The first day of 1981 happened to be a weekend, and Dean kept his promise to contact barrister Lycville to sign an employment contract and wait for the other party to arrange a commission.

The next day he welcomed another guest.

Dining tableside.

"You've been off for two months, and the New Year has passed, when will you go back to the bureau and continue to work? Carl: They miss you very much. Holden clumsily picked up a noodle covered with red oil and decorated with tender green onions with his chopsticks, and the spicy spicy taste made his mouth secrete saliva frantically, and his face flushed.

"There's no hurry... I also want to continue to rest. Dean snorted and snorted on the noodles, and with another channel for events, he couldn't afford to work for LVPD for free.

"That's fine. But you owe me a favor for Abby's case, and the last time I helped you investigate the Gru Stone family, it was another one. Holden put down his chopsticks and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pulled a napkin and blew his nose, "It's your turn to pay off the debt, take me to see the so-called supernatural." ”

"Haven't given up on this idea yet?" Dean took a sip of the spicy noodle soup and grinned comfortably, "Isn't it good to be an FBI honestly, there are no regrets when you step into this road." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I've talked to Alvin specifically during this time, and I've fully accepted his explanation about the ghost and am mentally prepared." The man's expression was firm, but his lips, which were so rosy and swollen from the spicy, looked a little ridiculous.

……

Jingle bells, jingle bells!

The phone bell interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Hello, Lawyer Lukeville."

……

"Well, I'll be there right away."

Hanging up the phone, Dean looked at his companion behind him in surprise,

"Have you ever kissed the god of death with your mouth, and someone dies at the slightest request. Keep up, and maybe it will help you make your wish come true today. ”

……

Dean wrapped his psychic suit in a briefcase, changed into a black business suit, and drove Holden to the listed law firm of Flange in Lukeville, a small law firm with less than twenty lawyers in total.

The two went upstairs and into the office to find the owner.

"This is an LVPD officer, right?" The lawyer looked at Holden, inexplicably familiar,

"Oh, a friend of mine, Holden Ford, is interested in the case, cooperate with me to do some investigation, rest assured, you don't need to pay extra, and it is definitely trustworthy."

The lawyer nodded, shook hands with Holden, and handed over a few pages of information, "Both, time is money, let's make a long story short."

"Joan Caterry, a thirty-year-old woman, has a special occupation in Las Vegas..."

Dean opened the information and looked at it carefully,

In the upper right corner, there is a half-length photo of a woman, with slightly curly long black hair, fair skin, three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, and a plump upper circumference.

The technology content is not low.

……

"What do you mean by special occupations?" Dean asked knowingly,

A hint of hesitation flashed across Lucville's fat face, and then he described it like this,

"To provide upscale enjoyment to high-end customers in Las Vegas."

"Called?" Dean was stunned and surprised, "Didn't Las Vegas explicitly ban it a long time ago?" ”

Don't look at the casino spinach industry is well-developed, but many years ago there was a law that banned another industry that is not separated.

Lucville nodded,

"So Joan Catri is just a casino escort and only accepts big clients."

"You're one of her clients too?"

"Hey, don't make this kind of joke..."The lawyer's fat face shook with fat, and he patted Dean on the shoulder, and said with a straight face, "I have a wife and a pair of children, and my family is happy, and I have never been contaminated with this bad habit, not to mention that I can't want to have my license revoked and lose my job." ”

"Okay, sorry."

"To get back to the point, she has a good reputation in the escort industry, and there are no bad reviews. After years of such peace, last week something went wrong, and one of Joan's clients died in a hotel room. ”

Dean took the coffee and took a sip,

"That guest's name is Jayne Harden, he has a unique taste, he plays more openly, and he likes to be a servant and be 'taught'," Lucville took a sip of his coffee, and his face was a little ridiculous, "so he prepared a mess of tools in advance, such as hanging ropes, blindfolds, and whips." ”

Lucville paused, and his two chubby hands moved nimbly on the desk, recreating the scene at that time.

"That's what Joan explained to me, she was in the bathroom shower, and probably the man thought she had been washing for too long, so he couldn't wait to play role-play in the bedroom, put on an eye patch, stand on a chair, and put her neck in the blackmail."

"As a result, the man accidentally kicked over the chair and hung himself in the air."

"Joan came out of the bathroom, the man had stopped breathing, she immediately rescued and called the police, but still not came back."

Lukeville handed over a photograph of a white-skinned man of about forty years old, wearing only a pair of underwear, revealing his fat body, falling to the ground motionless, with dark red strangulation marks around his neck, and a black hood on his head.

It looks like a fat pig that has been scalded with boiling water and is about to be slaughtered.

……

"The people in the casino really know how to play."

Dean couldn't help but smile as he imagined the scene at that time along with the description,

"But the standard of this story is so poor, where in the world is there such a coincidence? I put my neck in the rope and happened to have an accident? ”

"I also thought it was ridiculous at first, so I investigated it," the barrister nodded helplessly, "Joan Cardi is innocent, except for the arrest the day before yesterday, there is no bad record in the file..."

"The deceased had a long-standing relationship with Joan and had always had a good opinion of Joan."

"The most important point is that the deceased was six feet three tall and obese, and Jones was petite, five feet three, and weighed less than 90 pounds, how could he get a guy who weighed nearly twice as much as himself on that?"

"This is clearly not normal. So, I believe she was wronged...", said Lucville, "and I did my best to clear her name." ”

Dean and Holden looked at each other and nodded.

"It's a pity that the family of the deceased hated Joan to the bone, and decided that she was a murderer, and spent a lot of money to hire a barrister to prepare to convict Joan of death." Lycville looked expectantly at his newly recruited companion,

"I need strong evidence to clear Joan's innocence, and if you can create a possibility to save Abby in the impossible, then maybe you can find the evidence and pull her along."

Luckleville clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with a golden light,

"According to the contract, as long as you accept the commission, whether you succeed or not, you will have a basic reward of 500 dollars, and if you can find important evidence to help the parties get rid of the crime, then 10,000 dollars belong to you."

10,000 is close to the annual per capita income of the current era, and Dean can't help but be moved,

"This lady is so generous."

"If this money can save you twenty years in prison, it will definitely be worth it." The fat man looked at Dean with blazing eyes, "I won't force you to take the case, you can judge for yourself whether she is worth the shot." ”

"Don't think about it, I'll take it, but I don't make any promises." As soon as Dean answered, a line of prompts suddenly flashed in front of him-

You triggered the new event "Hotel Mystery".

A man with a unique taste dies in a hotel room, and the biggest suspect is his female companion Joan Katter.

You need to find hard evidence of her crimes, or clear her name and clear her name.

Event difficulty: Easy

Progress (0/100)

Duration: three days

Reward: 60 experience

Punishment: None...

……

The fat lawyer said resolutely, "I have made an appointment to go to the detention center tomorrow to see Joan?" ”

"Okay, give me the information of the deceased and the hotel room number where he died today." Dean felt the temperature of the board in his arms, "I'll go to the scene of the crime to have a look, I have a hunch and missing clues." ”

(End of chapter)