Eye-blocking method

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Book Title: Blindfolded

Author: Mang Ye Changtian

Jinjiang 2015-08-24 End

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This is the story of a detective David and his sworn enemy John.It's dark, involving heist cases, endless lies, broken arguments, intense sex and the ultimate truth.

"I love you. But I have to tell you on."

Content tags: Suspense Reasoning Western Romans Love and Kill

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chapterⅠ

The yellow and black seals wrapped the tall Gothic spire building in a leaky way, and the bright flashing lights made the peaceful night look like day.News reporters, paparazzi, and troublemakers crowded the gray-black stairs, and the exhaled air rose in the air with screams, curses, and the click of flashing lights.Police in black uniforms waved their arms near the seal, trying in vain to clear the way for irrelevant people and make room for their superiors.

Jacqueline Field came impatiently from the showroom, expensive, shiny black leather boots pressed against her brown skin.She wore heavy eyeshadow, her dark blonde ponytail swept across her back, and the heels of her shoes made a dull sound against the ground.Behind her, there is a mess—the ground is full of broken glass, shining with hideous brilliance; the soft fluorescent light illuminates the glass showcase in the center of the building, concentrated on the bright red velvet cushion, and ironically Yes, there is only a shallow pit left in the soft red center.

Jacqueline put on her hat and black leather gloves.Reporters yelled at her, and flashing lights nearly blinded her.She allowed the guards to roughly push away the crowd of onlookers, and pushed her out alone with her head down in a daze.She couldn't think about it—there was nothing but resentment and loss.

She got into the police car and took off her boots.The heels were covered in nasty mud, and she had to pull out a piece of paper to wipe off the damn brown-gray smudge.Her long hair hangs down to hide her pale, trembling lips and red eye sockets, avoiding being caught in the camera.

"Damn it." She cursed, pretending to continue to polish the shoes, but in fact secretly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "It was still stolen."

"That's not your fault." A gentle voice sounded, but Jacqueline responded with a wry smile under the shadows, wiped her face with her fingers indiscriminately, and then tremblingly met the man's brown eyes.The man next to her has a pleasant face, wearing an oversized brown striped coat, a head forced on a long neck, and a sharp-edged face.He has a mess of brown hair, a bunch of which is still provocatively raised on the smooth forehead; under the thick eyebrows are big brown eyes that do not match the whole face-followed by a pointed nose, square hard lips and a stubbornly raised chin.

"David." Jacqueline twitched the corners of her mouth, showing a dry smile, "Thank you." Her nasal voice was thick.

David was thin and slender.Beneath the high cheekbones are resolutely sunken cheeks, where the muscles are now puckered, forcing the lips to curl up in a polite return of the policewoman's smile.

"So much security work, thieves still get it." But the smile didn't work.Resentment was bubbling in Jacqueline's tone.Her eyeshadow is stained, but that doesn't detract from the female police officer's stunning looks.

"It can only show that they have insiders." David put all his strength on the back of the car, stretching his long, spider-like limbs, "You want something from me, Jacqueline-it's obvious."

Jacqueline shrugged.

"I know you've been involved in security, David. But I don't understand—oh, you're the most gifted detective we have here—that the burglars still break through." She almost screamed, her voice A hint of accusation.

"I have already pointed out that we cannot prevent all loopholes." David's tone became serious, "At the beginning."

Jacqueline's eyes were red again.

"Then what do they think! We're about to lose face again—the *Eye of the World* lost it when it came to our tour!" Her voice finally became uncontrollably sharp, and her fingers pinched the hem of the skirt.Oh damn!She had promised the officer.The vowed "I will never lose it" turned into a puddle of ridiculous water in front of the facts.No one would believe her, no one would support her.Her reputation, that of "the best cop in town" was ruined.

David, however, was surprisingly calm.He tapped his fingers, then put his thumb on his chin again.Jacqueline felt the urge to poke her fingers into those unwavering brown pupils.

"I hate you," she mumbled, eventually curling herself into a ball like a cat, and slowly began to recall everything she knew.In the end, those scenes were compressed into individual words, which fell into the ears of the arrogant but extremely intelligent man through airflow, vocal cord friction, tongue tip and lip-to-teeth cooperation.

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chapterⅡ

When they turned back to the scene, the sky outside had begun to light up, and the long-lost light pierced the suffocating and dignified darkness.

The yellow and black seal had been lazily removed, and a few police officers in uniform were listlessly guarding the door, and the smooth marble floor was full of messy footprints.Several reporters gathered under the arches of the steeple church, chattering about something. When Jacqueline walked by, she suddenly became excited and raised her camera to take pictures non-stop.

"Officer Field! Field—"

The few police officers on guard rushed forward and blocked the reporters for Jacqueline.The blinding flash temporarily blinded David.He followed Jacqueline closely, like a child who was afraid of getting lost, with his head down and frowning.

"Here we are." The comfort from Jacqueline made David heave a sigh of relief, and he opened his eyes and looked around.David was a little annoyed at the police officers' behavior of confiscating the evidence so quickly and destroying the scene. He was about to taunt, but Jacqueline grabbed his wrist.

"No," she said, with an imperceptible tremor, "I'll lose my job for this."

David rolled his eyes where she couldn't see.Seriously, these stupid detectives should have rolled away with their stuff long ago.

"Would you mind telling me about your behavior?" David asked pretending to be casual, pacing around the glass shards, crossing his slender and strong fingers unconsciously, groping Fang Gang's chin, "When you see this mess when?"

Jacqueline glared at him and pursed her lips.This is the way to express pain - no one wants to relive the most "nightmare" day of their lives.

"I need them to build the crime scene," David explained, trying to look calm. "Look, your men have made a mess here, like a cowshed that hasn't been cleaned."

A very light sigh.It was a sign of Jacqueline's compromise.David watched her cross her arms in satisfaction, dry words falling from her bright red lips like broken beads.

"I went in and it was raining—"

David closed his eyes.Against the dark background, he carefully pulled out a thought and projected it onto a gloomy sky.The Gothic building looks gray, the colonnade at the door is wrapped with seals, and Jacqueline proudly stepped on the water into the exhibition hall, leaving the imprint of her high heels on the dry road.In front of her is the broken glass box and the "Eye of the World" that has long been missing inside.

David opened his eyes.

"The ground is full of broken glass. A hammer is placed under the glass box. The hammer handle is teak-colored, and the hammer head is sharp and iron-gray. There are some patterns engraved on the handle of the hammer." Jacqueline stared at the ground, looking at the He dug out a plastic bag, pulled out a blank piece of paper from the middle, and stuffed the enlarged picture of a hammer between broken glass on David's chest.

It was a hammer designed to fight tempered glass.There was a clear imprint on the handle, and Davy glanced at it, and said casually, "Ah, it's from Dolphin. That's its mark—a useful clue. It's a special hammer, and there's My boss will remember who bought it. I'll talk to him."

"Then there are some stains next to the cabinet - muddy footprints." She pushed a picture over again, and the brown footprints were particularly conspicuous on the light blue floor.

"So you tracked it down?" David laughed, with secret schadenfreude.

She nodded.

David closed his eyes again.

Among the messy glass shards, Jacqueline vaguely found some broken, brown things.Through the white gloves, she pushed aside the obstacle and saw a clear footprint on the ground.Then there was an exclamation.Some batter-smeared police officers came right away and checked the pattern with a magnifying glass.Footprints disappeared into the dirt path from the back door... Finally, David knew, the trail led to a small lake.

"The footprint pattern is very unique. Someone gave me information, showing that this pair of shoes was discontinued 20 years ago. There are very few of them now, and the last place that sold this pair of shoes was the 'Volkswagen' shoe store. Chief Shrek has already started a search." Jacqueline's voice brought him back to reality again, "He's around here. We can go see him if you need to." She pulled off the headband wearily, letting her dark blonde hair hang down her shoulders.It made her even more haggard.

"I also saw a purse. Beside the velvet cushion.