companion ghost

"The deceased is Ike Levi, male, 20 years old," Casey in the office looked up the information in the computer database, and read to everyone, "He is a fitness trainer in Ripple Gym."

"I know that gym," Jerry said, a little surprised. "I'm still a member there, but I've never heard of this Ike."

"Maybe it's because they are five-star." Casey rolled his eyes, "It's the kind of personal trainer that only people with hundreds of thousands of fitness cards have. Don't add up the salaries like you and me."

Jerry: "..."

"But having said that," Jerry thought of a strange place again, "The gym is in the city center, why did Ike die by the river?"

Gloria suggested an idea: "It's close to the Christopher Street Pier in Hudson Park, the famous red-light district, and he might have gone there to unleash his masculinity."

"I didn't expect the male demeanor to be chopped off like this," Casey clicked twice, "It's too miserable."

Dino came over, holding a video tape in his hand: "I went to ask for the time of the incident, that is, the surveillance video from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] on Monday night. Although it can't capture the scene of the incident, but It can illuminate the necessary road to get to the crime scene."

While talking, he stuffed the video tape into the machine, and then the screen on the big screen shook a few times, and the surveillance screen appeared. At 32:[-], the victim Ike and a man with long wavy blonde hair The tall slender woman held hands and walked under the surveillance camera. At [-]:[-], a blond woman walking out appeared on the road. She was alone, without Ike's figure.

"Did I read it wrong?" Casey pointed at the screen, "Did she change clothes?"

Everyone heard the words and went back to look again. Sure enough, the blond woman was wearing a white dress on the way there, but she was already wearing a red suit when she came out.

"White clothes are always easy to get dirty." Dino raised the corners of his lips slightly. "I was stabbed 37 times. There must be blood everywhere. She can't walk around in blood-stained clothes."

"It looks like it was premeditated," Gloria said. "If it was an impulsive killing, she wouldn't carry a second dress with her."

Jerry murmured, "So the question now is, who is this woman?"

Casey tapped twice to fast forward, and the surveillance camera changed from No. 15 to No. [-]. On the screen, the blond woman hails a taxi on the side of the road.

Casey paused the screen, clicked to zoom in, turned his head and asked, "Which one of you would like to ask this lucky taxi driver?"

While the police officers were watching the surveillance in the office, Shen Lie was sitting in his office and was busy explaining the case with Matt during this time.

Matt joked: "It seems that he is recuperating well in the hospital, and his face is ruddy and high-spirited."

Shen Lie browsed through the documents, and signed his name at the bottom: "Not bad," he smiled slightly, "I'm really flattered that the General Prosecutor of Labor came to work for me for such a long time."

Matt coughed lightly: "After all, I used to be a prosecutor in the homicide squad. It's always faster to get started again than to be transferred from another department."

Shen Lie looked at him narrowly, until he hurried out after the handover.

Shen Lie put the pen on the table, picked up the phone and sent a text message to Ning Yuan.

——Eat together at noon?

—Okay, but I'm not driving, let's go to a place closer to eat.

——12:30, there is a western restaurant quite close to yours, where to go?

——Yeah, see you later^^

Looking at the smiling face, Shen Lie seemed to see Ning Yuan's smiling face. The pad of his thumb gently and cherished the page of Ning Yuan's last reply, and he couldn't help laughing, his entire face softened a lot.

"Sorry, Mr. Reid," Ning Yuan walked into his treatment room, "I kept you waiting."

Klein smiled at him: "It's okay, hello Doctor Ning, just call me Klein."

"Hello, Klein," Ning Yuan changed his words and sat down opposite him, "My elder brother introduced you?"

"Yes." Klein's rare light purple pupils were very beautiful under the reflection of the sunlight outside the window. Ning Yuan looked at it for a moment in a daze, "He said you are very good."

"It's rare to hear my good words from him," Ning Yuan joked, "Don't be nervous, Klein, I'm your psychiatrist, you should try to open your heart and trust me, I will help Are you OK?"

Klein nodded slightly.

Ning Yuan's voice was very soft, with some earnestness and temptation: "So, what's the matter with you recently?"

A struggling look appeared on Klein's face, but he didn't speak.

Ning Yuan leaned forward: "It's okay, you can tell me, I won't judge you."

Klein closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I was raped."

what? !

Ning Yuan's heart was overwhelmed for a moment, and his face had to be calm: "Do you know who it is?"

"I know," Klein's Adam's apple rolled, "My former boss, Vincent Osterley."

Ning Yuan's face twisted.

Jerry and Gloria drove the police car to find the taxi driver who had picked up the blond woman that night. They parked in front of the taxi company and got out.

After showing the police badge, they easily found the dispatcher of the taxi company. The dispatcher was a fat woman with a smile all over her face: "What can I do for you, officers?"

"Very helpful," Jerry winked at her, showing her the enlarged picture of the license plate number, "why didn't you tell us who the driver was?"

"Oh," the dispatcher took it, sat down in front of the computer and began to input the license plate number to search, "The driver is Topher Lal, good guy."

Gloria asked, "Where is he now?"

"It's break time now, he should have lunch inside, wait a minute—" the dispatcher asked suspiciously, "Did Topher do something? Running a red light or rear-ending?"

"Nothing, ma'am," Jerry smiled at her. "We're not from the DMV."

"Then why-"

"He may be a witness to an important case, so let's ask," Gloria said. "There is no need to be alarmed, so can you take us to him?"

When Jerry and Gloria found Topher Lal, he was sitting among a group of people eating and chatting, and they called Topher out for questioning, which went well.

"You officers, what do you want from me?" Topher was a black man, he was at a loss, "I swear I didn't run a red light or speed!"

Jerry: "..."

"We are not from the DMV," Gloria said helplessly, "I just want to ask you a few questions."

"Aren't you from the DMV?" Topher was even more confused, "Then I swear I haven't done anything illegal!"

"Did you take an order from a blond woman in red two streets from the Christopher Street Pier on Monday night? Do you remember where she placed it?"

"Ah, this," he scratched his head, "I have to check my receipt, I have too many guests, I can't remember all of them."

However, after Topher checked the receipt, he said that he did not accept the order.

"Are you kidding me?" Gloria raised her eyebrows immediately, "We have surveillance footage of your car appearing there, otherwise why do you think we could find you?"

"We're not kidding you, Mr. Lal," Jerry said menacingly, "there was a murder over there, and we have reason to suspect that the blond woman you were carrying was the murderer, and now you're If you deny that there is such a person, then we have to suspect that you are an accomplice."

"What? Murder?" Topher was stunned. "No, no, police officers, listen to me." He approached them a few steps and lowered his voice, "Business is not doing well now, and the company is squeezing more and more Ruthless, so I have to think of other tricks, do you understand?"

Jerry already understood what he meant, and narrowed his eyes: "You picked up the guests but didn't turn on the watch."

"I have no choice, please," Topher said, "I really had nothing to do with the murder!"

Gloria rubbed her forehead, now it's all right, the clue is broken again.