Empty detention cells.

Blue T-shirt Abby sat alone in a narrow chair in the center of the room with her hands handcuffed, and when she saw Dean come in, an excited look appeared on her worried face.

"Dean, I remember what you said, I didn't answer any questions before the lawyer came..."

"Very well, listen Abby, I want to help you." Dean nodded and walked over to her, propped up the table with his hands, leaning down to meet her eyes, "But first I need you to answer a few questions honestly." ”

Abby's chick nodded as if she were pecking rice.

"Where were you four days ago, on Saturday afternoon, September 20th?"

"I'm at home," Abby's handcuffed hands grabbed Dean's hands like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw, "I've been sick all week, I've been lying in bed to recuperate, and I've never even been out of the door, and Batistuta and Raj can testify to me." ”

Dean carefully observed her expression, not at all disguise or performance, but under the popular science of the police officers, Dean was not legally blind, he understood that the legal effect of witness testimony made by relatives in favor of the parties was far less effective than other evidence.

In court, the judge and jury will surely take the LVPD's various test reports and surveillance footage evidence.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? You didn't ride your bike to the park that afternoon? Abby, I'm on your side... If you have any scruples, just say it, and I'll keep it secret for you. ”

"I haven't been to Booker Park since I was in high school, and I only met Bucky Fran for the first time today, how could I kill him for no reason?" Abby very decisively denied,

"And what's going on with your illness?"

"Dizziness, chest tightness, drowsiness, fever from time to time." Abby had a pitiful face, "But the family doctor showed me and said that I just had a little cold and inflammation, and there was no major problem, and he prescribed some medicine and let me recuperate at home." ”

"What about the day of the crime?"

"I burned my brain that day."

"Is it better now?"

"It's so much better... I haven't had a fever in the past two days," Abby said, "but I'm still a little bit of an appetite loss." ”

Dean nodded, let go of her hand, and took a glass of water,

"Drink some water to slow down, wait for the lawyer, and then mention the matter of the family doctor to him, you should get a favorable evidence. Now I have to go out and come back to see you when I'm done. ”

"Dean... I, I didn't kill anyone, believe me, okay? Abby got up from her seat and shouted at his back with a blushing face,

"I believe you're innocent," Dean didn't look back, "but this is the police station, we don't count, everything has to be evidence." ”

"I'll do my best to help you find evidence."

Dean paused, and the extremely tragic death of the victim flashed in his mind, and he pushed the door and left.

……

Leaving the LVPD, Dean got into Holden's passenger seat and drove to the east.

"Is there a catch?" Holden asked,

Dean shook his head, "What do you think of her, is she like a perfect liar?" ”

"My instincts tell me that Abby was wronged." A hint of confusion flashed in Holden's eyes, "But evidence doesn't lie, so it's only people who are deceiving behind it." ”

……

The police car arrived at its destination, the Blackjack Bar, less than half an hour from the crime park, with its retro signboard and façade.

Four police officers entered the cowboy door one after another.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, a bartender in a black vest flicked his wrist in front of the bar to practice fancy bartending, and a middle-aged man in a floral shirt, long hair and goatee at the bar was holding a cigarette and throwing darts alone.

In the dim light, there is a decadent artist's temperament.

"Hi, Jack."

"Old friend, long time no see, have a drink?"

The man walked over and gave Carl a warm hug,

"Drinking is free during working hours, let's talk about business, Kruger came to the bar to tell you before," Karl sat in front of the bar, "I'll make sure again, 4 days ago, the night before the 20th, this short-haired girl in a white tracksuit was here?" ”

Carl pulled out a picture and handed it to Jack.

"That's right, it's her, I was standing here throwing darts, thinking about life by the way, this bar has lasted for twenty years, but I'm an old stubborn can't keep up with the times, I can't think of new things to attract popularity, business is getting worse and worse, and it won't be long before it closes down..."

"I was sad when a 'tomboy' came in the door - in the middle of a crowd of old and middle-aged women, a young and dripping high school student suddenly broke in, which really impressed me, and I still remember it vividly."

Jack throws a dart and hits the bull's-eye,

"Is the surveillance still there that day?" Carl asked,

"Well, the strap hasn't been washed off yet." Jack snuffed out the cigarette butt and led everyone through the front hall to the surveillance room near the back kitchen, took out the surveillance tape of 9.20 from the shelf, put it into the equipment, and skillfully fast-forwarded.

Dean and the three police officers gathered in front of the screen and quickly saw the scene that Jack had described earlier.

"It's Abby from the side!"

The young high school girl walked aimlessly around the hallway in front of the bar, looking left and right as if looking for something.

Dean found that her white sports jacket did not have a logo, but it had three vertical bars on the side of the sleeves, which was very unique.

Abby suddenly looked up at the surveillance camera, and her green, ordinary face appeared on the screen.

However, the clarity of the monitoring equipment in this era is not high, and the sound cannot be heard or the expression can be seen clearly.

It was only roughly determined that it was Abby, who stared back at the surveillance camera in a daze for a full three seconds.

"What is she doing? Why stare at a surveillance camera? ”

Dean pressed the pause and frowned,

"It's understandable, I've just committed a heinous crime," Carl clasped his hands around his chest, "I'm a thief, so I'll pay special attention to the surveillance equipment around me." ”

Dean unravels the pause, and the footage continues—

On the screen, Abby walked straight up to the bar owner, looked up at the surveillance again, and then chatted with Jack.

"What did she talk to you about?"

Carl pauses the video and asks his old friend,

"A rookie with a swollen face and a fat man, a shy little girl, let me give her a glass of whiskey," Jack shook his head and sighed, "But I'm a law-abiding citizen, how can I use alcohol to poison young people, I directly rejected her." ”

"That makes sense." Holden muttered, "Abby just committed a felony, so she came to the bar to relieve her nervousness." ”

"There is data to prove that many people, after committing a crime for the first time, will drink a little alcohol to anesthetize themselves and escape the condemnation of their conscience."

Jack listened to a hint of hesitation on his face,

"I noticed a detail when I was talking to her – her cuffs and neckline were dyed red, and I had lived for more than 40 years, and I still had some eyesight, and I felt it was blood."

Speaking of this, Jack frowned and twisted his left wrist, "I asked her if she was injured and if she needed to be taken to the hospital, contact her family or doctor." ”

On the screen, Jack reached out and grabbed Abby's wrist, but the latter struggled a few times and shook off the man's hand.

"She rejected my kindness and turned around and went out, she made me feel weird at the time, but I can't say what was weird."

……

"Wait, what's going on with your hands?" Dean's eyes were drawn to the twisting wrist of the bar owner Jack, just between the left wrist and the tiger's mouth, there was a half-finger-long crescent-shaped wound, not too serious, the bleeding had stopped, but the bright red flesh could be seen inside.

"This little girl scratched me with her fingernails when she shook off my hand, it hurt a lot and bled a lot, but now it's fine." Jack explained casually, but Dean felt a strong sense of familiarity.

He'd seen a similar wrist scar somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

But as they thought about it, the progress of the investigation suddenly jumped from 5 percent to 10 percent.

"So this scar is an important clue?"

Next, Jack changed to a videotape.

Footage from the exterior corridor of the bar on September 20.

Fast forward to between 7:05 and 7:10 p.m., and Abby left the bar with a trail of blood on her white tracksuit and threw it into something you couldn't see from the side of the hallway.

Revealing a small white close-fitting vest in sportswear, but she was too thin to look at.

"There's a dumpster on the side?"

"Hmm."

"Have you cleaned it up?"

Holden jerked down the pause and looked at the bar owner,

Jack smiled a ruffian, "You're in luck, my bar only disposes of garbage once a week, and the garbage truck will come tomorrow." If nothing else, the garment should still be in the bin! ”

"Intern, here's your chance to perform," Holden suddenly patted Dean on the shoulder, "make sure you find this important piece of evidence!" ”

Karl and Kruger looked at each other expectantly and solemnly.

"I'm going to dig through the bins?" Dean grinned,

"What's the matter, I'm afraid of getting dirty and tired? Didn't we exercise more to train you, didn't you swear to wash away the grievances for Abby, this little sin can't stand it? Karl raised his chin in disappointment, "So you're just a mouthful of a 'master of speech'. ”

"Don't say it, can't I go?"

Dean threw in the towel and left the monitoring room.

As the trio continued to watch the footage, Abby threw away her tracksuit and walked to the hotel area on the west side of the bustling street.

"Staying at a hotel? Why not go home or hide? Abby's actions are really puzzling. Holden pondered, "But guys, we're going to have to get busy again." ”

"Jack, I've got these two tapes with me." Karl raised his hand to his old friend,

"You're a cop, you have the final say. But can you give a little bit of the inside scoop? Jack shook his long hair at the back of his head and asked curiously, "What is this girl's crime?" In my experience, she was weird, but she didn't look like a bad girl. ”

"Curiosity kills cats." Carl put the tape in a file bag and said, "Open your bar honestly, don't ask." ”

……

Dean went to the vicinity of the dumpster and made sure that there was no one around and that he was not being monitored.

Summons the "Shadow" to activate telekinesis.

The lid of the bin automatically lifted open without wind, and an invisible force rummaged through the garbage heap.

Dean, who endured the rotten smell of the food, activated the God's Perspective to command Telekinesis, and in less than five minutes, Telekinesis floated in front of him with a sports coat stained with unknown liquids and colorful stains.

The three bars on the sleeves are white!

Matches what Abby is wearing.

Dean put his clothes in a plastic bag and looked at them carefully, but he didn't come to any conclusions.

The system slammed, and the progress of the investigation inexplicably jumped from 10 percent to 15 percent.

"This tracksuit is just as important a clue as the scar?"

"Well, get it back and test it."

Soon after, the three of Holden took the tape out of the hallway, looking at Dean with surprise in his eyes,

"Yes, your ability to dig through the garbage heap is better than that of a homeless man, and when you find evidence, you don't get dirty at all."

Dean gave the three of them a middle finger and put away their clothes.

"Where to go now?"

"The West Side Inn Hotel Zone."

……

Night was falling.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the police car drove from the dimly lit bar to the brightly lit and lively street.

Dean and Holden find the first IKEA hotel on the street, while Carl and Krueger go across the street to investigate.

Holden walked into the hotel lobby and found the beautiful blonde front desk to identify himself directly, showing his ID,

"Four days ago, you were on duty on the night of September 20th?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Did you see her at the time?"

Holden shows a picture of Abby in a white tracksuit,

The girl looked at it carefully for a while, shook her head,

"Sorry, there were so many guests every night that I can't remember."

"Is there a registration? Abby Clark, eighteen years old. ”

"The night four days ago?" The front desk flipped through the thick booklet, "No name." ”

"Can you see your surveillance footage?"

"I'll have to ask the manager."

The process went smoothly, and Holden talked to the middle-aged man who came after him for a while, and was invited to the monitoring room.

Di An'an was envious, the FBI certificate is not an ordinary top use, if you go out to investigate or something, it will be much more convenient to bring a certificate, even if it is a fake certificate!

In the monitoring room, the two found the surveillance video of No. 9.20, switched to after 8 o'clock in the evening, and found the target in less than ten minutes-

Wearing white sweatpants, sneakers, and a close-fitting vest, Abby wandered aimlessly around the hotel's lobby several times without checking in with the front desk.

"Although I can't see the expression clearly, I think Abby's heart is hesitant, she is struggling." Holden made a thoughtful analysis.

Abby walked near the front desk and looked up at the camera several times.

Through the surveillance video, the two can clearly see her face.

"Now I'm 100% sure." Dean's face was solemn, "Abby wasn't nervous, she was deliberately looking at the camera to let the camera catch herself, and she did the same thing in Blackjack's Bar." ”

"It doesn't make any sense." Holden pulled on his tie, "If she regrets the crime, she deliberately let the camera capture her, and deliberately let us follow the clues to catch her." ”

"Then why didn't she beat her to death and plead guilty after she was arrested and returned to LVPD, but kept quibbling and never admitted her actions that day."

Dean couldn't figure it out either.

On the one hand, Abby seems to have deliberately let the camera capture her state after committing the crime.

On the other hand, she behaved during her interrogation at the LVPD as if she was ignorant of the facts of the crime.

These two behaviors are completely contradictory in logic.

It's confusing.

……

The footage continues.

Abby patrolled the camera a few times before turning around and leaving the hotel lobby.

"She didn't enter the hotel for accommodation at all, she just wanted the surveillance equipment to film her!" Dean once again emphasized,

"It doesn't make sense."

Holden silently put away the surveillance tape, put another tape from the hotel's exterior into his device, and watched it.

Dean glanced at his watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the night, and the process of flipping through the surveillance video was not as ups and downs as in the film and television drama, and the level of boredom and boredom was far beyond imagination.

Even with the blessing of Iron Man's talent, Dean couldn't help but yawn.

"I'll have to look through at least a dozen videos, I'm going to have to stay up late tonight, intern, you just go back and rest first," Holden glared at bloodshot eyes, "We've got more important tasks for you tomorrow." ”

"OK, I'll leave the clothes for you, if you find anything important, be sure to let me know!"

Dean handed the plastic bag to Holden, filtering through the day's experience in his mind.

In addition to discovering Abby's series of deceptive behaviors that deliberately swayed in the surveillance video.

The slightest use was the tracksuit he had found despite the stench, and the scar on the bar owner's wrist.

Scars and sportswear, both of which can touch the progress of events, are clues that cannot be ignored.

"I'm sure I've seen a scar like this somewhere, go back and look through the records from God's perspective."

……

(End of chapter)