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There are many doubts about Simon Pearson's identity, which Brandon has noticed a long time ago.

When he was still in the city police department, he had known Simon's name on the list of most wanted criminals.This is also the reason why he was a little horrified when he saw Simon for the first time—he didn't expect that this guy who had repeatedly committed serious crimes would have the courage not to change his name.

Therefore, according to Simon's illustrious case history, at first Brandon also suspected that Simon was responsible for those murders.Therefore, he has been to Simon's "Little World" a few times, and also knows about the eccentric collections that are not well known.However, due to the old problem of suspicion and misgiving, Brandon did not intend to reveal his guilt immediately. He just suppressed his doubts and continued to collect information, hoping to get it right once.Until the end, Simon proved by death that all his efforts were in vain.

People are dead, but the truth is still to be clarified.After Simon's death, the suspect's hat was transferred to Allen's head again - at least anyone with a discerning eye could see that Simon's death had absolutely something to do with Allen, who was the only one present.And according to the inspection report provided by Peter, the leather surface of Simon's severed neck has the same finger outline as Alan's.At the same time, the forensic doctor also judged that based on the angle of Allen on the bed at that time, there was indeed a great probability of creating the trajectory of the wound.

Even so, there are some doubts about these assumptions.For example, they also detected that Alan, who was in a comatose state at the time, was actually injected with drugs such as relaxants and sleeping pills.And the dose is so high that Allen shouldn't have the slightest chance of resisting, let alone killing an adult male.Brandon was puzzled by all kinds of contradictions, and it was even more difficult to figure out the clues.

Two days have passed since that unpleasant conversation.The past two days have not been easy for the two of them.At least Brandon could clearly perceive Allen's dissatisfaction, because he never saw food other than poached eggs on the table.And from Brandon's pale face, we can know that this will be the most powerful counterattack in Chef Allen's history.

Therefore, whether it is because of the exhausted taste that has not been used for a long time, or to deceive the old hatred of the previous dynasty, Brandon decided to take a step back and take the initiative to show his favor.So on this day, he worked very hard. First, he spent some time tidying up the bedroom to ensure that the smell of tobacco and alcohol would no longer linger in it. Then, while Alan was out buying olive oil, he used the "destroying corpse" learned from the police academy. The cleaning method of "elimination of traces" cleans up the whole house.

Perhaps because he is particularly satisfied with his efficiency, Brandon, who has overinflated self-confidence, seems to have begun to mistakenly believe that he is omnipotent.

So after throwing out the garbage, he glanced sharply aside and looked at the boiler in the kitchen—as far as he could remember, Alan's usual appearance of cooking seemed to be quite easy?He rubbed his chin and thought: Since he is such a genius, it shouldn't be difficult to make a decent dinner.

So, that's why when Alan came home, he saw the mess in the kitchen.

Refrigerators are emptied and waste ingredients spill out of trash cans.He couldn't believe it at all, the scorched and broken copper and iron in the sink were actually his good kitchen companions who had been with him for a long time!Combined with the scrambled eggs on the table, Allen can roughly guess the cause of the chaos.But the most irritating thing is not only these, the hateful thing is that the goddamn culprit who created everything is still sitting leisurely at the table, feeling good and ready to claim credit?Let alone anything else, should the plate of scrambled eggs on the table be green?

"Brandon, god damn it... what good did you do again!" Allen said with his head down, with blue veins floating on his forehead covered by brown hair.

Of course, Brandon, who was indulging in his own world, didn't notice Alan's anger, and only put on an expression of "I knew you had this question", and responded happily: "It's nothing, I always show extremely high talents in all aspects. ' he said haughtily, pushing the scrambled egg forward.He thought Allen was complimenting him.He is used to everyone's appreciation, and this time is no exception.

But Brandon was clearly thinking in the wrong direction.Not only did Alan not intend to praise him, he simply wanted to tear him apart.He stared at Brandon, thinking that he had had enough of this narcissist, troublemaker, life idiot who did nothing but mess up his own life!

Finally, feeling the fierce gaze cast by Allen, Brandon, no matter how dull he was, could feel that the gratitude or relief that seemed to be different from what he had expected.What's more, he is not a dull person, and he soon found that he had caused a catastrophe.At this moment, just in time, in the quiet and stagnant atmosphere, a fly leisurely landed on the plate of strange green scrambled eggs.The two of them watched it take a slow bite, and soon, unable to fly anymore, its wings fluttered twice, and it fell to the side of the plate and twitched in pain.

Suddenly, Allen's eyes were sharp as a blade, and he shot at someone's little heart again.

Seeing the other party's ferocious expression, Brandon blinked his eyes. "Uh, let me treat you to dinner tonight!" He said, choosing to pretend to be innocent, with a slightly embarrassed smile.He knew very well that if he didn't get back his position, he might not even want to eat poached eggs in the next few days!

But with Brandon's casual and sloppy living habits and narrow circle of friends, he pondered over and over again, and brought Alan to Mr. Bull's site, which was also the place where the two met for the first time: the White Cedar Bar .

Hearing this proposal, Allen, who has been there twice, knows very well that the bar menu does not actually provide any formal meals, only some simple appetizers.But Brandon seems very confident that with his friendship with Mr. Bull, he can definitely get a few slices of pizza to satisfy his hunger.Allen couldn't resist him no matter what. Although he didn't comment, he still gave Brandon one last chance to save him-of course, the coke-shaped pots and utensils at home were only placed temporarily, and they still had to be cleaned later.

Mr. Bull's hotel is some distance from the dormitory, and it takes more than 20 minutes to walk there from the school.Therefore, in order to express his sincere apology, Brandon rarely thoughtfully stopped a taxi.The two sat in the car, watching the night-covered street scene outside the window, chatting occasionally, and the atmosphere became less stagnant after a few minutes.

This is the No.14 day of the Christmas holiday, and it is already mid-January, which is not yet the time when the north officially picks up.Sparse snowflakes are falling in the gloomy sky, and the hazy moonlight is reflected on it, glowing with blue fluorescent light.They are floating in the air, and at first glance, they have a strange and magical quality.

When passing a street corner, Allen suddenly stopped the driver. "Hey! Sir, please pull over for a while!" The driver was so frightened that he turned the steering wheel to the left and braked sharply.As soon as the wheels stopped, Allen immediately opened the door and walked back.Brandon, who was left in the car without knowing it, frowned and looked back.

I saw a girl sitting on the doorstep seven meters away.She has beautiful blonde hair that grows almost to cover her entire body and expression.The thin figure is only wearing a thin white dress, and the appearance of bowing his head and hugging his knees looks very pitiful.Allen was taking off his coat and covering her.He seemed to say something to her, but she didn't accept it, threw the coat back to Allen, turned around and ran away again.Allen stood there for a while looking at her back, and then walked towards the car after a long while.

Brandon wasn't sure about Alan's relationship with the girl, and didn't want to ask.He originally thought that with Alan's withdrawn personality, it might be difficult to take the initiative to talk about this matter.Unexpectedly, Allen took the initiative to speak. "That's Mr. Bull's daughter, a student at our school," he explained.He raised his coat and put it on again in the narrow space.

"Oh... Maybe we'll have to tell Bull later to persuade her to go home. After all, there aren't even street lights around, and it's dangerous to ask a girl to walk at night." Brandon replied.He was a little surprised that Allen took the initiative to be honest with him.But obviously, Allen still didn't have the habit of explaining his words, and he didn't answer. He just turned his head and looked out of the window silently.Brandon sighed and said no more.

When he arrived at the bar, Mr. Bull was turning a white square to wipe the glasses.

According to Allen's observation, Bull seems to have an unusual insistence on these details. Even if Allen is the only one in the audience (Brandon's guy who doesn't have half an artistic cell is naturally not counted), Bull still plays those tricks perfectly. .No matter how many times I watch it, it's always like a dream.

So for a while, Allen was a little dumbfounded.He recalled that when he first visited here, he was sitting in front of the bar watching Mr. Bull's performance as he is now.Accompanying him at that time was Simon Pearson.I still remember that my mood at that time was not as relaxed as it is now. I only knew how to avoid Simon's gaze, stared at Mr. Bull with a frown, and almost missed an interesting talk.

Then he remembered that at the same time they had also talked of Lydia—Mr. Bull's only daughter, a lively, lovely girl, and a third-year student in Simon's class.But on the way to the bar just now, Allen saw her squatting on the side of the street looking extremely hesitant.There were bruises on her face and red marks of unknown origin on her neck...

At this time, Allen suddenly felt his shoulders sink. "Hey Bull, how's Lydia doing?" Brandon sat on his right shoulder over his shoulder.From Allen's point of view, he could just see Brandon's side face, with a smile on his lips, with a very natural attitude, as if he was really just asking casually.But Allen remembered his former identity-a policeman who had received systematic training and was familiar with all torture techniques.He suspected that Brandon was talking to Bull.

Thinking of this, Allen vaguely noticed something—for example, did Brandon really choose to live in his residence because he had nowhere to go?Thinking about it now, with Brandon's ability and means, it shouldn't be difficult to get a temporary residence.Combined with Brandon's past misdeeds, he wasn't sure if the Brandon he knew would only see the part he was willing to show.

It was only then that Allen realized that he could no longer see what Brandon was hiding under the surface of the sea.Occasionally he even couldn't help but wonder if all Brandon's behavior in front of him would be the same as what he was doing now, just a purposeful and realistic performance?Just like what Peter who came to visit during the hospitalization did, all the seemingly coincidental actions are actually just seamless arrangements?

Hearing Brandon's question, Bull gave a pause for wiping the cup. "Oh, she went to the capital to play with her friends." He said, and put down the cup in his hand, changed to another one, and continued to turn the square cloth to wipe.His movements are so smooth, and the speed at this time is so fast that it makes people dizzy.As if, he just wanted to use this to cover up the panic in his eyes.

So not only Brandon, but even Allen, who has no interrogation education, can easily see the weirdness of Bull... After all, Allen just met Lydia on the road, and Bull's words are not true. Self-defeating.Allen suddenly remembered that when he persuaded Lydia to go home and rest quickly, the expression on her pale face hesitated to speak, and there was an unconcealable panic deep in her eyes.

This made Allen wonder secretly: Is Lydia really unwilling to go home, or is she afraid of the people she might encounter after returning home?