Cinephile hustle

"Aha, you hurt. That's why you throw them away. But suddenly there's someone who always gives you a bull's beer, a cactus with a small flower in a pot, or when you come home and find What do you think when someone mysterious has already made you a fluffy enchilada and your suit is ironed and hung neatly by your bed?"

"I'm going to want to know who he is."

"Is it just that? You don't have a feeling of being pursued? A sense of superiority to be pleased?"

"Who else would do such a boring thing, except you?" Ian turned his face to the side and met Haili's eyes.

"But what if you suddenly find out that it's not me who did this for you, but Lancer?"

"Why did you mention Lancer all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it's because he has a higher degree of favorability in your heart than me?"

Hailey sat up unhurriedly, covering Ian's cheeks with his hands, and when Ian tried to turn his face sideways, Hailey firmly fixed him.

"Everything I do to bore you is to get your attention. Because I crave you."

"Thank you for your self-analysis."

He's already been kissed by this guy three times in 24 hours and he doesn't want a fourth.

"But the murderer doesn't want the victim as much as I do. Why does he go to such lengths to arrange all this? As if to please the victim. It's not just to successfully unload the victim on the day he commits the crime Is there any deeper reason for my defensiveness. Ian, isn’t there such a course in the induction training?”

Ian looked into Hailey's eyes, and it was an indescribable temptation that brought him to the other side of the world.

"It's not about pleasing and flattering...it's about bait, an emotional conquest." Ian said.

Haley smiled, "Yes, our murderer enjoys the feeling of conquering his victims very much. This shows that he is at a disadvantage when facing Smith or Mr. Ned in real life. He has no advantage over them feel."

"But he was able to successfully lure these Smiths and Neds who have seen countless handsome men and beauties in the fashion industry, which shows that he is very attractive."

"Yes. In reality, he may have been the prey of Smith and Ned. They all wanted to have him, to tame him, to overwhelm him. But our murderer patiently lured them into the pillow trap step by step, It gave them the deadliest pain when they were most caught off guard. This is a kind of backlash, a kind of revenge for everything they have suffered in reality. Whether you send flowers or use aromatherapy, you don’t think it’s all about men pleasing women Is it the way? In the hearts of men, women are weak and easily conquered. What the murderer does is to treat them as women to please conquer, which is the sharpest irony of the murderer to the victim."

For the first time, Ian felt that he had entered the murderer's world.

He seems to be able to feel the murderer's joy when he puts the plate on the table and carefully prepares the dinner. Maybe the murderer is humming a light tune when he puts the roses and sunflowers in the vase, maybe when he prepares the aromatherapy Sometimes the corner of the lips is a mocking smile.

Perhaps the killer they were looking for was, in everyday reality, the victim of Smith and Ned.

"Take a good night's sleep, Ian. You should give your brain some free time, and don't waste your energy on meaningless waiting. When you wake up from sleep, maybe 'Little Fool' or Dr. Bourne will give you New clues. It's not too late to think about it until then."

Haili's voice was calm and indifferent, inexplicably relaxing Ian's nervous and exhausted brain because of the case.

"I know you are used to walking alone, and I also know that you are used to looking at your companions through the scope and keeping an eye out for all possible dangers for them. But this is not a battlefield, and I am by your side. No matter what happens, I will will watch you."

Ian was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and Haili stretched out his hand, gently tugging at the corner of his clothes.

An invisible force attracted him to fall backwards, and when he realized it, he was already pillowed on Haili's body.

The other party's fingers brushed the hair on his forehead, caressing his brow.

"Go to sleep."

Ian slowly closed his eyes, and Haili pulled up the quilt and covered Ian's body.

Ian didn't know how long this sleep lasted.But he slept deeply, and all his thoughts scattered, as if soaked in warm water, making him unwilling to wake up.

But the phone in his suit pocket rang, making his eyes jerk open.

Only then did he realize that he was still lying on Haili's body, and what was even more unbelievable was that he was clasping Haili's fingers.

"Your phone is ringing." Hailey's voice sounded.

Ian took a breath, took out his cell phone, lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Hey, Finn! Find anything?"

"We reviewed the video in the hotel and paid attention to the person wearing the hairpin according to your wishes. There was no such person in the elevator of the hotel. In order to protect the privacy of visitors, the hotel did not install closed-circuit cameras near the door of each room. .But we still found a person on the same floor where Ned lived, but only from the back. You'd better come and take a look, we haven't been able to identify this person yet."

"Okay! Let's go there."

Ian turned around and found that Haili had gone to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face leisurely.Ian had never seen this guy sloppy.

"We are going to handle a case, not a beauty pageant." Ian said standing in front of the bathroom door.

But for some reason, he didn't resent Hailey for doing this.In the past, he would have brought Haley out.Maybe it's because he has been with this guy for a long time, and he has developed a somewhat leisurely temperament.

"It doesn't matter what I look like to others, but I want to be perfect forever in your heart."

Hailey came out with a smile, holding a toothbrush with toothpaste in his hand, "Uncle Ian, ah—"

Ian frowned, and Haley brought the toothbrush to his mouth.He was silent for two seconds, and finally opened his mouth slightly to put the toothbrush in.

He went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and felt better.

"Haley, why are you brushing my teeth with the same toothbrush you brushed?"

Ian found that there was still an unopened toothbrush on the sink, which meant that he had used Hayley's.

"You know, an indirect kiss or something in the morning means a good day."

Hailey leaned against the bathroom door with her arms folded, her smile lazy and sexy.

"Can I say it sucks?"

Ian hung up the towel casually, and pulled the collar that Haili had tidied up.

"That can only represent your point of view. I'm still in a good mood."

They came to Fein's office and saw the surveillance video that was retrieved.

It was a tall and slender woman, her brown-red hair was coiled softly behind her head, pinned by a bronze hairpin. She was wearing a tight black dress, looking noble yet sexy.

Haili propped up his chin, a little lost in interest, "Is it only the back? There are eight thousand people in New York who match this back."

"Have any similar hair been found at Smith's or Ned's crime scenes?"

"Of course there is. We found it in Smith's room at first, and we didn't have any suspects for comparison. After we found similar strands of hair in Ned's room, we compared the two and found a [-]% match."

"So, the same person went into both Smith's and Ned's rooms? But the question is who this person is."

At this time, Jessica came over with two cups of coffee, one for Ian and the other for Finn.

"Wait, why don't I have a share?" Hailey asked pretending to be dissatisfied.

"The rest of Ian's drink is really delicious." Jessica replied half-jokingly.

She frowned slightly as she glanced across the screen.

"What's wrong, Jessica?"

"This bag...isn't this New York Fashion Week... the latest work of designer Moran? It should not be available on the market..."

"How do you know?" Ian asked.

"I'm not sure." Jessica tapped the screen, "Fin, can you zoom in on this location?"

"of course can."

Fein zoomed in on the bag's metal zipper closure, which had the letters mo on it.

"Sure enough, it's Moran's latest masterpiece! This is not a bag for large-scale commercial sales, but it is specially used for fashion show display. Therefore, it cannot be bought in ordinary shopping malls, and it will not be available on the market. imitation."

Ian immediately looked at Haili, "You should have a way to confirm to Master Moran where his work is currently?"

"of course."

Haley made a call and had an answer in no time.

"This bag is currently in the possession of an international supermodel. Her name is Westminster Aire."

Fein quickly entered the name of Westminster Air on the webpage, and her photo and information immediately popped up.According to the information, her original hair color was reddish brown.

"We don't have enough evidence to request extraction of her DNA."

"Then let's buy her a glass of water."

It's an old trick for law enforcement to get a suspect's DNA.

Westminster Aire was invited to the interrogation room.She looked a little out of sorts, with slightly dark circles under her eyes.

"You need a cup of coffee to refresh yourself." Jessica walked in with the coffee and brought it to her.

"Thank you... To be honest, I don't understand why I was called here..." Ximin took a sip of coffee and pressed his head hard.

"There was a big party in the fashion industry last night. Are you too tired because of that party?"

Simin Air shook his head, "No, I was too tired yesterday, so I didn't go at all..."

"So you're sleeping in a hotel?"

"Yes. Has something happened?" Westminster Aire looked very sleepy.

"Oh, Mr. Ned is dead."

"Ned... is dead?" Simin Aire showed a very surprised expression, "Are you joking? Is today April Fool's Day?"

"There are news and newspapers this morning. After all, he is an important figure in the Gubler Group. You are also from the fashion industry, don't you know?"

"...I have been sleeping. Because of the New York Fashion Week show...I am very tired. Mr. Gubler knew that I could not bear the rhythm of several shows a day. He told me that I could not come to the party. , as long as you walk through all the fashion shows perfectly."

Westminster Aire gradually determined from Jessica's expression that Ned was really dead, and she seemed embarrassed.

Ian on the other side of the observation room asked, "Do you think what Simin Aile said is true or false?"

"Her expression made me think she was telling the truth."

"Maybe it's too hasty to target a suspect with just one bag."

After routinely asking Westminster Air a few questions, Jessica let her go.There was still the cup of coffee that Westminster Aire drank on the table.Jessica gave it to Finn.

But the dna comparison results are surprising.

That is, Westminster Aire's DNA exactly matches the DNA of the hair left at the two murder scenes.

Ian immediately applied for a search warrant, and they found the hairpin in Westminster Ayre's hotel room. The luminol reaction was detected on the spot, and the shape and length of the hairpin matched the wounds of the two victims.

"But even so, we still haven't found enough evidence to accuse Westminster Aire. The victim's blood on the hairpin has been cleaned up. If I were a defense lawyer, I would claim that there is definitely more than one hairpin of the same kind in the world The murder weapon is also very likely to be another hairpin that is exactly the same as this hairpin. As for the hair of Westminster Ayre left at the two murder scenes, it can also be explained, because they belong to the same circle, and they were originally from the same circle. They are familiar with each other. Whether it’s hair pins or hair, it may just be a coincidence.”

Haley sat swinging his long legs on Finn's test bench.

"Come down for me." Finn warned the other party unhappily.

"Come on down, Hayley," said Ian.

"Okay, okay! Uncle Ian, you spoil 'little fool' too much!"

Finn ignored Haili, but held the hairpin under the light to examine it carefully.

"Maybe it's not that there's no evidence against her."

Ian bent down to get to Fein's side, and found that there was a slight light shining through the gaps in the hairpin.

"You mean the center of the hairpin is hollow?"

"Hmm. This hairpin is made of two parts. The eight centimeters of the tip is solid, but the back five centimeters are hollowed out for decoration. Even if the other party cleans it, it may not be possible to remove the hairpin The inside was cleaned too."

Immediately, everyone had a glimmer of hope, and Finn lived up to everyone's expectations. Sure enough, the victim's blood was extracted from the hollow part of the hairpin, and it matched Smith and Ned.They could finally formally arrest Westminster Aire.

When the police entered Westminster's room, she was sitting on the sofa, a fashion show was playing on TV, and Westminster had no intention of getting up from the sofa.

Ian walked around the sofa and came to her front, only to find that she was leaning on the cushion, her head slightly raised, her eyes were wide open, but she had completely lost focus, and her arm was still pierced with a needle.Ian's fingers covered the side of her neck, her pulse was completely gone, and her body was already cold.

Haili came to Ian, "There are a lot of things like this in the fashion industry."

"Why? Because of emptiness?"

"Maybe more out of fear."

Haley watched as Westminster's body was lifted by police, packed into a bag and zipped up.

"afraid of what?"

"Fear of aging, fear of losing aura, fear of being replaced." Haili said lightly.

"What should we do now? Close the case? But we still don't know the motive of Westminster's crime. What are the details of her crime?" Ian frowned.

Haley looked down and smiled.

"Ian is Ian, you always have to explore the truth until there is no doubt."

"I'm sorry, that's just the way I am."

"You like this..." Haili came to Ian, lowered his head and looked up at him, "I have always loved you the most."

Ian's heart trembled at that moment.

"You didn't dislike my confession to you just now, did you?" Hailey smiled, his eyes curled up.

"Do you think it's romantic to confess your love here? Let's go, go to Dr. Bourne, and hope he can ascertain the cause of Westminster's death to us as soon as possible."

"But if Westminster is the murderer of the two victims, do we still need to contact Fitz Gubler?"

Ian thought in silence.

On the surface, it seems that Westminster is the murderer who killed Smith and Ned, but Ian always feels that Fitz Gubler is inseparable from all this.

At least he can solve the mystery of Westminster's motives.

"Aha, Uncle Ian, you didn't say 'no need', which means that our game with Fitz Gubler will continue?"

At this time Ian's phone rang, and it was Jessica who opened it.

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt your alone time with the victim's body, we just got word from the NYPD's Financial Crimes Unit and Narcotics Unit that Westminster Aire has unusually large amounts of money in his account Flow. They suspect it is drug stolen goods, and also involved in money laundering. They think Westminster Aire is just offline. There must be predators above her."

"so what?"

"So they want to be able to cooperate with the FBI."

"Who is the target of their suspicion?"

"Gubler Group. Every year, Fitz Gubler holds a party at the luxury yacht house owned by the Gubler Group, and many rich people will receive invitations. People from the New York Police Department suspect that Fitz Gubler Gubler used this as a cover to negotiate gray business with the target object."

"I understand."

Ian relays what Jessica said to Haley.

"Hmmmm..." Haley rubbed his chin, "To be honest, I'm not interested in who Westminster Ayre's upline is. What I want to know is why she murdered Smith and Ned. So The two of us can split up, you go to help the New York Police Department investigate Westminster Air's online, while I focus on what is her motive for killing."

"can."

"Or...maybe...we will end up together in the end?"

"That's the best."

The corners of Ian's lips rose slightly, while Haili showed a blank expression.

"what happened?"

"Don't ever smile like that in front of that Sherman editor. He'll eat you."

Hailey looked very serious.

Ian didn't pay attention to what he said, but pointed out another practical question: "Since you are so confident that Fitz Gubler will approach you again, are you ready to face him in what capacity?"

"Of course." Haili raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ian averted his gaze without showing any signs.Obviously raising eyebrows is a slightly flirtatious or provocative expression, but Haili did it so casually and provocatively.

He did it on purpose, Ian told himself.

"Then what about you, Uncle Ian. Have you thought about your identity as a cover? Maybe that editor-in-chief Sherman is also eyeing you?"

Ian snorted softly, "When you say it, men all over the world seem to be crooked."

"Wrong, nine out of ten men in the fashion industry." Haili hooked his fingers deliberately.

It's that lazy elegance with a sexy pose.

Ian suddenly ignored him.

The day was finally over, and Ian called Paul, a veteran of his army, who opened a coffee shop and was in need of staff.The other party offered him a job as a waiter in a cafe.

"Ian, with you here, I can already imagine that my sales will skyrocket!"

"why?"

"Will there be more female customers?"

"Shouldn't they prefer younger ones?"

"Wrong, they just like you, a man who looks deep, cold, and has a lot of experience."

Ian frowned, "Are you sure you're not gloomy, alienated, and have low social skills?"

"Well, Ian, that's a sexy too."

Ian didn't intend to continue discussing this issue with the other party, but called the bureau and reported his identity to be used in the investigation of this case.

When he got back to his apartment, he found someone sitting on his couch with their legs crossed.

Ian was surprised at that moment, and when he saw clearly who the other party was, he secretly let out a breath.

Xavier was wearing a thin windbreaker, leaning against the sofa with his arms folded, eyes closed, his head tilted to one side, looking very tired.

Ian walked up slowly and patted his shoulder, "Hey, Xavier, why are you falling asleep here?"

Xavier didn't answer him, but slowly opened his eyes and stared at Ian coldly.

"Where else should I sleep? You didn't come back to sleep yesterday."

"...I have a very important case. Besides, you should go back to your room. It's impossible for Puro to pester you again."

"You're not the one who was tied up and fucked by a woman. You'd never imagine what I saw when I closed my eyes."

"I'm sorry, I should have called you."

Although Ian said sorry, he didn't really feel very guilty.In his opinion, Xavier is already an adult, and he should have the ability to face problems.Even a seemingly fragile and flawed young man like Lancer is still chasing his dream bravely outside.What Xavier has is obviously much more than Lanser.

"You know, you are completely different from what Lancer described to me."

Xavier got up, staggered slightly and walked towards the door.

"I don't know how Lancer describes me."

"He said that you can see the cracks in other people's hearts, and then carefully avoid them, and silently glue those cracks when no one notices. But maybe Lancer is right, but you just told him That's all."

Xavier opened the door, and Ian sighed.

"To be honest, taking care of others is not my talent. None of the people I wanted to take care of on the battlefield came back. Maybe you think you are Lancer's friend, so I should treat you as a friend too. But in fact I don't Get ready for another stranger to come into my life."

Ian said every word, frankly.

"I see, I won't bother you again."

"No, I mean, if you want, we can start now, just as friends. Of course, soon New York Fashion Week will be over, and you should be out of here. I'm not sure we have enough time to become 'good friends'."

"So?" Xavier turned to look at Ian.

"So start with dinner. Have you had dinner yet?"

"I can't eat things that are too high in calories."

"Male models also need to keep in shape?"

Ian walked into the kitchen as if chatting with an acquaintance, and opened the refrigerator to plan what to have for dinner.

"Of course."

"Okay, tuna salad?"

"Okay. If you don't mind, I'd like to borrow your bathtub for a soak before you make dinner."

"I don't mind. It's just that I don't have a good body wash."

"I know. The apartment on this floor was so quiet yesterday. I didn't even dare to take off my clothes."

Ian turned around, just in time to see Xavier throwing his windbreaker on the sofa, and lifted the shirt inside, revealing a strong back line.

To be honest, Ian always thought that this guy was very thin, but he didn't expect that he was just slender but not weak.

Ian mixed the salad and made himself a meatloaf.

He was about to knock on the bathroom door to tell Xavier it was time to get up for dinner, but he found the door wasn't even closed.

Xavier leaned his head back against the edge of the bathtub, seemingly asleep.

He was tired, not sure if it was from the show or because he didn't sleep at all last night.

Calm down, Ian can even hear Xavier snoring lightly in his nose.

But he had to wake him up, and if he lay down like this again, the water would be cold.

Ian leaned against the bathroom door and clapped his hands, "Hey! Brother! It's time to get up!"

Xavier groaned softly and sat up.

Ian could clearly see his neck and a large swath of his collarbone and chest.Even without any extra rendering, this picture is very sexy.Ian can finally understand why Xavier seems to have a bad temper, but he can become the darling of the fashion industry.

Ian thought that Xavier would take a long time to get fully dressed, but he didn't expect him to sit across the dining table while wiping his hair and wearing a bathrobe.

If it was someone else, they would probably think he was rude.But Ian knew that this guy was just casual.

He took a bite of the salad, frowned slightly, and went on to take another bite.

"It's hard to eat?" Ian asked.

"The truth is, it's not very tasty. But you put tuna and egg whites, which shows that you are actually worried about my protein intake. You didn't put salad dressing, but you squeezed lemon juice and chopped lettuce. Si. You are very attentive, so I appreciate that."

"It seems that you are not such a difficult person to get along with. At least you know how to respect others."

"I'm actually very difficult to get along with. It's just because you like people who are honest and straightforward, so you can accept me more easily than others."

"How do you know Lancer?"