night.
Lake ran downstairs to his downstairs neighbor Cassel's house on time to prepare dinner.
Alexis was very happy about Lake's arrival. Of course, where some are happy, others are unhappy. Cassell undoubtedly played the unhappy role.
after all...
Lake is like a sudden third party.
and.
On the dining table.
Lake watched Alexis take out ten dollars and hand it to Cassel with a depressed look on his face. He asked curiously, "Are you guys making a bet?"
Alexis looked at Lake and said, "I bet Dad that Uncle Lake will never make big news on his first day back on the job."
Lake: "…"
For some reason, Lake suddenly felt guilty for betraying trust.
After receiving the ten dollars, Cassel's expression improved. He had become a rich man by writing novels, but he still loved money so much.
What's more, he was cheating a child's money, his own daughter's money.
Lake was ashamed of this.
If he has a daughter, no matter what else, he will definitely make money to send his daughter to the best school, use cheats and spend money on lotteries, haha, cheats are not as important as his own daughter.
In fact.
Lake also has a little cotton-padded jacket, but the situation is a little special.
Alexis looked at the report in the New York Evening Post, blinked, and looked at Lake: "Uncle Lake, the report says that it was because of your pursuit that this person got into a car accident."
Lake shook his head: "I wasn't driving, I was in the passenger seat."
Anyway, he will definitely not take the blame for this.
Besides, it was a large truck that hit the guy, not their police car.
"Is it really because of theft? I heard that the owner of the house died a tragic death."
"Then..."
"Hi hi hi!"
"…"
Lake looked at Cassel who suddenly interrupted their conversation.
Castle's eye twitched: "My daughter doesn't need to know how that man died."
Alexis looked at Cassel and said, "Come on, Dad, you should know that the deaths in your book are not only bizarre but also exaggerated."
"But that's virtual, it's not real."
"…"
Alexis helplessly spread his hands towards Lake: "See, my dad is like this, not as open-minded as Uncle Lake at all."
Lake laughed.
The twitching in the corner of Cassel's eye became more severe.
Just then.
Lake's eyes fell on a report in the newspaper in Alexis's hand and he blinked.
After dinner.
Lake returned home, poured a glass of bourbon from the wine cabinet behind the bar, and then looked at the New York Evening Post on the bar.
Open.
Lake found the news he had just seen in Alexis's hand.
It's the entertainment section of the New York Evening Post.
It tells the story of Tony Stark, a famous New York playboy, who chartered a plane with a dozen beautiful girls to a private island in the Pacific for an entertainment vacation and just returned to New York.
Of course.
That's not the point.
The point is, according to this newspaper, Tony Stark was already on the private island on Christmas Eve, and was only spotted at the New York airport now.
So here comes the question.
If Tony Stark was on a private island, then who was the Tony Stark who attended the NYPD fundraiser?
A stand-in?
Lake frowned.
Brooklyn!
Detective Joe Martinez was having dinner at her home with her husband, John Martinez.
John Martinez is an interior designer and is quite famous in New York. He has always been proud that his wife is a New York detective.
This is also the reason why the two have been married for almost two years but Joe has not yet had a child. According to Joe, she hopes to become a New York detective before the child is born.
After dinner.
Jo returned to her study and looked through the files she had brought back from the New York Police Department, intending to start from the beginning to see if she had missed anything.
Now all the clues seem to have reached a dead end.
The federal agent who was involved in the case of Howard and his wife Stark died half a month after the interview. Now, the only person who might know the name of the child at the scene has also died by coincidence.
Joe didn't believe it was a coincidence.
There must be a huge conspiracy behind this.
and...
Jo thought back to her conversation with Lake.
"Did you send this tape to the FBI?"
"Um."
Joe frowned. Could it be that, as Lake thought, the FBI was involved in the murder conspiracy against Howard Stark and his wife?
Just then.
Knock knock!
Jo came back to her senses and looked at her husband John who was standing at the door of the study.
John raised a small package in his hand and said, "I forgot to tell you just now that a package for you arrived in the mail this afternoon."
pack?
Joe stood up and kissed John: "I don't remember buying anything."
John shrugged and handed the package to Joe: "Anyway, the recipient is you. I will leave it at the door when I come back this afternoon."
"Yeah?"
"Um."
Joe looked at the package in his hand and frowned. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said to John, "My new evidence."
Said.
Joe hurried to the desk, looking for something like a paper cutter.
Seeing this, John shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother to ask anything. He turned and walked towards the living room. There was a live football show tonight and John didn't want to miss it.
Chi La.
In the study, Joe opened the package with a paper cutter and saw a red mobile USB flash drive quietly placed in the package.
Could this be...
Suddenly, something seemed to come to Joe's mind.
Three minutes later.
Joe connected the blue USB flash drive to the computer.
Open.
A video format file appeared in the USB drive.
Qiao looked at the lonely file in the USB drive, silently prayed "God bless you" in his heart, and then chose to play.
The video file is pitch black.
Only dialogue.
and...
It seems to be a sequel to the video sent to the email.
"...Mr. Ralph, do you remember the boy's name?"
"Know."
"Call..."
Buzz!
Joe's eyes went dark in an instant, not because the scene ended, but because the power went out.
"John."
Qiao stood up and walked outside in the moonlight, calling her husband's name downstairs.
Just then.
"Hi! Who are you..."
"puff!"
"Bang!"
The moment Joe heard the gunshot downstairs, his eyes narrowed and his hand reached for his waist.
but...
I touched nothing.
Only then did Joe remember that he would take down his gun and put it back in the bedroom after returning home.
Shit.
Joe quickly returned to the study, put away the blue USB drive, and then prepared to go back to the bedroom to get the gun.
Just at the moment of going out.
Joe paused.
"puff!"
"…"
Okay, the groundwork is over, and the explosion will begin tomorrow... It's a new week, and I'm asking for recommendations, collections, rewards, support, and everything. Thank you, my friends!