Druid in Marvel

Beckett glanced at John strangely. It was difficult for him to understand how a man who looked like he was going to die before suddenly became energetic? Could it be that Al had cast a spell on him?

Beckett shook his head to get rid of the absurd thoughts in his mind. Holding a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, he asked: "John, can you tell me in detail about the person who asked you to cut the corner of your mouth?" What does he look like? What is his name? Is there anyone else who went to find that person like you? Where did you meet that person?"

John, who was in high spirits, closed his eyes and thought about it carefully, then shuddered and said: "I don't know the name of that man, how old he is, he painted his face a terrible white, and the corners of his mouth were also scratched. It was opened and then stitched up, leaving two terrible scars. .

I met this man in a tenement house in Brooklyn. He took out twenty thousand dollars from a brown suitcase and demanded that I cut the corner of my mouth in front of him!

And he asked me to stay in New York for three months! Otherwise he will find me and kill me! "

As he spoke, John glanced at Beckett and said with a wry smile: "We all know that his last request is impossible. Who will listen to him? But where can I go?"

Beckett listened carefully and continued to ask while taking notes: "Are there other people like you? I mean people who are willing to cut the corners of their mouths!"

John smiled bitterly and said: "How could there not be, there are too many! There are four people I know, and there are more I don't know! In fact, I only found that person by listening to what they said!"

Beckett was surprised when he heard this, and then asked: "Who are they? How do they know that person?"

John was silent for a moment, glanced at Al, and then sighed and said: "They are friends I met when I was taking drugs. In fact, you don't need to go find them.

Every Monday, that person would place an ad in the New York Times job postings with a clown's face and a phone number.

I followed that phone number to find that person! The news spread widely among Brooklyn drug addicts, and basically everyone knew about it!

Twenty thousand dollars is a lot of money to us! For this money, many people will give anything! "

Beckett was focusing on taking notes. She had a headache. No matter which policeman encountered this kind of case, it would be very painful. The opponent was probably a very smart psychopath. He would definitely continue to commit crimes, but Beckett still couldn't figure out too much. A clue!

"Can you describe your impression of that person in detail? Your most intuitive impression will do. Everything you can think of will be helpful to us!" Beckett tapped his forehead with a signature pen and said to John.

John was very cooperative. He closed his eyes, thought carefully, and then said slowly: "The man was wearing a purple suit and carrying a brown suitcase. His hair was blond and reached to his neck. It was very messy. , it feels crazy!

He talks like a poisonous snake, and he always likes to stick out his tongue, which makes his voice always hoarse with a little tinny sound. very scary!

His face~~I only remember the bright red corners of his mouth and the white patch! "

Beckett continued to ask a few more detailed questions, closed her notebook and started calling her colleagues Esposito and Ryan. She would stay here and wait for Stark's bodyguard Happy to come over.

The crazy clown actor Al mentioned is the main suspect now. She must know who this person is!

Some good people, Robert and Steve, asked Al about what was going on.

Robert frowned and made no comment.

Steve looked a little confused. The lunatic at the party stared at him all night, which left a deep impression on him. However, the guy who was thrown out of Stark Manor didn't look like he could do such a big thing. people! Twenty thousand per person is a lot of money!

Steve touched Al's arm and said in a deep voice: "If it was the lunatic at the dance, I still have an impression, but he doesn't look like someone with such a big deal! He doesn't look like a rich man. people!"

Al smiled and said: "Who knows! Maybe that guy is just an incompetent lunatic, and this matter has nothing to do with him. Another possibility is that he found himself a rich sponsor!

Whether it's him or not, this madman definitely isn't trying to do good! I have a feeling this Officer Beckett is going to be in trouble this time! "

Cassel came closer to Al and said excitedly: "This guy must be crazy, but his mind is very smart! He must be doing these things to confuse the police department! The New York Police Department is very busy now. Come on, there are simply not enough manpower to investigate these poor people!

This is a challenge!

He left clues and he wanted to play a game with the police, it was so exciting! I really want to know what this guy is thinking! "

Al glanced at Cassel, who was also crazy now, and ignored him. It was normal for a writer to go crazy for the inspiration of writing a book!

Director Misty has been sitting there without saying a word since arriving at the restaurant, wanting to watch Officer Beckett's excitement. But when things got a little serious, she kept thinking that she was an experienced police officer after all.

Misty stood up and walked to John's side, looking at the four bundles of banknotes still on the table, and said to Al thoughtfully: "This method of bundling money looks very different from the bank's method. I seem to Where have I seen it?"

Al saw that Misty didn't talk to Beckett, but instead talked to him. He felt very interesting. Is it true that all women with a little bit of ability are wrong when they are together? Beckett and Fox are like this, Misty and Beckett are still like this!

Since Misty entered the restaurant, she has behaved just like Michael did the day she first took office. She came here expecting to see a joke! A strong police officer can't get any benefits in the Peace Hotel!

It's a pity that she was disappointed in the end. This beautiful police officer had a familiar boyfriend who acted as a lubricant and made Officer Beckett's work go smoothly!

But now, things seemed a bit serious. Misty's professionalism overpowered her little thoughts, and she quickly found a key point, which was the source of that person's funds!

Al glanced at the bundles of dollars. In fact, he had already seen the origin of the money, but everything was not clear at the time, so there was no need to say it! Now that Misty asked, Al was naturally willing to answer.

Smiling and counting the dollars on the table, Al said: "This should be a common method used by drug dealers. In June, the Jamaican drug dealer Pluto once sent me a pack of such banknotes. He said that It’s his son Domi’s tuition for the past 12 years!”

After hearing Al's words, Beckett looked at Al in disbelief and said, "Are you still in contact with drug dealers?" As he spoke, Beckett instinctively touched the pistol on his waist!

Al glanced at her and said, "This is Hell's Kitchen. Is it weird for me, the principal, to know a parent of a student?

Let me tell you a little more about my student who took the law department at Columbia University this year. He may be a lawyer in the future! "

Officer Beckett still couldn't accept it and said: "But he is a drug dealer, and you even took his money!"

Al glanced at Misty. The black female director must not have told Beckett clearly about the situation in Hell's Kitchen. A very true truth can be seen from this point. It is difficult for a person to learn well, but it is really fast to learn bad things. Director Misty is a typical example!

Al glared at Director Misty, who shrugged her shoulders and made a face like, "What's wrong with me?" His expression is annoying to look at.

Turning to Officer Beckett, Al said in a deep voice: "What does it have to do with me that he is a drug dealer? Didn't I make it clear enough? I am the principal, and he is the parent of my students.

The money he sent was because his son Duomi was admitted to college and he wanted to make up for his son's tuition fees for the past 12 years! What’s the problem with that? A drug dealer can’t give back to his alma mater for his son?”

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