I love you, I won't kill you

"Susan, I have analyzed from the statement records provided by your friend to TAU (Threat Assessment Unit), that this stalker may be hiding by your side," Pedro said.

"What do you mean?" Susan asked.

"I mean, Julie and this guy definitely knew each other, but she didn't know this guy was a stalker."

"Okay, how do you want to investigate?"

Lieutenant Inspector Eric Zhou came over, "Please, Arias, this is not appointment time."

Pedro turned to look at him. "Yes, Lieutenant, it's not the appointment time."

"Okay, I have to go to work. I will investigate your friend's case this afternoon." He whispered to Susan again.

"Hmm, call me if you have any results." Susan walked out of the rest area with a smile.

At 4:32 p.m., Pedro stood by the car and said to Eric, "Lieutenant, uh, I'll be back at Parker Center later."

Eric looked at him and shook his head, "Why, do you want to find that girl named Susan?"

"Uh, no. The Whitney team asked me to help her with a stalking case."

"Isn't TAU ​​responsible for the tracking case? Arias, when did you start getting paid at TAU?"

"Lieutenant, I already have the direction of the investigation and the suspects. I promise to only do the investigation, and I will not interfere with other things."

Subsequently, Pedro left the scene of the case investigated with the lieutenant in his black Chevrolet "Tahoe" large SUV, and quickly drove on Wilshire Avenue towards Westwood District.

Come to Strathmore Avenue, southwest of the UCLA campus, and stop in front of Strathmore Regency Apartments.When I got out of the car, I straightened my suit jacket, and after looking up at the four-story student apartment building, I strode forward.

"I'm Detective Arias from LAPD, and you're the manager of the apartment?" Pedro, wearing sunglasses, asked a male young man as he showed his detective ID.

"Hmm. Detective, is there anything I can do for you?" the boy said with a smile.

"Eddie Zhang from the Henry Samueli School of Engineering and Applied Science, does he live here?"

"Well, let me look it up."

The administrator quickly called up the personal information of all the residents in the apartment on the computer, looked up at the police detective, "Uh huh, there is this person here. Uh, what can you do with him?"

Pedro nodded, took off his sunglasses and said relaxedly, "Well, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask him a few questions."

After thinking for a while, the administrator said, "Okay, follow me."

The two came to the last few apartments on the east side of the third floor, and the administrator pointed to one of them, "The person you are looking for lives in this room."

"Well, now, is he in the apartment?"

"Shouldn't be there."

"Oh, open the door, please. I want to go in and see."

The administrator didn't speak, and after taking a look at him, he took out a bunch of keys and opened the door of the apartment.Pedro walked into the apartment and inspected the interior furnishings, then stood at the door and said to him, "Thank you. Um, are there any other students living with him?"

"There used to be one, but it moved out."

"why?"

"I don't know, probably because of Zhang's nickname."

"Nickname?" Pedro asked.

"Detective, most of the students with the best grades in each college of UCLA are from Asia." The administrator replied.

Then he added, "Therefore, other students in the Samueli School of Engineering and Applied Sciences gave Eddie Zhang the nickname 'Examination Machine'."

“Um, the exam machine?! I think the students are doing well on the exam because this guy doesn’t party, doesn’t go to fraternity, doesn’t play football or hockey. Right?” Pedro said analytically.

"Detective, you are right." The administrator nodded.

"Okay. I'll get to you if I need to. Thank you."

"no problem."

Pedro walked into the apartment again, and while keenly observing the various items in the apartment, he put on a pair of blue ultra-thin rubber gloves for investigating crime scenes.

When I approached the desk, I found an open laptop. I tapped the "space" key, and the user's name and the password input field below popped up on the screen.Apparently, Eddie had set a power-on password on the computer when he left.

It is not very difficult to decipher computer passwords.Bring the computer back to the police station, and the civilian staff of the computer technology department can decipher the code within 2 minutes at most.

Of course, if the police want to take away personal belongings, including computers, for investigation, they must first determine that Eddie is a suspect.However, so far, Pedro has no direct or indirect evidence to prove that the Chinese student is a suspect.

Then, he flipped through the various study books, materials and shopping receipts from convenience stores placed on the desk.When he looked towards the space on the left, the wall in front of him was full of photos of young professional women, personal drawings and sketches, except for a mirror in the center.

Pedro believes that Eddie Zhang is suspected of stalking crimes, thanks to the results of his investigation of a flower shop in Westwood District.The owner of the florist told him that in February this year, a Chinese-American student who claimed to be UCLA's School of Engineering and Applied Science came and wanted to work part-time.

After talking with his boss, he learned that the Chinese student's name and appearance fit the victim's description very well.One thing he didn't understand was that every Friday afternoon, the Chinese student would always tell the boss, "Boss, there is a customer who has specified that the ordered flowers should be delivered to the boss before 8:[-] am next Monday. George Decmegene Courthouse in Long Beach."

"Who is this customer? Should the bill be paid by card or cash?" the detective asked the flower shop owner.

"I don't know, the customer didn't leave a signature. The ordered flowers are also paid in cash." The boss said.

"Well, do you have surveillance cameras here?"

"uh-huh."

After repeatedly watching the surveillance video, Pedro has made a judgment in his heart.While tracing the IPs sent to the victim's mailbox, he tracked down the IP address of a UCLA library in Westwood.Therefore, he believed that Eddie Zhang, a Chinese-American student whom Julie knew, had great suspicion and sufficient criminal motives.

"Damn! Is this a fucking joke?" Pedro stared at the large number of photos and sketches of Julie on the wall, quickly took out his phone, and took several photos of these photos and sketches.

"Hey, who are you? How did you get in?" There was a voice behind him.

"I'm a detective from the LAPD. Here's my ID and my sidearm," Pedro said to the speaker as he turned around.

The person who walked into the apartment was Eddie Zhang, the Chinese student he wanted to investigate.Eddie looked at his ID, then at the black, 10mm Glock G20 pistol strapped to his left waist.

"Police detective?! Did I commit any crime?" Eddie was not a Chinese born in the United States. He spent so many years in the United States almost only in school, and he didn't understand the laws of the United States at all.As a result, when he opened his mouth, he set a trap for himself.

"What do you think?" Pedro asked calmly, smiling slightly.

"I...I don't know. This...is a private space, you have no right to enter."

"Oh, personal space? Well, did you know that UCLA has campus security police?"

"Yes... yes. Uh, what do you mean?"

"What I want to tell you is that when the campus security police have a case they can't handle, they usually call the LAPD police to investigate the case. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

From the moment the other party opened his mouth, Pedro could see that the other party's mood was accelerating and tense and restless.If he used some abnormal means, he believed that this Chinese student would recruit anything.

Eddie thought he hadn't committed a crime, but when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the "vicious" look in the other party's eyes, he couldn't help shivering.So calm that he didn't look into the other person's eyes, but looked at the other person's neck, "I...understand."

"Okay. Well, I have a few questions for you."

"Ok."

"Excuse me, who is this lady in the picture on the wall?"

"Who she is has nothing to do with you, it's my private matter."

"Well, private? A lady reported that she was being followed. I suppose it wasn't you?"

"No, I didn't follow her. I knew her from the beginning, why should I follow her?"

In the face of aggressive American plainclothes police detectives, Eddie really made a mistake and put himself into the "trap" of American law step by step.

At this time, he had completely forgotten the proper way to keep silent in front of the police and find a lawyer to protect his rights.

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