Ex-boyfriends are gods

"Let's go." Stephen came up and patted Al's shoulder at this moment, "I can't stay here anymore, the air smells like blood."

Al agrees with this point, not to mention Beecher Gerrard's head that has been decaying all the time, even Rosser has killed and dismembered so many victims here, this place naturally shows a sense of depression.

The kidnapping these days made Al feel exhausted. He should have gone to the police station first, but Stephen stopped the actions of other detectives and offered that Al could go back to rest first.It won't be too late for him to go to the police station after breakfast tomorrow.

Coming out of the underground church, the air in the fog city is filled with the coldness of winter.Suddenly Al shuddered, but the cold also made his tired spirit sober.

Doctor Doyle has already called a rickshaw, "Mr. Al, you should go back to rest early."

Even though Doyle also experienced a dangerous murder, he seems to be in a better mental state than Al, and still maintains a gentleman's decency.

"Thank you, I'm really tired and I need to have a good night's rest."

During this period of time, there was hardly any peace, and I went all the way back to the residential area of ​​Boss Street.When Al opened the door tiredly, he saw that Morrie was lazily sitting on the shabby sofa, and the little white cat curled up and slept in one of his changes of clothes.

"Why are you here?"

"Guess, sweetheart." Morrie stood up from the sofa with a yuppie smile, casually entered the kitchen like his own home, and quickly brought out some freshly prepared food for Al.

"I think you need a good meal now, then a hot bath and a good night's sleep."

Thinking of Warwick's death and the tragedy of the underground church, Al didn't have much appetite.But the exhausted energy still told him that he was really hungry.

Morrie's craftsmanship is not top-notch, but his workmanship is not bad either. As a person who eats for free and does not do anything, Al has never been picky.

"How did you get in?"

Goofy... Morrie pulled a chair closer to Al, and he sat upside down on it, his chin resting a little on the chair.But from Al's point of view, because he is too tall, he is very rickety at the moment, so this posture should not be very comfortable.

Morrie's eyebrows and eyes have always been a bit of a ferocious hunting beast, but when he relaxes his mouth and smiles, his whole person shows a lazy and casual look.

At this moment, he took out a piece of dark chocolate from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, and said with a vague smile, "Your spare key is stuffed under a stone at the door, I know."

Al glanced at him as he sipped the soup Morrie had prepared.

Morrie held up a finger and shook it, "Sweetheart, are you thinking of changing the place to put the spare key now?"

Al gave him a blank look, and made jokes with Morrie so much that it really eased his heavy heart a lot.

"Before I went to the Police Department, I wanted to tell you about Warwick, but Stephen said that you found some clues and left. What did you find?"

"This." Morrie suddenly touched his pocket, and a silver cross necklace fell from his palm, "Do you remember?"

Al shook his head puzzled.

Morrie put the necklace in his palm, and Al noticed that one side of the cross was engraved with a simple image of a victim, and on the back was a character - Becher.

"Beecher." Al subconsciously recalled it, and immediately thought of Beecher Gerrard.To be honest, this sanctimonious priest is the source of all evil.

"Yes, you're right." Morrie withdrew the necklace, such a sinful thing, he didn't want Al to touch it too much, "This is Beecher Gerald's necklace, but I was in Doctor Doyle office saw it.

There was no clue about this case before, and when I accidentally looked through the existing case materials, I accidentally saw a copy of Beecher Gerrard's signature.

Just to be on the safe side, I went to Beecher Gerald's house to ask his family for some of his autographs.It's just that when I returned to Dr. Doyle, you had already left. "

Al noticed that it might be because of Gerald's own writing habits that the final landing point of each letter of 'Becher' would always be aggravated. Except for deliberate imitation, the same handwriting can be found by careful comparison.

"Rother killed Gerald, somehow the necklace was given to Warwick, and Warwick gave it to his respected Doctor Doyle?"

"Who knows." Morrie put the necklace back in his pocket casually, and he will take the necklace to the police department as evidence when he returns later.

In this regard, Al still admires Morrie.His memory is quite good, and he can remember almost everything he met once.No wonder Stephen has always been displeased with Morrie's style of doing things, but when it comes to important things, Stephen has never said that Morrie can't do it.

But when it comes to the case now, Al loses his appetite.

Probably seeing the owner came back, the little white cat is not as lazy as before, but has become lively again, and occasionally scratches the sofa.Morrie stretched out one foot to gently rub against the little white cat's feed. The little white cat meowed a few times, but it didn't make him too affectionate.

"You were screaming so hard just now, if I hadn't come in to shovel shit and feed you, how could you be so comfortable now?" Morrie raised his eyebrows, his tone tinged with a smile.

As soon as he entered the door, Al noticed that the little white cat's box, food bowl, etc. were very clean, and the room was not too messy. Morrie should have helped him clean it up.

Seeing that Morrie had no intention of leaving, Al yawned and walked upstairs.

"If you leave, close the door for me."

Morrie's index finger and middle finger were close together, and he passed Al's eyes in a very naughty moment, attracting Al's full attention, so he took out a piece of chocolate and put it in Al's palm.

"Go to bed, I won't show up downstairs for anything."

This time, Al fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, Al found that it was already noon the next day.After washing up and going downstairs, the damp and cold fog hardly let out the sun. The sun was projected from the glass downstairs, and the little white cat was basking in the sun.

Morrie had left, but Al noticed that his kitchen was well stocked and easily accessible by Morrie.Al took two slices of bread, and when he returned to the living room, he found an envelope stuffed by the door, and he didn't know when it was there.

But as soon as Al picked up the envelope, he knew it. The word 'Smith' was written on the front of the envelope, which should be Rosser Smith's parents.

He was entrusted by the Smiths to investigate this matter before, but now everything has come to an end. I am afraid that the Smiths already know that their son is still alive, but their son has become a cruel murderer in this case. They don't know whether the ending is good or bad for them.

Opening the envelope, Al found two hundred pounds inside.

This is the reward given to him by the Smiths, but it is estimated that because of Rosser's matter, they are not willing to meet Al now at all.

After brunch, Al wasn't free. He still had to go to the Police Department to take notes, and then the case would be considered to be truly over.

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