Chapter 239: A Clever Maniac

Beckett gave John a strange look, he couldn't understand how a man who had been going to die before suddenly had spirits? Could it be that Alvin enchanted him?

Beckett shook his head, pushed the absurd thoughts out of his mind, held a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, and asked, "John, can you tell me more about what the person who made you cut the corners of your mouth looks like?" What is your name? Is there anyone else who goes to that person like you? Where did you meet that person?"

John, who was in high spirits, closed his eyes and thought about it carefully, then shuddered, and said: "I don't know his name, how old he is, he painted his face a terrible white, and the corners of his mouth were also cut, and then it was stitched up, and there are two terrible scars.

I met this man in a slum apartment in Brooklyn. He took out $20,000 from a brown suitcase and demanded that I cut the corners of my mouth myself in front of him!

And he demanded that I stay in New York for three months! Otherwise he will find me and kill me! ”

Saying that, John glanced at Beckett and said with a wry smile: "We all know that his last request is impossible, who will listen to him?" But where can I go?"

Beckett listened carefully, and while taking notes, he continued to ask, "Are there anyone else like you?" I mean someone who is willing to cut the corners of their mouths! ”

John smiled bitterly and said, "How can there be none, there are too many!" As far as I know, there are only four people, and I don't know even more! Actually, I had to listen to them to find that person! ”

Beckett was taken aback, and then asked, "Who are they?" How did they know that person?"

John was silent for a moment, glanced at Alvin, then sighed and said, "They're friends I met when I was on drugs, and there's actually no need for you to go to them.

Every Monday, the man placed an ad in a New York Times job posting with a clown's profile picture and a phone number.

That's how I followed that phone number to find that person! The news spread widely in Brooklyn's addict circles, and basically everyone knew about it!

$20,000 is a lot of money for us! For the sake of this money, many people can give everything! ”

Beckett took notes intently, she had a headache, no matter which policeman encountered this kind of case, it would be very painful, the opponent was likely to be a very smart psychopath, he would definitely continue to commit crimes, but Beckett still couldn't figure out too many clues!

Can you elaborate on your impression of that person? Your most intuitive impression can be, and everything you can think of will help us! Beckett tapped his forehead with a pen and said to John.

John was very cooperative, he closed his eyes, thought carefully, and then said slowly: "The man was wearing a purple suit and carrying a brown suitcase. His hair was blonde and up to his neck, and it was messy and it felt crazy!

He speaks like a poisonous snake, and he always likes to stick out his tongue, which makes his voice always hoarse with a hint of sound. It's scary!

His face~~ I only remember the bright red corners of his mouth and the whiteness! ”

Beckett continued to ask a few more detailed questions, then closed his notebook and began to call his colleagues Esposito and Ryan, who were going to stay here and wait for Stark's bodyguard, Harpy, to come over.

That crazy clown actor that Alvin said was the main suspect right now, and she had to know who this person really was!

A somewhat curious Robert and Steve asked Alvin about what had happened.

Robert frowned and did not comment.

Steve looked a little puzzled, the madman at the prom stared at him all night, and he was impressed, but the guy who was thrown out of Stark Manor didn't look like a person who could do such a big deal! 20,000 yuan per person, that's a lot of money!

Steve touched Alvin's arm and said in a deep voice, "If it was the madman at the ball, I still have an impression, but he doesn't look like a person with such a big deal!" He doesn't look like a rich man! ”

Alvin smiled and said, "Who knows! Maybe that guy is just an incompetent lunatic and has nothing to do with him. Another possibility is that he found himself a rich sponsor!

Whether it's him or not, this madman must not want to do good! I have a feeling that this Officer Beckett is going to be in trouble this time! ”

Cassel leaned over to Alvin and said with some excitement: "This guy must be crazy, but his brain is very smart!" He must be confusing the police department by doing these things! The New York Police Department is so busy right now that there aren't enough people to investigate these poor people!

It's a challenge!

He left a clue that he wanted to play a game with the police, which was so exciting! I can't wait to know what this guy thinks! ”

Alvin glanced at Cassel, who was also crazy now, and ignored him, it's normal for a writer to go crazy for the inspiration of writing a book!

Chief Misty had been sitting there without saying a word since he came to the dining room, wanting to watch Officer Beckett in action. But when things got a little serious, she kept thinking that she was an experienced police officer after all.

Misty stood up and walked over to John's side, looked at the four bundles of bills still on the table, and said thoughtfully to Alvin, "This method of tying money looks very different from the way the bank does it. I seem to have seen it somewhere! ”

Alvin saw that Misty didn't talk to Beckett, but found him, and it was very interesting to see if all the women with a little ability were not right when they were together! That's true of Beckett and Fox, and this is still true of Misty and Beckett!

Since Misty entered the restaurant, she has behaved like Michael on the day she first took office, and she came with the intention of watching jokes! A strong policeman can't get any advantage in the Peace Hotel!

Unfortunately, in the end, she was disappointed, this beautiful police officer has a boyfriend who is familiar with her, and he acts as a lubricant to make Officer Beckett's work go smoothly!

But now, things seem to be a bit serious, and Misty's professionalism overwhelms her careful thinking, and she soon finds a key point, that person's source of funds!

Alvin glanced at the bundles of dollars, in fact, he had already seen the problem of where the money was coming from, but everything was not clear at that time, so there was no need to say it! Now that Misty had asked, Alvin was naturally willing to answer.

Smiling and nodding the dollars on the table, Alvin said, "This should be a common method used by drug dealers, in June, that Jamaican drug dealer Pluto once sent me a bag of such bills, and he said that it was his son Domi's tuition for the past 12 years!" ”

Beckett looked at Alvin in disbelief after hearing Alvin's words, and said, "You still have a connection with drug dealers?" As he spoke, Beckett instinctively touched the pistol on his waist!

Alvin glanced at her and said, "This is Hell's Kitchen, is it strange that I, the principal, know a student's parent?"

One more thing, that student of mine was admitted to the law department of Columbia University this year, and he may be a lawyer in the future! ”

Officer Beckett still said with some unacceptability: "But he is a drug dealer, and you even took his money!" ”

Alvin glanced at Misty, the black female chief must not have made it clear to Beckett about Hell's Kitchen. From this point, we can see a very real truth, it is difficult for a person to learn well, but it is really fast to learn badly, and Director Misty is a typical example!

Alvin glared at Director Misty, who shrugged his shoulders and made a face, "What's wrong with me?" The expression makes people look annoying.

Turning to Officer Beckett, Alvin said in a deep voice, "What does it have to do with me that he's a drug dealer?" Am I not clear enough? I am the principal and he is the parent of my students.

The money he sent was because his son Domi was admitted to college, and he wanted to make up for his son's tuition for the past 12 years! What's wrong with that? A drug dealer can't give back to his alma mater for his son?"