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"Chris Wood?"

Joyce repeated the other party's name, but the young man in front of him just stared at him blankly with wide-eyed eyes. The latter's empty eyes made Joyce suddenly have a guess in his heart.

"Did you hear or see voices or figures last night?"

What the police officer got was the silly laughter of the beautiful young man.

"Hee hee hee……"

Calvin smiled at the man in front of him. He controlled the muscles on his face, imitating the expressions of the addicts he had seen at the bottom of society over the years.Those powders and injections can completely destroy a person, both physically and psychologically, and they can easily be reduced to the most marginal dregs of this society.

And the police would be disgusted with such people, but seldom really develop a strict defense against them.

"I didn't hear anything, officer, except my man's screams, hehehe..."

Calvin's accent was vague all the time, perhaps thanks to his life as a bartender in a third-rate bar in those years, he very easily and perfectly imitated the usual speaking tone and vulgar words of those low-level scum.

Sure enough, after hearing Calvin's reply, Officer Joyce's expression changed slightly.

As a police officer, most of the time what he needs is not the answers spoken by the interviewees, but the responses he needs are in the expressions, eyes and movements of those people.As for "Chris Wood," he was, indeed, more beautiful than any star or model Joyce had ever known, but his life was already over.

"Hey baby...do you need some coffee?"

On the contrary, the young man named Virgil, after hearing the vulgar words of "Chris", showed a look of unnaturalness and stiffness on his face at the right time, then he looked at Joyce, and added embarrassingly, "Sorry , we really didn't notice anything last night."

"Because the two of us are... very busy... very happy..."

"Chris" rested his chin on Virgil's shoulder, he smirked with his confused eyes open, and then pulled the collar away forcefully, regardless of his lover's gradually becoming ugly face.

Most of his chest was exposed, and the bones and skin were amazingly beautiful-even Joyce, who had a strong willpower and a very firm sexual orientation, couldn't help his heart beating when he saw the scene in front of him.

The distinct hickey marks spread from the young man's thin shoulders to the neck. The dark imprint formed an unusually sharp contrast with the young man's delicate and pale skin. Even now, it seemed that the hot flashes and desire from last night remained.

"Chris!"

Virgili gave a warning, and quickly pulled "Chris" back by his collar.

But "Chris" winked provocatively at the two police officers on the other side of the sofa indifferently.

"Does the officer want to see anything else?"

His words were still so vulgar, and his tone was even more dissolute and obscene, but his face and body were so alluring that these provocative words had an incredible impact in an instant.

"Cough cough cough-"

Han coughed a few times unpreparedly, sounding like he was choking on saliva.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on the Asian detective.

Facing the eyes of others, he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have a cold recently." After a while, he muttered again in a tone that everyone could hear, "Ah, it's nice to be young. "

Han thus got a warning glance from Joyce, and Virgili blushed slightly.

As for "Chris," Joyce suspects he didn't even hear Han.The actions just now seemed to have exhausted his energy, he kept yawning, his body trembled unconsciously, his eyes wandered, and he looked delirious.As for Virgil, who was sitting next to him... the two police officers would not miss the suppressed anger and embarrassment of this rich man.

Joyce raised his eyebrows and shook his head silently in his heart.

He almost feels sorry for "Chris". In his opinion, that beautiful young man may soon be abandoned by his benefactor.

Then he will go back to his own bottom world, beauty and youth are like roses in a vase, after a short period of freshness, they will quickly wither, and finally turn into dirt and dust.

The experienced and tacit understanding of the two police officers did not spend too much time on Virgil and "Chris". After a short investigation, they quickly left the seaside villa and even refused Virgil's coffee. .

Logically speaking, this routine investigation shouldn't leave any ripples in Joyce's heart, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was wrong until the police car drove far away.

"I don't like that kid."

Han, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke in a gap between traffic lights.

"Who? The one named Chris?"

Joyce glanced at his partner.

The latter's expression became a little weird: "No—it's not Chris, it's that guy named Virgil."

While muttering, Han took out his tablet and re-read the profile of the rich man.

"Why? That guy..." Joyce took a moment to glance at the computer in Han's hand before the green light turned on, "Well, five times speeding...as a member of the Ebbetts family, it's a saint, that guy His parents took good care of him."

"But you still think he's suspicious?"

Joyce asked.

Han's knuckles knocked on the side window of the police car, and a look of confusion and confusion floated across his always casual face: "Suspicious? Maybe, but... I don't know what to say, I don't think he is the same as the guy on the beach. Corpses matter, but that guy makes me feel sick." He held up his hands, rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, "You wouldn't have guessed that my hairs stood on end when I saw him. Actually, that house was also... ..."

Han paused for a moment. What he didn't tell his American partner was that the moment he walked into that house, he felt like his hair was about to explode like a frightened cat.

Aversion to chills, fear and extreme loathing.

All kinds of negative emotions kept churning in his heart. Of course, Han, who had been a police officer for many years, controlled his emotions, but he still felt something was wrong.

"I have to suspect that the place where the two of them lived was a haunted house before, you know, that kind of supernatural sixth sense..."

Han rubbed his eyebrows, and he checked Virgil's background information again—it was still perfect as usual, and he couldn't find any flaws.

"I will find a way to check those two people again."

Joyce said.

Han glanced at him and found that his partner had a serious face.

"Your intuition has always been accurate," Joyce explained after noticing Han's gaze. "By the way, I also think that house is very eerie..."

……

Unbeknownst to Joyce and Han, when they were talking about Virgili and "Chris," the people they were talking about were also talking about them.

"Do you think they'll be suspicious?"

Calvin, who had already gathered his shirt (which had been left hanging loosely on his body in order to project the image of a casual junkie), asked with some concern.

The object of his questioning was of course Virgilius. The green-eyed young man was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding Calvin's chin with one hand, and holding a cleanser full of make-up remover in the other. cotton pads.

"Don't move, let me take that thing off your face first... you mean the two policemen? No, I don't think they will be suspicious, at least they won't think we have anything to do with that murder."

Virgil carefully wiped off Calvin's disguise.

Joyce and Han would never have thought that the breathtaking beauty of "Chris" they saw was actually Calvin's appearance after he tried his best to hide it: just like countless times before, when he knew he had Perhaps when meeting outsiders, Calvin would skillfully use various cosmetics to cover up his overly stunning beauty—but even so, his appearance was still too easy to attract the attention of others.

Thinking of the astonishment that flashed in the eyes of the two police officers when they saw Calvin not long ago, a strong and dark killing intent rose in Virgil's heart.

"I still feel restless. The police officer looked at me a little wrongly—damn it, I should have covered myself up a little more tightly today." Calvin didn't notice the young man who was so close to him. In that unusually dark mood, his thoughts still lingered on Joyce.

"That guy is hard trouble, I can feel it."

Calvin tore off his wig forcefully, he frowned and muttered.

"But we really had nothing to do with the murder... just that body on the beach is enough for the police, they won't notice us."

Virgil said softly.

Of course, he would not tell Calvin that apart from the corpse on the beach, the residents and police in Sunset Town will usher in more corpses and more murders—the things coming out of the "door" are very tricky, But in a sense it also saves Calvin and Virgil.

Thinking of this, Virgil could not help but get closer to Calvin, the latter's pale, vulnerable and worried appearance almost melted the heart of the vicious liar.

"it does not matter."

He cupped Calvin's face, then leaned over.

Virgil's breath became a little hot, Calvin's body became soft involuntarily, almost subconsciously, he narrowed his eyes slightly and his lips tightened slightly - as if his body had automatically prepared for the kiss It's the same as preparing.

But when Vigily came into contact with Calvin, Calvin inexplicably thought of Fogg.

His cold and somewhat blunt attitude, and his dry and restrained kiss...

Before Calvin realized it, he had turned his head to avoid Virgil involuntarily.