The observant Roan saw the change in Behrende's eyes, smiled, and said:

"Looks like you know something."

Because he was locked up for a few days, there was still wine, fox odor, vomit, etc., which made the smell of Behrend's body very complicated, hearing Luo An's words, he frowned slightly, scratched his scalp, a stream of snowflakes fell, and asked rhetorically:

"What's wrong with Kevin?"

Kevin?

Roan and Chenelle glanced at each other, found the problem in each other's words, and asked quietly:

"He's dead."

"What is the cause of death?"

"Mr. Behrende, now we are interrogating you."

Luo An lightly buttoned the table, pretending to be unhappy:

"Do you know about this key?"

"I know, but I don't want to tell you."

Belende grinned, revealing a mouthful of slightly messy yellowed teeth:

"Unless you help me give the guy who was beaten a sum of money, and then let him drop the lawsuit against me."

"You are too greedy, Mr. Behrend."

Chenelle's face was slightly cold, Luo An smiled, leaned back and lifted Erlang's legs:

"It's just news, it's not worth the price."

"And what do you exchange it for?"

"A clean cell, a clean shirt, a shower."

“…… Not enough, plus three packs of cigarettes. ”

"A pack."

"Two packs."

"Half a pack."

“？？？”

"Five."

"Half a pack! Just half a pack! Deal! ”

Seeing that Luo An said less and less, Behrende was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stopped him and agreed.

Chenelle glanced at Luo An, who was full of disdain, with a funny look in his eyes, and gave him a thumbs up quietly, his face remained cold, and he opened the small notebook and said in a deep voice:

"Say it."

"Kevin is a friend I met when I was taking a taxi, we had a good relationship, he often drove me to the ticket...... Well, find a woman to drink. ”

Seeing that he almost confessed to the crime, Behrende hurriedly changed the word, Luo An knocked on the table, and said solemnly:

"We're not interested in your lower body, let's talk about the key."

"That's the key to a rented warehouse!"

Behrende breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Once I went out drinking with Kevin, Kevin's key was broken, and I found someone to fix it for him."

“Good。”

Luo An nodded in satisfaction:

"Where's that warehouse?"

"I don't know exactly where, but I do know that the warehouse company is in the northwest of the SAR!"

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Warehouse companies, a specialty industry that exists in the Commonwealth.

Because most of the Federalists live in rented houses, it is troublesome to move every time; Or the house purchased is small and there is no place to put items, so the warehouse company chooses to build a batch of warehouses on a certain piece of land and lease them out for people to use for profit, while people use fixed warehouses to store things.

There were two warehouse rental companies in Northwest Washington, D.C., and when the first one didn't find a target, Roan and Chenellele drove to the second one.

At the gate outside the warehouse area, as soon as Roan and Chenellele stepped out of the car, they heard a fierce quarrel not far away.

Walking around the corner, I found that the two sides of the argument were a man in a suit, and two white women who looked to be in their thirties.

Both sides are red-eared, shouting at the top of their voices, and words starting with "F" are inseparable from every sentence.

"Hello, FBI."

Chenelle took out the golden badge to show his identity, temporarily interrupting the two sides of the quarrel, the man in the suit let out a sigh, quickly showed a smile to Chenelle, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

Chenelle handed him the search warrant, then showed him Knockwick's identity, saying:

"We need to inspect the warehouse he rents here."

"No problem!"

The man in the suit, who is the manager of the warehouse, quickly walks into the office not far away, finds the warehouse rented by Knockwick, walks Roan and Cheniele over, and takes the key to open it.

The warehouse here resembles a shipping container, and the moment the door was opened, Chenelle immediately walked in with a flashlight.

Not far away, two middle-aged women walked over angrily again, the manager scolded a few words in a low voice when he saw this, and Luo An asked:

"What's going on with you guys?"

"Their father died, and I insisted that I killed him, damn it......"

The manager's face was ugly, indicating that the father of the two women opposite had previously worked in the warehouse area, responsible for keeping vigil, watching surveillance, and ensuring the safety of the warehouse area.

In the early hours of yesterday morning, the father of the two women died of a heart attack, and their company has decided to pay each other a sum of money.

But the two daughters were very dissatisfied, not saying that their father had died of exhaustion after staying up all night for a long time, and demanded more compensation from the company.

Luo An's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he thought of something, and before he could ask, Chenier suddenly walked out of the warehouse, his face was very ugly:

"Ann, we're late."

By this time, Chenelle had found the light fixture in the warehouse and turned it on, and the interior of the warehouse was very clear in the light of the light.

The warehouse is small, with a folding bed and a suit in the corner, and a few bottles of unopened water and bread on the ground in the middle.

The most striking thing is that the entire wall on the right side of the warehouse is covered with a large pile of adhesive tape, and Luo An can see at a glance that there have been many photos pasted here.

But now the pictures are all gone, except for a few scattered scraps stuck to the tape, dangling in the wind.

"Knock Wick should have rested here, and those photos on the wall should be the information that Knock Wick investigated."

Chenelle put on gloves, picked up a bottle of mine water on the ground, and said with a gloomy face:

"But they were all torn apart and taken away.

I suspect the guy who came here before us was the guy who killed Knockwick in the park! ”

"Call the Trace Laboratory and ask them to come here to test fingerprints and other clues!"

Roan pondered for a few seconds and looked away from the tape on the wall, and as soon as Cheniele answered the order, he walked out of the warehouse.

"I said, the money you want is absolutely impossible!"

"Your company is a bunch of vampires! Disgusting vampires! ”

"Damn ......"

Not far away, the manager was still arguing with the two women, and when he saw Luo An, the manager who couldn't argue with the second daughter hurriedly ran towards him, ready to borrow Luo An's identity to temporarily avoid the edge.

"Mr. Manager, I have something to ask you."

Luo An grabbed the manager who was about to hide behind him, and said with a serious face:

"You said their father died in the early hours of yesterday morning?"

The manager was stunned for a moment, nodded and replied:

"That's right."

"When?"

"I don't know."

"The cause of death was a heart attack? Are you sure? ”

"That's what the company said, they said the autopsy was like this, that's all I know."

"Do you have surveillance here? What about surveillance equipment and video now? ”

"The monitoring equipment is normal now, but it was broken for a few hours yesterday, and there was a period of less surveillance video, which is not uncommon, and there have been ...... in the past."

When the two were talking, two middle-aged women stood next to them and stared at the manager because of Luo An's FBI status.

The more the manager answered, the colder Luo An's face became, and in the end, the manager also reacted, his heart straightened, he swallowed his saliva, and asked tentatively:

"Mr. FBI, you mean, there's something wrong with their father's death?"

The two women were also distracted by the conversation between Luo An and the manager, and looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

They were just trying to get more money, and now it seems that there might be something wrong with their father's death?

"You go get surveillance."

Instead of answering the manager's question, Roan asked him to get the surveillance equipment and let Chenelle follow him, and then Roan stepped aside and took out his phone to call Mona.

"It's me, Roan."

Roan said the name of the warehouse night watchman and the fact that he had two daughters, and said:

"Mona, can you find out the real cause of the other party's death? Or give him another autopsy? ”

There was a rapid tapping of the keyboard on the other end of the phone, and it didn't take long for Mona to gasp:

"Roan, the Night's Watch has been cremated within 10 hours of the death being confirmed!"

(End of chapter)