hair, "Sir, you will see everything you want tomorrow morning!", said him bending down and saluting, running out into the street as he did every morning, and began to distribute newspapers.

These newsboys have their own intelligence networks, and there is a higher intelligence network running over them, and anything you want to know about the Illian can be heard from them for the vast majority of the lesser-circulated information for an equal price.

Juan is quite famous in the city of Illian, he is a celebrity in society, he has three breweries and a bar, which are all legal businesses of his family, and all have legal licenses to produce and sell all kinds of alcohol. As a tourist city, alcoholic beverages are indispensable consumables, and some people even come to Ilian from other places for the purpose of drinking high-quality alcohol without any scruples.

If tourism is the first pillar of Illian's economy, then the breweries and bars are the second pillar of Illian's economy. Unlike other business categories, both brewing and selling alcohol are subject to a high tax, starting at 45 percent, and increasing when sales exceed a certain amount, up to a maximum of 60 percent.

But even so, Juan still made a lot of money, so much so that a guy who used to be just a boiler burner became the number one person in Illian City.

There are two reasons why Doolin has his eye on him, the first is that he has three breweries and a bar in his hands, a total of four licenses, with which Doolin can unscrupulously produce legal moonshine and then smuggle it to those illegal areas to sell, even if the problem is found, it will not be traced to Doolin, because it is legal to brew high-grade liquor here. The second reason is that Juan has invested in a mall in the 8th arrondissement, close to the center.

The mall is planned to have a total of five floors, close to 45,000 square meters of business area, and a total investment of about 12 million. If Juan and his boiler family were a powerful family, then Durin would definitely stay away, but he was just a winemaker and a drinker, and he didn't have any effective help in politics, and he was the softest persimmon, so Durin was going to take a look.

Of course, Duhrin would be kind enough to discuss with him if he could co-invest, and if he could, he wouldn't mind contributing half of the partnership to the project himself. But if he didn't know what to do, then Durin wouldn't be polite to him.

Picking up his cup and sipping down the little coffee he had left, and soaking the remaining water stains on his lips, Durin pressed the five dollars under his plate, and began his daily routine with a newspaper in his hand. Just as he passed by the Illian City Police Station, the police station had just woken up. The policemen who came to work rubbed their eyes a little sleepily and squeezed into the police station.

The special social environment of Illian doomed the police to not be a lazy job, especially in the second half of the night, when the major entertainment venues were still open for business, at this time those tourists or local drunkards were almost drunk, and there would often be friction due to some minor problems, and eventually a brawl occurred. So when the first district is off, the police are off.

Fortunately, the police station implements shifts, otherwise it can really kill people. The police officers on duty during the day worked from half past seven in the morning to half past seven in the evening, and the police on the night shift worked from eight in the evening until five in the morning, and everyone was resting for the remaining two hours.

The officer in charge of the detention yawned and signed his name in the check-in book, then took a hot naba-wrap from his backpack and took a happy bite with a thick milk coffee. The naba burrito here has been a bit of a change from the authentic burrito, where most of the burritos are filled with beef, but here it's the fish of deep-sea fish, who makes the fish cheaper?

Fortunately, in order to secure more customers, the chefs cut the fish into thin slices and fried them on a frying pan until crispy and golden brown on both sides, so that the taste is more fragrant and textured. As for whether it will be too greasy and unhealthy to eat, that's another matter.

The officer was obviously hungry, and he quickly ate all the things in his hand, and touched his stomach to think that he could eat another one, but he decided to keep his mouth shut at the thought that he was already overweight. The police officers in Illian City are really not good, not only do they work hard, but the police department even requires the image of the officers to be healthy, and refuses fat or thin people to join the police force, which is to maintain the positive image of the police officers, but also to maintain the image of Illian.

He opened the iron door of the detention area, glanced at the office notebook on the desk, then took the key to the first detention room, opened the iron door, "You can go home!"

Two strong men who were drunk and beat each other walked out with a rebellious face, staring at the policeman's eyes with some arrogance, the policeman smiled and said, "If you don't want to go, you can go in again!"

The guy walking in the back pushed the guy in front, and the two swaggered out of the detention area. The police officer also locked the door and returned to his booth.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, someone came to take Elise away for interrogation, but when the two men walked outside the door of the first detention cell, they were immediately stunned by what was inside.

Elise actually hanged himself?

The police took the wrong key several times in a panic to open the iron door, and when they rushed in, Elis's body was already cold, and the prosecutor in charge of the arraignment glanced at the police officer with some calm eyes, "I want to know what happened, why did such an important witness die here?"

After a brief panic, the police officer also came to his senses, and his gaze swept back and forth on the prosecutor twice very impolitely, "If he doesn't want to live, who can stop him?" Besides, he didn't inform me before he hanged himself, do you know how much is going on in the Illian area after the summer? I've been so busy that I haven't rested until now, and I don't have time to come here." You asked for a single room in the first place, and if he didn't live in this private room, these things wouldn't have happened, and I think if there is a problem, the problem is with you!"

The prosecutor who was bitten back turned red and then turned white again, he once again confirmed that Elis had begun to stiffen, snorted heavily and turned to leave, and put down the cruel words before leaving, "This is dereliction of duty, I will complain to your superiors!"

The police officer laughed a few times, "If you like to complain, go and complain, who can control you?", he casually took out a biscuit wrapped in a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, "Strange, why are you hungry so fast today? It seems that I will have to eat more tomorrow morning!"

News of Elise's hanging soon spread, and most of the Gualts said he deserved it or deserved it, but the response was mediocre. Compared to ordinary people, prosecutors are the ones who react the most. He burst into the judge's office, and the old judge lowered his glasses, looked up at him slowly, and strode forward angrily, slapping him on the judge's desk.

"This is a conspiracy, there is definitely a conspiracy hidden here!", the prosecutor kept clenching his teeth, he didn't want to rush the judge, but the anger at this time made him completely unable to control his emotions. He was paying attention to the matter as soon as the riot broke out, and as it unfolded, he finally caught Elis and the others, and the seemingly reasonable process made him sense that it was "deliberate", which should not be the feeling of a homicide.

He has dealt with many cases, and most of all homicides, except for a few exceptions, are crimes of passion, and to put it in layman's terms, he makes a decision and then carries it out as soon as his brain is hot. In those murders that are not crimes of passion, the criminals who are not fools and who have completed the murder in the end have never been so easy to catch and so honest. So he felt that there was something wrong with this, so he told the people at the police station that Elise must be kept in a solitary cell, and he would interrogate Elise this morning.

What I didn't expect was that Elise was already dead, and someone took the lead in cutting off Elis, the most important witness and clue!

"My dear child, anger won't solve anything, you have to learn to control your anger, and then calmly watch the bad guys show their flaws. The old judge patted the prosecutor's hand with a smile, "You have to remember that evil can never defeat justice, and one day they will face trial!"