Bill leaves the fast-food restaurant and heads straight to the central block, where he gets the name and address of the bounty recipient, according to free information from the owner of the unbranded tavern, and nothing else.

Therefore, he needs to find the person who is being rewarded and confirm the target.

The bounty recipient lives in an old-fashioned apartment building on rue Fournier at the very edge of the central block, walking in the shade of the eaves, and Bill's pace is getting faster and faster.

"No. 10, No. 11, No. 12 ......"

With a quick glance at the street numbers, Bill saw many reporters gathered at the back of the crowd at the bottom of the apartment building at 13 rue Fournier, frowning twitching.

His target lives on the top floor of an apartment building, which is now isolated by the police, much to Bill's surprise.

"Why did you suddenly find a murder?"

"Will it be ......?"

"Hey, Bill, I read that right, it's really you!"

Some unfamiliar voices came from the crowd, a reporter was waving at him, and Bill thought for a moment, finally remembering where they had met.

The reporter, a new editorial staff member who, like Williams, was on the road a lot and was rarely seen in the newspaper, and it was only half a sentence that Bill had spoken to when Hansen's editor-in-charge went to visit Thomas's editor-in-chief.

The reporter struggled to squeeze his way through the crowd with his camera and came to Bill.

"Long time no see, Bill, how are you doing?"

"Hmm. ”

"Haha, you're still so cold, how come you have time to be here today, have you heard the news too?"

“...... What's the news?"

With his hands in his coat pockets, Bill deliberately showed that he didn't know anything and that he needed information from the door.

"So you haven't heard that last night on the top floor of this apartment building, there was an extremely cruel case of corpse mutilation!"

The expression of the reporter of the new editorial agency is particularly exaggerated, his eyes are round and round, and his mouth seems to be able to take off an egg directly.

"Corpse shredding?"

"Yes, according to the news circulating at the scene, this is not an ordinary case of corpse mutilation, I heard that the murderer ...... the corpse"

The reporter told Bill everything he knew, because the police had cordoned off the scene, so they had not yet received first-hand photos, and they were still waiting for an answer from the police station.

"By the way, Bill, do you know Sheriff Shavoy from the police department, the last time I saw you go to a restaurant to eat together when I passed by Financial Street, you seemed to have a good chat. ”

“......？”

"When did we have a good conversation?"

Although he was upset, it was very troublesome to explain, and Bill nodded.

"Just knowing. ”

"That's great!"

The reporter suddenly became excited, and almost hugged Bill happily, but he immediately saw the extremely low expression of the young man in front of him, and retracted his arms with restraint.

"Bill, can you please do me a favor, since you have a relationship with Sheriff Shawei, you can find out some details of the case from Shawei, and it would be even more ...... if you could capture the scene."

"No, I still have something to do, let's go first. ”

Bill turned around and walked away, without any hesitation or pause.

He hates to be asked by unfamiliar people to do troublesome things that consume people's feelings, unless there is enough interest, otherwise he is just a bad person.

"Hey, Bill, don't go!"

"Bill, Bill!"

The reporter of the new editorial agency hurriedly stopped Bill, with a pleading look on his face, as if he was about to cry, not at all like an adult man would do.

"Even if I beg you, now that the new editorial office is in a big crisis, we urgently need breaking news to save the newspaper, and if the number of subscriptions continues to decline, the newspaper will soon go out of business!"

"Bill, for the sake of you, you have also been a veteran employee who has worked in the new editorial agency for three years, this time help the new editorial agency tide over the difficulties!"

There was already a cry in his words, and he almost knelt on the ground and hugged his thighs, but Bill's pace gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in place.

"New editor, what's wrong?"

“......”

In fact, since the editor-in-chief Thomas was sick at home and did not come to work at the newspaper, the number of subscriptions to the weekly newspaper has continued to decline, including many old customers who suddenly cancel their orders and choose other newspapers. ”

"Hansen was afraid that this incident would affect the health of the editor-in-chief Thomas, so he never told the editor-in-chief about these things, choosing to carry it through this most difficult period on our own. ”

"So we've been looking for other ways out lately, hoping to find a way to expand our sales channels, so that the newspaper urgently needs the latest and hottest news that other newspapers don't have, so that we can have an advantage in competing with other newspapers!"

The New Editor's reporter quickly told Bill about the crisis that the New Editor's Agency was experiencing, hoping to arouse his sympathy and memories and choose to help him.

Bill turned his head to look at the top floor of apartment building No. 13, his eyes wandering, and the reporter stared nervously at his face, desperate to know his answer.

"The mutilation occurred across the door from the bounty recipient's residence. 」

"Now that the apartment building is cordoned off by the police, it would be a bit abrupt to be alone in this building. 」

"Help him film the crime scene, and if he is discovered by other people or the police, he can hide it on the grounds of secretly filming. 」

"Bill, you're trying to help him at all, otherwise why don't you just use the shadow to check if there's anyone in the bounty's house?"

"Alright, it's not your turn to interject what I'm doing!"

"Cut ......"

After a brief brainstorm, Bill spoke slowly.

"I can help you, but it may not be successful, you report back to the club first, and I will send the camera back directly after I get it." ”

"Great, that's amazing!"

The reporter happily took off the camera and handed it to Bill, who had previously worked as a stealth photographer, trusting Bill to operate the camera skillfully and get the picture he needed.

The police were still at the door of the apartment building, and Bill did not rush into the apartment because he saw the familiar license plate, and Shawei's exclusive police car was still parked downstairs.

......

It was almost noon, and the outside of the apartment building was still full of reporters hoping to get first-hand information, and Sha Wei hurriedly walked down from the upper floor, shook off the group of reporters in Wuyang and Wuyang, and was about to leave by car.

"Assistant, remember not to buy seafood and meat pieces for the guys at noon, the lighter the better. ”

"No problem, Sergeant Shawey!"

The assistant police officer followed closely behind Sha Wei and carefully recorded every word he said, when suddenly another police officer quickly ran to Sheriff Sha Wei and began to report.

"Sheriff Shawe, we just found Lily Cotton's husband and have already made contact with him!"

"Then tell me what kind of person her husband Mr. Cottonon was, what kind of work he usually did, and why he and the deceased divorced. ”

"Did he have an alibi when the case happened last night?"

Sawei was stopped in the position of opening the car door, with a cigar in his mouth, and the police did not have this information.

"Report to Sheriff Shawey, Mr. Cottonon is now waiting for you to go back to the police station, he just made it clear that he would actively cooperate with the case, but he didn't seem to be in a stable mood after hearing the spoof......

"So you'll need to ask him these questions in person later. ”