Eye-blocking method

Ming's silence.

The sound of rain pattered.Their boots clattered against the bricks.Commodities are piled up around the pedestrian street, and salespeople are scurrying about among the crowd like fish.

"Two gentlemen! I recommend you the CJ280 3D projector. The picture quality is clear and it is suitable for outing communication..." The balance they finally maintained was broken by a salesman, who was full of smiles and talked Unceasingly, "Ah, I see that you live in two places. This projector can create a completely realistic image, which is convenient for you..." The words behind him were blocked by John's almost angry words——

"I do not need it, thank you!"

"Wait," David smiled and stopped the salesman.He maliciously decided to buy one, the needle point is right, isn't it?What's more, he can appreciate the beautiful red spot on the neck of the other party spreading to his face. After all, it is rare for John, who is always calm, to lose his composure.

He placed the order and watched with pleasure as the other party went from blushing to completely calm, showing the sneering smile he was used to.

"I think this is a nice projector, see, I've always wanted a 3D one. That looks cool." David found himself enjoying prodding John.

"Hmph. Stupid." The other party made a muffled voice, expressing disdain.

So far.

Confrontation is always pleasant, but confrontation all day loses that pleasant feeling.Prey is always something to play with, and a John type requires patience.

"Perhaps I should go and solve the case, John. It's been a pleasant day." He excused himself, and said his good-bye politely.The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he knew it was Jacqueline calling.

"Except for our tit-for-tat moments—yeah, it's nice, even though it's not there." John opened his umbrella, dropping a sarcasm haughtily.

David frowned.Looking at John's leaving figure, he shuddered.Must be wearing too little, he thought.Or else the rain was unusually cold.

Gathering his coat with his cold fingertips, David faced the opposite direction, sinking into the deep, gray rain and fog.

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chapterⅣ

Day three.

When Jacqueline found David, the bags under her eyes seemed to be darker.

"I don't understand!" she screamed at the sight of him, tearing hysterically at the tissue, "this case—how could this case be so difficult for us! The burglar's method is poor—"

David coughed lightly.

"Sorry." Jacqueline sniffed hard and buried her face in more tissues, "I lost my composure."

David patted her on the shoulder, which seemed to calm her down.She took a deep breath and said, "Yesterday we lost all our clues. It seems that the arrangement of the scene was a trap. I—(sobbing)—I called up the video, but the damn thief was smart enough not to stay Write down any features you can look for." She turned on her phone, pushing the flickering screen toward David irritably.

A man in dark blue canvas pants and a black hoodie walks past the camera.He first glanced at the security room and saw that it was empty, so he took out a pair of scissors from his pocket and cut the siren wire short.Then he turned around and smashed the monitor with a hammer—resulting in a black screen covered in snowflakes.

"Obviously he knows the location of the siren and the surveillance camera—he may be an insider and is familiar with the security procedures for protecting the eyes of the world." David made a judgment, and his brain began to simulate the criminal's theft process, "But, here There is a doubt, where is the security guard?" He reached out and tapped the screen.

Jacqueline stopped sobbing and smoothed her hair.

"He went to the toilet because of a stomachache." His voice was nasal.

"Can I talk to him?" David asked. "And of course you speak of Francis."

Jacqueline nodded.Probably because her nose was so stuffed up, she didn't speak.After a while, she pulled her face out of the tissue, her nose was red.

"By the way, hiccup—I remember you had a friend named John."

"Yes." As soon as John was mentioned, David felt something rising from his stomach, and then broke through all the shackles, just to hit him hard in the heart.He pursed his lips and crossed his fingers again.

"He thinks you are the criminal. Hiccup—" Jacqueline thought it was very funny, and she rubbed her chin with her nail-painted fingers, "so he insisted on asking for a lot of materials."

David's mouth felt parched.He's a criminal - John must be crazy.

He gave her a nervous smile.

"He's kind of crazy—you know. You don't think it's true, do you?" he added, after a moment of deliberation.

Jacqueline laughed. "Oh no! I said he was crazy."

"Then did you give him the information? Especially the hammer." David tapped sideways, tapping the table with his fingers regularly.

"I did." Jacqueline returned to her casual look, "Why?"

"This guy is crazy, but he's as smart as I am. Soon his intellect will lead him to the real criminal—I don't like being upstaged," he confessed, and Jacqueline reprimanded. He has a sharp eye.

"You guys are so naive." She tossed her hair, but her mood was obviously much better, and she seemed to have the attitude of a capable female police officer before, "Let's go, I'll drive you to find that damn Francis."

It's not far from the monitoring room to Francis' residence, David thought, a total of 10 minutes by car.If—if Francis did it, then that gave him plenty of time to escape.As the thin silver-gray lines outside the car window gradually became clear, a grand mansion popped up suddenly, and Francis had been waiting for them on the steps made of square bricks.

"Police officer." He smiled what he thought was bright, with yellowed teeth that were uneven, cheekbones bony, and his whole body bent like a bow.

David ignored the flattering greetings and walked in.It was only Jacqueline who stayed there pitifully, enduring a long while of sterile praise before finally getting to the point: "I need evidence of what you were doing around eight o'clock."

"Didn't my wife tell the neighbors?" They walked into the living room, and Francis' smile didn't change at all.

"Please say it again. Have you been to that pavilion before?" Jacqueline ignored his refusal.

Francis raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay. I went in there around six o'clock and it was too crowded - I went next door for a cup of coffee -"

"When?"

"At six-fifteen, you can ask the guy who bought me coffee. His name is Paul," Francis continued impatiently, "and then there's the security change, and the usual evacuation—fifteen minutes, I guess. Then I Queued for 15 minutes, saw the gem—nothing special, like a piece of blue glass—and I left around seven.” He crossed his legs and poured David tea nonchalantly.

"Around seven o'clock?"

"Yes. There were so few people at that time, I guess they all went to eat. I regret that I didn't come in at that time, so I don't have to wait in line." He shrugged.

"How many people are there?"

"Three or four. I went out with two, and the ones who stayed were like two men. Then I went home and watched a Brazil-Germany game.—Damn it, lost!" he showed Make a ferocious angry expression.

Jacqueline started picking her nails impatiently.

"Thank you, your words are very helpful to us." Seeing this, David quickly closed his notebook, "Also, when Thiago Silva and Neymar quit, I knew Brazil was going to lose. "

He walked out of the hall, heard the click of Francis' knuckles, and couldn't help laughing.Jacqueline ran out after him as if relieved.

"It's annoying, isn't it? I bet he's a suspect." She rubbed her hands together irritably.

They walked out the door and it started raining again.David saw the iconic black umbrella in the crowd.

He smiled slightly.

"Farewell." He said, and then walked towards the owner of the black umbrella.

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chapterⅤ

John still had that slightly annoyed look on his face.

"I have evidence against you," he said, arrogantly spinning the umbrella around its tip.

Anger rose from David's heart.Damn, could he not be so childish—or crazy?

"John!" he replied exasperatedly, only to realize suddenly that he had been tricked by the other party - John must be trying to provoke himself - so he laughed, "You crazy!"

Those beautiful red spots loomed just under his neck, and John poked the ground hard with the tip of his umbrella. "That's not—I'm serious. I'm not crazy—" He tugged at David's tie, forcing their faces very close.

"Every lunatic says that." David whispered, barely moving his lips, his tie choking him.

"Oh, you forgot. Because you're crazy too." John's fingers dug into David's shirt, and his golden eyelashes came into unnatural clarity.

Damn.

Everything was going to lead to that - he had to stop it - but it was hard enough to stop himself.

John had always had that defiant look on him, which had stirred up his pent-up spirit of rebellion.He needs to fight back, a successful, terrible, out-of-bounds