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Al doesn't care much about serial murders. It has nothing to do with him. Besides, people die every day in Hell's Kitchen. Since they are all dead, does it matter how they die?

A serial killer is nothing in Hell's Kitchen. Maybe that perverted idiot won't kill as many people as any other gangster in his lifetime! This is the difference between work and hobbies!

If you ask anyone in Hell's Kitchen whether he would be happy to face a perverted killer or a loan shark collection thug, most people will probably tell you that the perverted killer may be easier to deal with!

Because perverted killers generally don't have a 300-pound body, they won't punch people until they spit out what they ate the day before, and then make you eat them back!

Perverted killers generally like to use their brains, but the job of killing has always been classified as manual work in Hell's Kitchen. please()

Stark looked at Al hugging Fox and whispering, and felt very unhappy. Al was drinking and being tired this early in the morning, which made him very unhappy!

Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, regardless of the fact that it was still early, Stark felt that he had to give himself a drink now.

After taking a sip of whiskey, Stark knocked on the bar and said to Al impatiently: "Man, I think you need a room now instead of irritating my eyes here! Calm down, now we are assisting this , um~, the police officer is investigating the case!"

Beckett, who was sitting at the bar with his coffee cup in his hands, glanced at Stark and said, "Kate Beckett, you can call me Officer Beckett! Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark!"

Stark glanced at Beckett irritably and said, "Okay! Officer Beckett, I am somewhat interested in this case now. Can you tell me more about it? Maybe I can think of something else!"

Beckett took a sip of coffee, glanced at Fox, smiled and said, "Great coffee!"

After speaking, he turned to look at Stark, shook the dance list in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, this is confidential!"

Al looked at Stark's face as if he was eating shit, and laughed "ha". As a poor man, watching the wealthy Stark eat shit is indeed a pleasant thing for both body and mind!

I couldn't help but take the whiskey that was still at the bottom of the glass, clinked it with Beckett's coffee cup, and said with a smile: "You impress me, Officer Beckett, you are welcome to visit the Peace Hotel in the future! Ha!"

But I do have some interest in this case now, because I just remembered something. I saw an enthusiastic clown fan at the dance that day. He didn’t even open the corners of his mouth, and I could tell at a glance what he was playing. It's a clown.

I would say that apart from being a little timid and a little stupid, the clown he played was impeccable!

But if you want to know who he is, Mr. Stark is here to help! I remember he was the partner of a producer called Michael Osland! They have some cooperation with Mr. Stark's bodyguards! "

After listening to Al's words, Beckett turned towards Stark and said sincerely: "Mr. Stark, can you ask your bodyguard to come and talk?

This morning, the producer Michael Osland was found dead at home. The corners of his mouth were brutally cut open, and a clown card was placed on his head!

There's one thing I forgot to mention before, that one says 'jealousy'! "

Stark was stunned for a moment and said, "Jealous, why? Is this guy the love rival of Oran?"

Beckett shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not. The one who died was a casting director, and the playing card on his forehead said arrogance! How to explain it?"

Cassel, who had been meditating beside him, slapped the table excitedly, startling everyone, and said, "Seven deadly sins!"

Alhao looked at Cassel and asked, "What did you say? What are the seven deadly sins?"

Cassel stood up, walked around in the restaurant, and said excitedly: "It's the seven deadly sins! Pride, jealousy, greed, gluttony, lust, laziness, anger, wow, what a good writing subject this is, what a great subject it is. Charming killer, hmm~~what’s wrong?”

Cassel, who was immersed in fantasy, looked at everyone inexplicably, because everyone was looking at him with crazy eyes.

Beckett covered his head in worry, rolled his eyes at Cassel, and said in the tone of a doctor to a patient: "Cassell, this is a murder!"

Cassel, who had not yet fully reacted, stared at Beckett and said innocently, "I know, what next?"

Beckett shook his head, sighed, and said: "Nothing, Mr. Writer! You can continue! Tell us what the seven deadly sins are!"

As Beckett turned to Fox, he curled his lips with a wry smile and said, "I think temporary boyfriend is a good idea, it is a kind of protection for us! These men are fools!"

Fox nodded in agreement, raised the coffee cup in his hand, touched it with Beckett, and said with a smile: "That's right, I'm starting to like you now, nypd!"

Cassel was immersed in his own fantasy and murmured to himself: "An outstanding actor, because he was treated unfairly, was determined to take revenge and exercise the rights of an emperor to convict those who had harmed him!

First, he killed the casting director who was guilty of arrogance, and then he killed his partner who was guilty of jealousy!

Two people have died now, and five people will die in the future. They will correspond to greed, gluttony, lust, laziness, and anger! This is not a murder, this is a trial! A judgment on the impetuous and money-worshiping world!

Oh my god, this is such a charming killer, this is going to be a best-selling story! "

Al listened to the last part attentively and couldn't help but uttered, "Tch!" Then he looked at Cassel with contempt! He raised a finger at him!

When he explained his conjecture about the serial killer in Cassel, he was really disturbed by the story and felt a little nervous. It turned out that what this bastard was most concerned about was that this would be a best-selling story!

This may be the difference between the masters and Poujie. They can always write wonderful stories that are close to the needs of the market, while Poujie can only entertain himself with words like his lifelong self! Then he lamented that he was born at the wrong time and was jealous of talented people! what to do?

Just when everyone wanted to applaud Cassell's wonderful story, Beckett's phone rang.

Beckett answered the phone and said, "Beckett here!"

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"What did you say? Ryan, please speak clearly! Where is he? He is at the entrance of a hotel called the Peace Hotel?"

As soon as Beckett finished speaking, everyone looked towards the door of the restaurant!

A man wearing a gray sports hoodie appeared there and was walking into the restaurant. As he walked, he turned back and waved hello to the three children playing at the door!

When the man in gray turned his head to face the restaurant, Al felt the hairs on his back stand up!

Officer Beckett quickly pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the man in gray, and shouted: "Put your hands up, NYPD!"

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