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A colorful nightclub, where rock music, percussion rhythmic beats and screams are all in one, where everyone is here to release everything in their hearts and show countless strangers a different side of themselves than during the day.

Barbra and Kassandra followed Roy past a dance floor full of dancing girls, their eardrums as if they were about to be punctured by the deafening music. Barbara couldn't help but cover her ears to prevent her senses from being further crushed by the relentless sound, while Roy burrowed through the crowd, looking around, completely unmoved.

Barbara leaned into his ear and raised her voice to drown out the music in the ballroom: "Can you tell me what we're doing here?" ”

Kassandra stood a few paces behind them, quietly and curiously gazing at the roaring drunks and the dancing girls.

Roy replied aloud without looking back, as he continued to look around, "This morning, while we were investigating at Mr. Johnson's house, I found a shallow spiral mark on the wall that passed through the bedroom. I believe that this inconspicuous mark is missed by most investigators, but it is important. ”

"I noticed," Barbara said, "but does that thing make sense?" I thought...... Maybe it was just Mr. Johnson's daughter? It's not uncommon for children to scribble on the walls. ”

Roy shook his head: "No, in my experience, it's more like an admission ticket to a specific entertainment venue or a symbol of membership. Just as you insisted on letting me take a nap during the day, a few of my informants got the picture of this spiral marker that I had sent to them, and went to the streets and alleys to check it, and it was about four o'clock in the afternoon that one of my informants reported back the information. ”

"This nightclub." Barbara said, her eyes falling on a few distinguished guests not far away, each with the spiral mark on their shoulders or on the back of their hands, "The prisoner is a regular here?" ”

"Possibly. One of the robbers may have accidentally wet the back of his hand - the part of the wall that had left its mark this morning was still slightly damp, and perhaps the back of his hand was attached to the wall as he took the struggling child. ”

"So the plan now is ...... Shall we come here and ask someone who looks like a kidnapper? Barbara asked, "There are hundreds of people in this place with spiral signs on it, and we're still looking for a needle in a haystack." ”

"Not necessarily, we have a smaller range of goals." Roy suddenly stopped, "Over there." ”

Barbara looked at it. On a soft leather couch over there, a handsome man lay on the armrest, his arms bare in the air filled with different tattoos. The surrounding sofa was crowded like his little brother, and on the table stood or lay half-empty wine bottles.

"Winster, who is in charge of a division of the Perriolisis consortium called 'Debt Management'. At first, when the company encountered some customers who owed debts, he would bring his personal friends to come forward and use some unconventional means to force the debts to repay, and now his business scope has become more and more extensive, and it has developed to the point that any problem that the company finds difficult can be dealt with by them. According to my informant's report today, he seems to have joined a local drug dealer gang at the same time, so I guess these guys next to him are his friends among drug dealers. ”

"Do you think it's possible that they handled Mr. Johnson?"

"Who knows. But there's another coincident," Roy continued, "the leader of this gang of drug dealers, and it seems that a killer has been wanting his head lately. ”

"**** special." Barbara lowered her voice slightly and said, "What now?" Stay until they go out, then find an alley where no one is there and drag it in to play some old-fashioned games and see if anyone is willing to confess? ”

"Or," Roy said as he watched a strong man with a bearded beard get up from his companions' seats and walk straight to the bathroom, "I'll go to the toilet first." ”

When the bearded man finished untying his hand and walked to the sink, the young detective was already leaning against the door and waiting for him.

"Nice tattoo, officer." Roy looked at the tattoo on his arm and complimented.

The big man looked at him with a calm expression, and after hesitating for half a second, he seemed to have decided to ignore him and walk away.

"You must be wondering what made you exposed."

The strong man couldn't help but stop.

"A lot of the casual actions you do, like using the reflection of a cup to observe people approaching behind you, are not something that drug dealers can teach. Then there's your tattoo, which is almost obvious to be a one-time tattoo, and it's all new. Unlike your friends, although you look alike, connoisseurs can tell at a glance that you are the only one who has tattooed it in one breath in order to integrate into the new group as quickly as possible. Roy said this like a machine gun, and finally paused as he breathed.

The strong man sneered: "I don't know what you're talking about." Are you getting high, boy? If you want to provoke me and my brother, there are easier ways. ”

Roy stepped forward and said seriously, "I'm Roy Green, the detective consultant of the Gotham Police Department, and we are actually peers. Rest assured, I don't have any attempt to sabotage your perhaps long-planned undercover plan, but I have a very urgent case on my hands right now. A girl was caught because of some mistakes made by her father, and she should not be a victim. As we speak now, her life is in danger at every moment, so I want you to do your best to give us some information...... Any relevant information, no matter how small the details, can save an innocent life. ”

The bearded man hesitated. After thinking for a long time, after confirming that there was no one left and right, he pulled Roy out of the toilet and whispered, "Okay, okay, in principle, I am forbidden to reveal my identity to anyone except my boss." But I know you, you're the man of the police department. I believe what you say. How can I help? ”

"The drug trafficking organization you broke into may have recently been involved in the kidnapping of Mr. Johnson's daughter, and the Perrioli consortium may be behind the scenes." Roy said, "Does this help you think of any details that might be relevant to this case?" ”

The bearded officer frowned: "The Perriolis Consortium? Then this should be Wenster's responsibility, it belongs to his personal affairs, I don't know very well. But I did hear something...... They seem to be saying that they have hidden something somewhere, and that they may be referring to the child you are talking about. ”

"Where?"

"Not sure, it sounds more like a code name - 'The Lost Star'."

"Oh?"

"What, you know what that is?"

"Just know," Roy smiled, "it's a ship...... Got you. Thanks, officer, for a great help. Happy anti-narcotics! (To be continued.) )