Monday morning.

The sky was overcast, and thick cotton-wool-like cumulonimbus clouds hung over Las Vegas, heralding a terrible rainstorm.

Dean called Rust and took the Nikon F3 to the outside of the baseball stadium.

Normally, the two dozen or so members of the varsity baseball team were already working against each other under the organization of Bob and coach Tom, and the girls were surrounded by the sidelines, but today the baseball stadium was empty.

"Hey, Rust, who was that girl just now? The figure is good-looking. ”

"Britney, last time I used Bob at her birthday party as an example, she was angry and asked me why."

"No, I think she has a crush on you." Dean said solemnly, "She's deliberately trying to impress you." ”

"Is that so?" Rust said excitedly,

"Well, you're going to come on, get off the list as soon as possible, okay, take a picture of me now, try to be as handsome as possible."

Dean grinned and showed snow-white teeth and a bright smile, and made an OK gesture with his back against the net,

"Shadow" stood side by side with him.

He was in a good mood, and he had already started to implement the Extreme Tempering Method last night.

Excessive mental energy exertion passed and the quality of sleep was excellent.

Although the Shadow of the Past proficiency is still 0 at the moment, Dean believes that if he keeps practicing, he will be able to improve sooner or later.

……

Rust took a few pictures of Dean, but he didn't notice the "shadow" floating around him through the camera

Dean breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to wait for the negatives to be washed out before examining them.

……

After the third class in the morning, Dean's long-awaited "judgment" came.

Headmaster Ulysses, who had dark circles under his eyes and had not slept for several nights, found him.

Behind him, Rust, who had just been questioned, winked at him worriedly.

"Dean, don't be nervous when you get to the office later, this is a routine question, and it's absolutely no problem to answer honestly."

Ulysses gave him a reassuring sigh and sent him to the door, where Dean took a deep breath and quickly went through the original plan in his mind.

Entered the door.

There was a tall man waiting in the office, his black hair was meticulously combed, a little baby-faced, he looked like he was in his thirties, his height was about the same as Dean's, almost 1.75, and he was handsome.

It exudes an elegant, soft, and trustworthy temperament, without the seriousness and indifference of COP.

However, Dean's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and the ordinary cop would not wear a dark blue suit, white shirt, and tie outside, and the quartz watch on his left wrist was shining.

"Dean? I'm FBI agent Holden Ford. ”

The man showed his ID first, and reached out to signal him to sit down, while his eyes swept Dean from head to toe.

"Don't be nervous, let's just have a casual chat, I just had a great chat with your classmates."

His voice is gentle and calms.

"Coffee?"

"A glass of water is all it takes." Dean held the cup in both hands and tilted his head slightly, avoiding the agent's scrutinizing gaze, "You, you're looking for me for Bob's business?" ”

"Did you hear that?" Holden moved a chair and sat beside him, not far away, not close, with a sincere and frank look in his eyes.

"I didn't know, but when I came to school this morning, everyone was discussing, so..."

"How do you feel after listening to this?"

"Huh?" Dean lowered his head and pretended to be at a loss, "Sounds like a joke, Bob's family is so rich and popular, how could it suddenly be gone?" ”

"Mr. Holden, how the hell did he die?" Dean took a sip of water and looked up, his expression timid and a little curious, "Everyone said that his death was strange. ”

Holden shook his head and smiled, his eyes met Dean's gaze, and he actually said directly,

"Bob died a crisp death, he was shot in the head with a gun, and the killer left two letters next to his body..."

Well?

Dean felt a little wrong, just met for the first time, why did the FBI reveal this kind of inside story to a high school student?

Is this in line with the rules, and he is not afraid of his own psychological shadows?

But Dean continued to perform, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was frightened,

Holden changed the subject, "Dean, I heard your house is quite far from school. ”

"Every day, I have to ride my bike for more than an hour to school."

"You're not tired?"

"It's good to get used to it."

"How many people are in your family?"

"Just an uncle, but he works in northern Nevada, and I'm home alone most of the time."

Dean replied honestly.

"Your uncle, what kind of work?"

"Bodyguard."

Holden's eyes bloomed with a strange look, and he walked to the desk very close to Dean, leaning his hips against the desk, condescending to him,

Dean felt like he had just said something wrong.

"The day before yesterday, where were you?" Holden asked,

Dean was in good spirits,

"Saturday? During the day, Rust and I went to Balcadisco in the South End. ”

"You're allowed to go in the bar?"

"We managed to sneak in and have some drinks. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, I went home and fell asleep. Mr. FBI, please keep it confidential for us. Dean pleaded,

"Does anyone testify for you?"

Dick thought about it for a while, but fortunately he guided him in advance to strengthen the impression of the neighbor, "My neighbors Jacob and Tangya saw me at that time. ”

Holden nodded,

"I've heard from a couple of people that you had a fight with Bob in the cafeteria last Tuesday and you injured him?"

The topic suddenly became sharp.

Dean was slightly uncomfortable and nodded silently.

"What is the specific reason?"

Dean visibly clenched his hands into fists with the naked eye, as if he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle, and only sighed after a long time,

"He used to beat me and scold me a lot."

"Oh, can you elaborate on that?"

"I didn't do anything wrong, but because I'm yellow-skinned, the racists can't get along with me and get me in trouble..."Dean covered his face with his hands, his voice shaking.

Holden reached out and straightened the tie between his white shirts, got up and circled around the chair, glancing at Dean's palms.

"He used to bully you, and you didn't resist. Until last Tuesday, you couldn't take it anymore and beat him Bob to the point of bleeding in the head. ”

"I can't help it."

"I didn't say you were wrong, you did the right thing..."Holden's eyes showed appreciation, "Blind forbearance can't be exchanged for respect, only with fists can you save yourself from the predicament." ”

Dean was surprised, this FBI is quite reasonable, and did not instill in himself those hypocritical and rigid truths.

"But Bob's identity is not simple, you beat him, he can't give up - did he threaten you?"

Holden stared into Dean's eyes and asked, but Dean couldn't figure out what he meant by asking and didn't speak.

"Dean, I learned from LVPD that your home was smashed by a group of people on the night you clashed with Bob."

"What do you mean? Is there a relationship between the two? Dean looked confused.

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world, you are such a smart and excellent student, you should have guessed it a long time ago, this is Bob's revenge!"

"Really? The LVPD police officers have not given me a clear answer so far, and they have not caught the criminals who destroyed my home, although Bob likes to bully people, but it is not so excessive, right? Dee immediately shook her head.

"But you can't deny that what happened that night scared you, right?" Holden asked in a firm tone,

Dean acquiesces.

"You feel fear, fear leads people astray, fear begets anger, anger begets hatred, hatred begets suffering."

"You need to find someone to seek comfort and protection," Holden said quickly and ruthlessly, "and he must be trustworthy and have the strength to protect you." And there is only one person who meets the requirements - your uncle Paqui! ”

"You told him all the entangled things you had with Bob, didn't you?"

Dean's hand slammed down his thigh, denying,

"Mr. FBI, I don't understand what you mean. I didn't tell Paqui about it at all, he was so busy with work that I didn't want him to worry. ”

"It doesn't matter if you didn't tell him... The nephew's face was full of wounds, and the house was in a mess. Holden's tone was calm with a hint of anticipation and guidance, "And your uncle is a bodyguard, and the bodyguard is usually very observant, so it's not surprising that he can see something." ”

"Why do you keep mentioning my uncle? Isn't it a matter of asking Bob today? Dean couldn't help but slap the table and looked up into his eyes offended.

"Relax, Dean, I'll satisfy your curiosity. It's not in line with the rules, but I think you're a mature young man and you should know better. ”

Holden did not hesitate to praise,

"The fact that the killer came and went in Bob's villa without a trace, and even took away the surveillance footage of the day, shows that the murderer is extremely knowledgeable about surveillance equipment and has excellent psychological quality, and in this era, such people are either repeat offenders, or security company employees, police officers, or - bodyguards."

Dean looked over quietly,

Holden met his gaze and continued,

And he chose the timing very cleverly, Bob had bodyguards at home, but on his birthday, in order to entertain his classmates, Bob let all the bodyguards leave temporarily. In addition, the murderer cleaned up the scene very cleanly... Both of these points show that he is thoughtful. ”

"In addition, an examination of Bob's body revealed that the killer was surprisingly powerful, powerful, proficient in firearms and combat, and had received military training, which are the basic qualities of bodyguards."

Dean looked surprised in his eyes, shook his head, and got up with a red face, this FBI actually traced his uncle's head.

In order to protect his only relative, his uncle Pakui unknowingly secretly killed the rich second generation who threatened him.

Sounds like that.

But it was wrong from the start.

"Mr. Holden, do you suspect that my uncle hurt Bob? It's ridiculous! He left Las Vegas a few days early. ”

"But he's not far, it's all in one state, and it's easy to fly back and forth." Holden knocked his index finger upside down on the table, his pupils narrowed even tighter, "Although the fingerprints at the murder scene were cleaned up, in addition to Bob's DNA, we extracted the blood DNA of a second person from the bloodstains at the scene. It only takes a sample to make a few comparisons to determine his identity. ”

Dean pretended to be puzzled,

"Wait, what does blood DNA mean?"

Holden pressed step by step,

"Didn't you learn biology in class? It doesn't matter, young man, you just need to know that if you find out that your uncle has hurt Bob and you have the evidence, it is best to make him confess his guilt, so that the punishment may be lighter, and you can be reunited after twenty years. ”

"If we find out, it will most likely be a death sentence."

"Do you understand the death penalty, the way of execution in Nevada is the latest lethal injection, like an intravenous drip, lethal drugs from a vein, and then you will never see your uncle, your only relative."

"That's horrible." Holden lamented, "He didn't have to die, if you just said it." ”

Dean was stunned for a moment, his cheeks flushed with anger, and his eyes erupted with fire.

"Stop! What death penalty? You are slandering my uncle and intimidating me, I am going to call and complain about you! ”

Holden's expression was stunned, and his face lost his composure for the first time, this hairy boy's high school student actually knew to complain about the FBI.

"Don't get excited, I'm just giving you a suggestion based on our current investigation. Since you don't want to talk about your uncle, then don't talk about it. Drink saliva first and take a break. ”

Holden let Dean catch his breath, took out two strawberry-flavored mints from his suit pocket, peeled one open and threw it into his mouth, and gave Dean another one.

It tasted good, and Dean chewed and his tight nerves relaxed.

Holden spoke again to care about his daily life.

The tension in the office gradually eased.

Seeing that Dean's face began to relax, Holden smiled and threw a question at him in a casual tone.

"Back to the previous topic, Bob, how did I say he died at the beginning?"

"Shoot."

Dean blurted out.

"That's right. And then what... What two letters did I say the murderer left next to his body? Holden lowered his voice, with a taste of seductiveness, which made people can't help but listen to it,

"NR," Dean replied in his mind, and then his expression froze, tilting his head to look at Holden suspiciously,

"How do I know that? You didn't tell me just now. ”

After speaking, Di An'an scolded with his head.

Fack's FBI actually set a trap on high school students and dug a pit waiting for me to jump in.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night, and my memory has deteriorated." was debunked a little trick, and Holden just shrugged his shoulders,

"Mr. FBI, we've been talking for a quarter of an hour, and it's time for me to go back to class."

Dean looked away, rubbing his temples, his face tired,

“ok。”

Holden looked at his watch,

"I'm currently in LVPD, if you think of any clues, feel free to come to the bureau to find me."

……

Wait until Dean pushes the door and leaves.

Holden took out his notebook and opened it, and a large number of names popped up.

"Vasel, Ulysses... Rust..."

He wrote Dean's name on the blank page, along with a large description:

"Being treated violently by the victim for a long time and harboring resentment is in line with the psychological profile of the murderer."

"There is a large gap in body size and strength, there are no calluses on my hands, I have not received professional combat and shooting training, and I do not have the physical conditions to commit crimes."

"Alibi.

"Q&A behaves normally."

"Bold and vigilant."

"Dean Lew, suspicion is low."

Holden grinned, the tip of his pen brushing against the pages.

"Keep watching."

……