According to the plan, Liu Jinpeng accompanied Liu Mei to meet private detectives the next morning. This private detective agency is located in the alley of West Hollywood. It is a mansion that looks quite old. From the appearance, it should have been built by the French. The white wooden window lattices look very American, but the slender window shape and overall elongated style show the unique characteristics of Gothic architecture.

Unlike the Rococo style that Americans like, Gothic architecture is not very suitable for living. The slender lighting port leads to insufficient indoor light, and the narrow living room conflicts with the American hospitality nature. When Liu Jinpeng accompanied Liu Mei into the detective agency, the other party could only entertain them in the wider hall. If you want to talk about something important or if other guests come, then go to the living room.

Liu Mei wore wide sunglasses today, with a thin layer of pink lipstick on her lips, and a white face, blushing lips, black sunglasses. The strong contrast gives people another thrilling beauty. Liu Jinpeng didn't dress up much today, and as long as no one cares about him, he will soon become an unkempt guy. Liu Mei has already planned to give him a good job tomorrow or afternoon, so she will let him go today.

The detective who received them was named Horus, and he knew it was a pseudonym and the name of the Egyptian gods. The detective was about in his early forties, with two silences and bright blue eyes, and seemed to be more like a playboy than a private detective.

Horus asked the two to sit down, then spread a notepad, and said routinely: "According to the request of the client, we investigated several places where the deceased had visited during his lifetime, and did not get any effective information. The harvest of her family had been reported last time. There is a situation that should be clearly stated to you. While we investigated the cause of the deceased's death, a group of people were doing the same."

Liu Mei raised her spirits, and Horus continued: "I investigated privately. This group of people should be our colleagues from the capital of Massachusetts. Their employers are not clear yet. But their methods are too rough. In my opinion, it doesn't seem to be trying to find out anything, but it seems to be trying to cover up something."

"That's all?" Liu Mei was quite dissatisfied. She didn't think that this information was worth her paying a lot of money.

"In fact," Horus uh, "we also received a warning to not meddle in other people's business. I tried to ignore it. But soon a guy was hit by a car, and now he is still lying in the hospital and he is not sure about his life or death, so I can't continue to check it anymore. I'm sorry."

Liu Mei felt very disappointed, and she muttered, "If I had known this, I would have been better off looking for a gangster. You are so disappointing."

Horus lowered his head, as if ashamed of his retreat, but he quickly raised his head, tore off a piece of paper and handed it over, "This is the only thing I can do. By the way, please don't forget to pay the bill."

Liu Mei grabbed the paper and left. She didn't want to stay here for a minute. She was so bored. She actually hired a group of ghastly without gha. Liu Jinpeng could understand Horus's difficulties. Anyway, she was just making a living, so why bother to take her life? After coming out of the alley, Liu Mei complained and walked towards Yang Lan across the street. At this moment, an unlicensed car rushed out of the corner of the street and rushed straight towards this side.

Lin Lin, who was following Liu Jinpeng, discovered first. She reached out and tapped the tires of the car. The colorless laser immediately destroyed the tires. The car was tilted and hit the lamppost on the side of the road. The driver was in a hurry to avoid the ubiquitous airbags, but found that he had forgotten to untie the seat belt. After he struggled to untie the seat belt, he found that a beautiful woman had already stood at the door of the car.

Eva didn't talk much nonsense, she directly opened the car door, poked the airbag, took the driver out of her seat and threw it on the street. The poor guy hit the ground with his elbows and shrank back in horror. Unfortunately, the American police were too dedicated and rushed to the scene soon and quickly took over the situation.

Liu Jinpeng and Liu Mei knew very well what the driver wanted to do, but this guy refused to admit it. He only said that it was a mechanical failure and could not stop. The police hoped that Eva would also go to the police station to record her confession, but after Liu Mei made a few calls, she became a cooperating with the police investigation at any time, and she didn't have to go.

After this incident, Liu Mei also realized that Horus's investigation of Rosa must have been followed. After several people got in the car, she took out the piece of paper with a few crooked lines of words on it: If you want to know the details, make this phone number. There is a phone number below, which looks like a phone call in Los Angeles.

Liu Mei looked at Liu Jinpeng, and this guy also realized the complexity of the matter. It seemed that Rosa's death must have involved many amazing inside stories. However, the phone number must be called. It is still early and I didn't go to pick up the person with Lydia until the afternoon, so Liu Jinpeng asked Lin Lin to dial the phone number.

The phone rang for a long time but no one answered it. Just as Lin Lin was about to hang up, a guy who was muttering a little answered the phone and said, "Who are you looking for? What's the matter?"

Lin Lin said calmly: "Horus asked me to come."

The other side immediately became nervous, and he could hear his breathing sound in the microphone. After waiting for a while, he said, "You will come to No. 87 West Compton Street within 20 minutes, and it will be out of date." After that, he hung up the phone.

"West Compton Street?" Liu Mei was surprised. "The Pilot Technology I used to do was only one street away from there. There are many bars and coffee shops on West Compton Street. I had lunch there before. I guess it should be a shop on the 87th."

As it turned out, she was right. No. 87 West Compton Street is a cake shop, but this shop also operates retail in addition to takeout. It has a row of train seats against the wall to provide customers with various drinks and snacks. Lin Lin turned on the communicator so that Liu Jinpeng could hear what she heard from her watch, and then she walked into the cake shop alone.

In the innermost corner, there was a man holding a newspaper to cover his face. The man poked a hole in the newspaper and secretly observed the situation outside. Lin Lin found that there was almost no one in the store, and the only person was hiding in the corner, so he walked over and asked, "20 minutes?"

The man put down the newspaper. He was a bald man with a flustered look. He had a red rosacea nose. His eyes were drooping severely. His eyes were like glass beads coated with soy sauce, turbid and unconscious. He shrewd nervously, even though there were actually no other customers in the cake shop, only a waiter was doing nothing behind the counter reading the newspaper.

"Listen, if you want to know that, you must give me the money you agreed upon in advance." Rosacea spoke very directly. He was probably the neurotic type, and he kept looking around while talking.

"How much?" Lin Lin didn't mind paying for information, which was what Liu Jinpeng estimated.

Rosacea was a little surprised, his body shrank back a little, and asked dumbly: "Are you not Horus's one?"

Lin Lin didn't have the heart to talk nonsense to him, but Liu Jinpeng reminded her, so she said impatiently: "I am his employer."

Rosacea said oh, he understood Horus's concerns. It seemed that he had given up on this job, but the employer refused to stop. After thinking it through, Rosacea laughed dryly, leaned over on the table, and said mysteriously: "We agreed to be one million dollars."

Lin Lin simply took out a hundred dollars and threw them on the table, crossed his hands and said, "The answer."

Rosacea swallowed and looked at the Franklin on the table. The bald scientist seemed to be mocking the same bald rosacea. He said a little cringely: "It's a million dollars, not a hundred dollars."

Lin Lin didn't move: "Answer."

Rosacea laughed dryly again, but stopped talking, and picked up the newspaper on his own, meaning to send him off. Lin Lin stood up, picked up the ashtray from the table, and pressed it on the head of the rosacea without saying a word. The red liquid immediately flowed down from the bald head. Lin Lin threw the broken glass ashtray to the ground, reached out to grab the collar of the rosacea, dragged it to the sink next to him, and pressed his head in without hesitation.

A miserable howl.

Liu Jinpeng turned off the call of his watch quietly. Liu Mei was stunned. Is Lin Lin an iron-faced killer? She was so cold-blooded and ruthless. She suddenly thought of a terrible thing. If Liu Jinpeng encounters misfortune one day, Lin Lin might let all humans bury him without hesitation. This is not impossible. Judging from today's situation, in addition to being polite to Liu Jinpeng, Lin Lin despises all humans in his bones.

In the cake shop, the only waiter was already hiding behind the counter and was busy calling the police. But when he was about to press the last button, Lin Lin stretched out one hand and directly slapped the phone into the table. The waiter's tongue immediately spit out and couldn't shrink back. The tabletop of the dining table was made of stainless steel. The boss bought it at a high price. It was not a fake one.

Because Lin Lin went to shoot the phone, Rosacea had the opportunity to escape from the boiling water hell. He hid in the corner with tears in his eyes and cried: "I said! I said! I said everything! Stop torture me anymore!"

Lin Lin slowly sorted out the lace edges under the puff sleeves, and asked leisurely: "Answer."

Rosacea was gasping for breath. His head was now blistered, and it hurt so much if he didn't touch it, but he didn't dare to complain anymore. He had never seen such an unreasonable woman. His hand that was squeezing his neck just now was like a steel hoop, and he could break his neck at any time. "Rosa is a traitor who is traitor!" Rosacea threw out an amazing news, but Lin Lin was unmoved, as if the news had nothing to do with her.

Rosacea was silent for a while. When Lin Lin took down the hand that was forked in front of his chest, he immediately shouted like a pig: "Don't! I said! Rosa colluded with outsiders and stole the parade. I didn't know the method she used at that time, but later she felt that it was not safe to keep her, so she killed her. I asked for money to escape, not intentionally blackmail you."

Lin Lin asked the last question: "Who?"

Rosacea knew that she was asking the outsider, swallowed and said, "It's the Boston Consortium."
Chapter completed!