"Did I shoot you down or did you get down on your own?" Jack stood under the tree and shouted to the man above.

It's a tall oak tree that almost clings to the fence of Leila's backyard, and its sturdy branches and lush foliage make it a great spot for peeping.

This makes Jiejie, who is holding the binoculars, unable to detect the paparazzi hiding on it, or Jack using the night vision goggles on Barrett to find out that something is wrong.

When he first came to the villa, he walked around the backyard and kept an eye out for several suspicious spots around him that were suitable for voyeurism.

The man in the tree looked down and was startled by Jack, who was carrying a big sniper, and quickly screamed loudly.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'll come down myself."

"Why are you again?"

Isn't this the paparazzi I met at the last art exhibition, this guy is quite persistent.

When the black-clad guy came down from the tree in a trembling voice, Jack snatched the camera from his hand, opened the screen above and looked at a few photos, almost laughing.

Just now, I regretted not being able to take someone's first kiss, and the pillow came after I fell asleep.

Seeing that his camera was snatched away, the paparazzi were a little anxious, "Hey, hey, hey, this is my personal belongings, and you have no right to take it." ”

"Are you sure?" Jack handed the camera to Jiejie, flashed his ID, and twisted his arm backwards, handing it back as he read Miranda's warning.

"Joe Martinis, right? You have been arrested on suspicion of the murders of Willie Myrman, Natalie Lane, and Chloe Harris. ”

"What?" Paparazzi reporter Joe Martinnis was so frightened that his voice changed tone.

"We've found a lot of candid photos in your house, including Leila and Natalie Lane's, and you have their itinerary on the wall."

Jack searched him, but found nothing but his wallet and keys.

"Jack, is that you?" Rhett's voice rang out in the backyard and in the headset at the same time.

"And me, Jack and I caught a suspect." While Jiejie spoke, she was still looking at the photos in the digital camera, and her aunt smiled.

"I'm just messing around, I'm not a suspect, every paparazzi will follow celebrities, I just saw the potential of Leila Yaqi in the future, so I've been following her, and these photos can be sold for a lot of money when she really becomes famous in the future."

Paparazzi reporter Joe Martinnis screamed loudly.

Of course, Jack knew that this guy was most likely not a murderer, and Rosie and Hodgner found not only Leila's candid photos in his house, but also many other actresses.

And there is a high probability that Leila will not sue this guy for invasion of privacy, paparazzi and celebrities complement each other, one needs money, and the other needs exposure to increase popularity.

The two have a set of unspoken rules in private, as long as the paparazzi are not excessive, they will rarely be sued by celebrities, on the contrary, when obtaining some photos that are too private, they will also give priority to asking for hush money from the subject of the candidly photograph rather than directly exposing it.

Jack just scared him first, and sent him to the LAPD's detention cell for 24 hours, without these idlers, etc., his work in the past two days can be easier.

Escorting the guy to the front door, Jack and Jiejie saw Rhett, who was drenched and like a chicken in soup.

"Aha!" Jack let out a deliberate exclamation of unknown significance.

Red wiped his pistol with a towel, looking a little embarrassed, "I said I accidentally fell into the water, will you believe me?" ”

"Yes, there are a lot of photos here to prove it." Jie Jie flashed the camera in her hand, and then deliberately snatched it away by him.

Red panicked and opened the lid of the data slot, only to find it empty.

"Well, I can't return it to you yet, it's evidence." Jack lit up the memory card in his hand.

"Jack, please!" Red looks embarrassed, like a high school student who secretly makes out in a room with a female classmate, only to be unintentionally broken by his parents.

"Don't worry, I'll ask Garcia to make a copy for you to keep."

Jack said hello to Lyra, who was wrapped in a bathrobe behind him, who was much more natural than Red.

"Hey, guys, what's wrong." John panted and ran over, and the LAPD's police car was deliberately parked far away.

Jack roughly explained the situation, handed over the paparazzi reporter to him and took him back to the police station, and was about to return to his previous position to continue squatting, but was stopped by Red.

"There's something wrong with this photo stitch."

"What mosaic?" Confused, Jack and Jiejie followed the two of them into the living room, where they saw the artwork that occupied the front wall in the living room.

"Oh, this, hazy and difficult life." He finally remembered Lyra's assessment before.

This is a two-meter-long and one-meter-wide painting, cut vertically into strips of different widths from various large-format photographs, shuffled and then rearranged and pasted.

"I seem to see Layla's face inside, and I need to take it apart and reassemble it to confirm it." Red motioned for Jack to help.

"How did you manage to get your mind to turn your mind to this painting when you kissed such a beautiful woman passionately in the pool?" Jack put on a look of disgust.

is worthy of Rhett, at this time, he has completely lost the embarrassment of being squeezed, but subconsciously recalled his state at that time.

"For a moment my mind went completely blank, as if I was seeing the scene of a cosmic explosion, with all kinds of colorful and fantastic light flooding my eyes.

Then I thought of what Leila said when she taught me to appreciate those abstract paintings, not to think, but to simply feel, and then I thought of this painting inexplicably, which seems to hide Leila's image. ”

Without saying a word, Jack stepped forward to remove the frame with Red, and Leila and Jiejie cleared the marble countertops from the kitchen to make room for them.

Then Red started his show, and it took him less than ten minutes to restore the hundreds of strips that had been completely out of order.

After the restoration, it was clear to everyone that the painting consisted of more than a dozen photographs and posters of various sizes, which encapsulated almost all of Leila's experiences in college.

"This is my family's house in rural Texas, my first performance when I was a student at The Juilliard School of Drama, the poster for my first film, my college prom, and, of course, my favorite pink anemone."

Leila bit her finger and looked at the photos and posters in front of her, her eyes mixed with memories of the past and horror.

"Who sent you this?" Jiejie asked.

"Pike Denley, my godmother's partner." Leila replied.

Jack looked at Red in surprise, "That high school classmate of yours?" "Could it be that he is the murderer?

(End of chapter)