Alvin doesn't care much about serial murders, it has nothing to do with him, and besides, Hell's Kitchen kills people every day, since they are all dead people, does it matter how they die?

A serial killer is nothing in Hell's Kitchen, and maybe that perverted idiot doesn't kill as much as a random gangster's gunman in his life! That's the difference between a job and a hobby!

Ask any random person in Hell's Kitchen if he's happy to face a psychopathic killer or a loan shark, and you'll probably be told that a psychopathic killer might be easier to deal with!

Because psychopathic killers generally don't have a body size of 300 pounds, they won't punch people and spit out what they ate the day before yesterday, and they are making you eat it back!

Psychopathic killers generally use their brains, but the work of killing people has always been classified as manual work in Hell's Kitchen.

Stark looked at Alvin hugging Fawkes and whispering, and felt very unhappy, Alvin was very unhappy this early in the morning, and he was drinking and greasy!

Having poured himself a glass of whiskey, Stark felt like he had to get himself a glass, regardless of whether it was morning or not.

Taking a sip of whiskey, Stark knocked on the bar and said to Alvin impatiently, "Man, I think you need a room right now, not to irritate my eyes here!" Converge a little, now we are assisting this, um~, the police officer to investigate the case! ”

Beckett, who was sitting on the edge of the bar with a coffee cup in both hands, glanced at Stark and said, "Kate Beckett, you can call me Officer Beckett!" It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark! ”

Stark glanced at Beckett irritably and said, "Okay! Officer Beckett, I'm getting some interest in this case right now, can you elaborate on that? Maybe I can think of something! ”

Beckett took a sip of coffee, glanced at Fox, and said with a smile, "Great coffee!" ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Stark, shook the prom list in his hand, and said, "I'm sorry, it's confidential!" ”

Alvin looked at Stark's face like eating, and laughed out loud, as a poor person, watching Stark eat deflated is indeed a pleasant thing for people to be physically and mentally happy!

I couldn't help but take the whiskey that still had a little bottom left, touched it with Beckett's coffee cup, and said with a smile: "You impress me, Officer Beckett, you are welcome to the Peace Hotel in the future!" Ha!

But I do get a little interested in this case now, because one thing I just remembered was that day I saw an avid clown fan at the ball, and he didn't even scratch the corners of his mouth to tell at a glance that he was playing the clown.

If you want me to say that he is a little timid and stupid, the clown he plays is impeccable!

But if you want to know who he is, you'll need Mr. Stark's help! I remember him as a partner of a producer named Michael Oslan! They have some cooperation with Mr. Stark's bodyguards! ”

Beckett listened to Alvin's words, turned to Stark's direction, and said sincerely, "Mr. Stark, can you ask your bodyguard to talk?"

Just this morning, the producer, Michael Oslan, was found dead in his home, having the corners of his mouth brutally slashed open and a clown poker on his head!

I forgot to mention one thing before, that one said 'jealousy'! ”

Stark was stunned for a moment and said, "Jealousy, why?" This guy is the rival of Orlan?"

Beckett shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not, the last one to die was a casting director, and the playing card on his forehead was written with arrogance!" How to explain it? ”

Kassel, who had been pondering on the side, slapped the table with some excitement, startling everyone, and said, "Seven deadly sins! ”

Alvin looked at Cassel curiously and asked, "What did you say?" What are the seven deadly sins?"

Cassel stood up, circled around the restaurant, and said with some excitement, "It's the Seven Deadly Sins!" Arrogance, jealousy, greed, gluttony, **, laziness, anger, wow, what a good writing subject this is, what a charming killer this is, huh~~ What's wrong? ”

Immersed in fantasy, Cassel looked at everyone inexplicably, because everyone was looking at him with a psychotic look.

Beckett covered his head in worry, rolled his eyes at Kassel, and said in the tone of a doctor to a patient: "Kassel, this is a murder!" ”

Kassel, who hadn't fully reacted yet, stared at Beckett with his eyes and said innocently: "I know, and then what?" ”

Beckett shook his head, sighed, and said, "Nothing, Mr. Writer!" You're good to go! Tell us what the seven deadly sins are! ”

Saying that, Beckett turned to Fox, pouted with a wry smile and said, "I think a temporary boyfriend is a good idea, it's a kind of protection for us!" These men are fools! ”

Fox nodded in agreement, raised the coffee cup in his hand, touched it with Beckett, and said with a smile: "That's right, I'm starting to like you now, NYPD!" ”

Immersed in his own fantasies, Cassel muttered to himself: "A wonderful actor, who is determined to take revenge because he has been treated unfairly, and to exercise God's right to condemn those who have hurt him!"

First he killed the casting director who committed the crime of arrogance, and then he killed his partner who committed the crime of jealousy!

Two people are dead now, and five more will die later, and they will correspond separately, greed, gluttony, **, laziness, anger! It's not murder, it's a trial! A judgment on the impetuous, money-worshipping world!

Oh my god, this is really a fascinating killer, and this is going to be a best-selling story! ”

Alvin listened intently to the end, and couldn't help but let out a sound from his mouth, "Cut!" Then he looked at Kassel with disdain! A middle finger at him!

When he expounded his conjecture about the serial killer in Kassel, he was really stirred by this story and was a little nervous, but it turned out that this bastard's main concern was that it would be a best-selling story!

This may be the difference between the great god and the street, they can always write wonderful stories that are close to the needs of the market, and the street can only be like their previous life, entertaining themselves with words! Then sigh that he was born at the wrong time, and God is jealous of talents! What to do?

Just when everyone wanted to applaud Kassel's wonderful story, Beckett's phone rang.

Beckett picked up the phone and said, "This is Beckett!" ”

………………

"What do you say? Ryan, be clear! Where is he? He's in front of a hotel called the Peace Hotel?"

As soon as Beckett's words fell, everyone looked at the door of the restaurant!

A man in a gray sports hoodie appeared and was walking towards the restaurant, waving back to the three children who were playing at the door as he walked!

When the man in gray turned his head to face the restaurant, Alvin felt the hairs on his back stand up!

Officer Beckett, quickly pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the man in gray, and shouted, "Hands up, NYPD!" ”