The bartender's memory is always good, maybe in the camera, find a clue.

At Ethan's suggestion, three people, two cars, returned to the same place last night.

The night and the day here are completely different.

The breeze swept through, making the garbage even more messy.

The door was empty, and there was silence inside.

When a few of them entered, they saw the bartender standing behind the bar last night, limply placing the drinks.

"Non-business hours."

Hearing footsteps, he said wearily.

But the voice went straight to the bar, and the bartender turned around in annoyance: "Now it's... ”

In the middle of speaking, he stopped.

The bartender's expression stiffened, and he looked helplessly at the three people in front of him.

"Looks like you remember a few of us."

Phillips pulled over a barstool and sat down: "Can you bring me three beers?" ”

Seeing the badge and change he put on the countertop, the bartender gritted his teeth and put the money away.

He picked up three glasses and went to the draught beer machine and broke the handlebars:

"I know, I can't afford to mess with a few of you."

"If there is anything to ask directly, I will try to cooperate." The bartender placed three beers in front of them each.

Ethan pulled out his camera and pushed it in front of him:

"We're looking for a pervert who's slaughtering young girls, and if you can help take a look, appreciate it."

"Okay."

The bartender pouted and picked up the camera: "I'll try it." ”

"You don't want us to come to you every day." Phillips picked up his beer glass and took a big sip.

"I know."

The bartender pressed the camera vigorously and looked at the photos inside: "Most of the so-called Satanists who come here to play are tourists. ”

"They bastards are nowhere near as arrogant and domineering as they seem."

"Those?" Ethan poured half a glass of draught beer in one go:

"Aren't you?"

"I'm not one of those neurotics."

The bartender said disdainfully: "I do this just to make money, and the girls here are very easy to get started, which is the only benefit." ”

"Just pretend to be fierce and mysterious, and there will be a lot of girls waiting in line to get into my bed."

"Otherwise, I would have quit a long time ago."

As he spoke, he turned on his camera a few times and gave it to Phillips to take pictures of people he thought were really fierce.

One of them was the black-haired man whose arm was broken last night.

Ethan lit a cigarette and sipped his beer slowly.

At this moment, the bartender's fingers stopped again, and the few people who showed up just now were actually indifferent expressions.

But now, there was a palpable look of horror and disgust in his eyes.

The subtle change in expression could not escape the gaze of the three of them, and Hank asked in a low voice, "What did you find?" ”

The bartender flashed the camera in his hand: "This guy is a pervert." ”

Ethan and the others stepped forward to take a closer look, and inside the small screen was a white man in his thirties, with brown hair.

On his forehead, there were two bulging meat buns on one side, about the size of beef balls.

It looks like two pairs of horns.

Horn!

Ethan turned his head sharply, and his eyes collided with Phillips and Hank, and the three of them thought in unison.

He flicked off the ashes of his cigarette and asked in a deep voice, "What's this person's name?" ”

"Bode."

The bartender thought for a moment and affirmed, "Declan Bode." ”

"He was a big fan of Satanism."

Hank raised his beer glass: "This Bode is a regular at your bar?" ”

"Not anymore, he used to come a lot for a while, and he likes to talk to people, maybe he's looking for fanatics like him, I don't know."

The bartender shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Not many people liked him at the time because he was a little too fanatical. ”

Ethan raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile:

"So you mean, this guy is so fanatical that he freaks out the rest of the Satan worshippers?"

"Can I have one?"

After asking Ethan's permission, the bartender took a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it: "Actually, you all know, most people play with this thing, and one is to appear to be different. ”

"And then there's the one that makes it easy to find women in these places."

"These two points have never changed."

"So when you meet someone like Declan Bode, you naturally feel scared."

The bartender said with a look of disgust, "Once he drank too much and kept talking to me about Lucifer, this guy has gone crazy. ”

"He said he could hear Lucifer communicate with him, creating a supernatural connection."

"A lot of people do." Ethan pushed the finished beer glass aside:

"Didn't those people come here to talk about these things?"

The bartender took the cigarette and held out his palm to them:

"See the nails on it?"

"When I was skeptical of the madman's words, he snatched the fruit knife from my hand and picked off his nails one by one."

"While picking, laughing, and don't forget to drink."

At this, the bartender shivered.

Phillips looked at the beer that was still half a glass left in his hand, and put it down: "Sounds like we need to meet this person." ”

"Now, please tell me his address."

The bartender looked at him incredulously and scratched his head: "Is it all for nothing that I said so much?" ”

"How could I possibly have the contact details of such a madman."

Hank gulped down his beer and put down his glass with a bang: "I can't refute your reason, I believe you are telling the truth." ”

"Of course I'm telling the truth."

The bartender rolled his eyes: "Now you guys go, I have a lot of things to do." ”

Walking out of the bar, the three stopped in front of the vehicle.

Ethan stomped on the cigarette butt: "Guys, I bet this Declan Bode is the murderer, a hundred dollars, does anyone play with me?" ”

Phillips leaned against the car door angrily: "Did I send you money?" ”

Ethan smiled: "Please, it sounds like he is the most perverted person, but it doesn't mean that he is a murderer, you have a good chance of winning, or two hundred dollars, if you lose, just give me fifty." ”

"No fifty, only a very strong middle finger, do you want it?"

Phillips is not a fool, and now all the clues point to this man named Declan Bode.

Seeing the two of them laughing and scolding like this, Hank stood aside and smiled slightly.

He rarely saw his old buddy and young man like this, and perhaps the relationship between the two of them was more complicated than he imagined.

At this moment, Phillips' cell phone rang.

He hurriedly pressed the answer and signaled to be quieter.

While in the bar, Phillips sent the name he had just gotten to the bureau, trying to find clues in the database.

I didn't expect a reply so quickly.

(End of chapter)