Cinephile hustle

"...you're welcome, I'll send Eng Norman's address to your phone. Good luck, Agent."

Ian drove to the Blizzard Freezing Company.This company provides frozen freight services.

Eng Norman most likely used his van to freeze Adam.

Ian informed the company supervisor of his identity, and the supervisor told him that Eng Norman was sleeping in the lounge, and that he would change shifts and drive the truck to Alaska in three hours.

Ian took out his pistol, loaded it, and several New York policemen followed behind him.

The supervisor opened the door of the break room and shouted, "Enger Norman!"

A big man lying on the bed got up, "What's the matter—"

After confirming the identity of the suspect, Ian quickly entered, and Eng tried to resist, but few people were Ian's opponents. In less than three seconds, Ian pressed his knees on the sofa and handcuffed him.

Eng Norman was brought into the interrogation room, and the work efficiency of "Little Fool" Finn obviously exceeded Ian's expectations.

In just two hours, from Engel's birth to this world to his failed grades in school, all the documents were compiled and sent to Ian's mailbox.

Ian was not in a hurry to interrogate Eng Norman, but quickly browsed through the information from beginning to end.He may not have graduated from an Ivy League school like Haley, but he also has an excellent memory and the ability to select key information.

At some point, Haley stood behind him.

Ian glanced back at him, "Are you here?"

"Well, here I am. I just finished my shooting test." Hailey squinted and smiled. "Guess how it turned out?"

"Is there any need to guess? Unless you don't want to be my partner anymore."

"So you trust me, right? You want to give me your back."

"So if I fail, the price I pay is my life. Are you satisfied?"

Hailey nodded, "I like this answer. I heard you caught a big, stupid Eng Norman driving a refrigerated truck?" Hailey leaned against the computer, looked at Ian, and didn't mention Ian throwing him down. The thing he left.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you've caught the right man? He doesn't seem that smart. Can an idiot who leaves fingerprints on envelope seals really do such a complicated murder without leaving any traces?"

"Ask him and you'll know."

Ian got up and walked into the interrogation room.Haley followed him in with his pockets in his pocket.

Eng Norman looked very nervous.He kept pressing his fingers, and the anxiety in his eyes was obvious.

"Mr. Norman, I think you should know why we brought you here." Ian's voice was cold, with a slight sense of oppression, but there was no threat.

Eng Norman swallowed, and said with force of composure: "I know my rights! I want a lawyer! I won't say a word until the lawyer comes!"

Ian frowned and was thinking about how to get Engel to speak, but Hailey said with a smile: "If the lawyers come, they will tell you not to answer this, then don't answer, you won't know Mr. Charter is right Are you satisfied with your work. You admire Mr. Chater, don't you?"

Engel Norman almost blurted out: "Mr. Charter...does he know? Is he satisfied with my work?"

Haili smiled and glanced at Ian, as if to say: Look at his IQ, can he really kill people?

"Hey! Don't keep talking!"

"Well, before I tell you what Mr. Charter thinks, tell me, did you send this letter to Mr. Charter?"

Eng Norman nodded.

"According to our information, you once studied at the University of the Arts in New York for a year, and then had to drop out because the tuition was too expensive, right?"

"Yes."

"How did you know Mr. Charter?"

"I went to one of his professor's lectures. The lecture was very big, with nearly 1000 people! Not only the art students in New York, many students from Europe and Asia came to listen! He has a unique artistic thinking and Perspective! His thoughts are very free and open! His paintings are very charming!" When Engel Norman mentioned Van Chart, he looked extremely excited, and his eyes were completely different from the dull look just now.

Haley elbowed Ian.

Ian knew all too well what the bastard was thinking.Haley is usually the good guy who lures the other person to talk and shows understanding, and he only needs to be downright evil.

"So when you learned that Mr Chater had cancer, you sent him flowers, you wrote him, but you didn't hear back from him, and he moved, and to keep in touch with him, you just In the form of his paintings, he starts murdering everyone who displeases him! Like Adam, the insurance salesman who disturbs his life, Amanda, the art dealer who disagrees with him! And Wendell, the veteran art critic! Yes or no!"

Ian's voice was not fierce, but his tone gradually became higher, completely deterring Engel Norman.

He looked at Ian in amazement, and shook his head vigorously, "I don't! I really don't! I just like Fan Chart! Just like all fans! I can't kill people for my idol!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Ian glanced at his mobile phone. It was the latest news from "Little Fool" Fein, "You were involved in all three murders. The first one was Adam, an insurance salesman. Our forensics staff found Adam's hair in your truck, and a circular mark left by a gasoline drum on the floor of the truck. You know Adam was trapped in the oil drum and froze to death! Two, the murder of art dealer Amanda, whose body you transported into Cavendish Park on a trolley in a van! The third, the murder of art critic Wendell, we found a black The curtain, it was originally used to cover Wendell who was hanging on the roof. Guess what we found on the curtain? In addition to Wendell's hair, there is also your hair! And in the hotel's surveillance video Here, it was you who entered the hotel conference room in your bell boy's clothes and brought out the curtain! Whoever carried out these three murders must have known a lot about van Charter's paintings. Guess what we have at the Griffin Gallery What did you see in the surveillance? You visited Van Chart’s works three times! Each time you stayed in front of his paintings for nearly an hour! You remember the details of each of his paintings clearly, yes Right? Even the best lawyers can't help you win these three murders!"

"No! No! I didn't kill! I didn't kill! I did Mr. Van Chart a little favor! I didn't kill!"

Engel suddenly panicked.

Under the interrogation table, Ian's fingers trembled slightly.

Haili next to him suddenly held his hand, and slowly inserted his fingers between Ian's, kneading gently, as if to appease, more like a show off.

As if to say: Look, I told you, this idiot can't be the murderer.

Ian took a breath, and said coldly: "What's going on, you'd better explain everything while you still have the opportunity to petition."

"I can't say...I can't say...if I do...he won't be happy..."

Engel murmured and lowered his head.

According to the information provided by Fein, Engel was injured in the head by a drawing board falling from a height when he was in his freshman year, and was admitted to the hospital.After being discharged from the hospital, his intelligence level was obviously not as good as before, and he was out of tune with the teachers and students of the school, which was one of the reasons why he dropped out of school.

People like him are simple and persistent.

Hailey tapped lightly on the table with his finger.

"Enger, look at me, do you think Mr. Van Charter will like what you have done?" Haley put the photos of the three victims on the table one by one, "Mr. Charter thought This is pure murder, and has nothing to do with art. This Mrs. Wendell, she is the woman Mr. Charter has always loved. Someone killed her, in the form of "Flying Stars." Mr. Charter is very sad, If you are truly a sincere admirer of Mr Charter, now is the time to tell us all you know."

Engel's voice trembled, and tears almost fell from his eyes.

"There was a man who approached me ... and asked me if I was a supporter of Mr Chater. I said, of course I am, I always have been. He told me Mr Chater needed my help and Mr Chater also Will give me back. The first time, he said he would pay my company to drive out the refrigerated van, but there was no cargo, he just needed to borrow my van and return it in three days. Then, I got A copy of Mr Charter's Light, Shade and Colour, with his signature on it!"

"And what about Amanda?"

"Amanda...God!" Engel covered his eyes with his hands, "I didn't know it was a person, I thought it was a cement sculpture! That man found me again that night, and he asked me to take this cement sculpture The statue was sent to the lawn of Cavendish Park as a tribute to Mr Van Chart!"

"Even if you didn't know it was a dead body at the time, you should understand after reading the news. Why didn't you report it to the police?" Haili asked softly.

Engel shook his head vigorously, "The next morning, I drove to Las Vegas to deliver the goods. I was on the road and didn't pay attention to any news at all!"

"Then that person asked you to pretend to be a hotel staff and take down the curtain in the meeting room?"

Engel nodded, "He asked me to take down the curtain, put it in the dining car, push it into the aisle and leave. After an hour, come back and return the curtain."

Haili looked at Ian with a smile, and Ian knew that they were getting closer to the truth.

"Do you remember the face of the man who asked you to do something?"

Engel shook his head, "He was wearing a hat with the brim pushed down very low. I only remember his accent...It's British pronunciation..."

"Enge, can you lend us that book? We promise to return it to you," Hailey said.

Engel nodded.

Ian immediately understood Haili's intentions.

They took the book and came to Van Chart's villa again.

It was not Dr. Manning who opened the door, but his student Maslow.

When Maslow saw Haili for the first time, he was slightly taken aback, "Russell... Agent?"

"It's me. Can I come in?" Hailey's lips curled up.

Ian was speechless again at the lethality of his smile.

"Of course! Come in! I heard Mr. Charter mentioned the three murders. Is there any progress or does Mr. Charter need help?"

"We need Mr. Charter's help."

"Oh...but he..."

"Don't worry, it's just a very simple question, and it won't irritate Mr. Charter." Haley said reassuringly.

At this time, Van Chart is sitting in front of the easel, and the brush is poking on the canvas.When he saw Haili and Ian approaching, he got up and covered the drawing board with a white cloth.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to letting other people see my unfinished paintings."

"It's okay." Haley delivered a book in front of him, and opened the first page, "Mr. Charter, is this your handwriting?"

Van Chart narrowed his eyes and looked. "Oh, yes, this is my handwriting. Any questions?"

"Do you still remember who asked you to write this blessing?"

"This is..." Van Chart lowered his head and thought hard, "Dr. Manning gave it to me. He said that the son of a friend of his is about to study at the University of the Arts in New York. He asked me to sign it for him as a encourage!"

Ian looked at Hailey, and Hailey continued to ask, "Where's Dr. Manning? Why didn't I see him today?"

"He should be rushing to the airport! He has a seminar in Washington tomorrow morning. He is worried that I will be here alone, so he specially called my student Maslow to accompany me... Why do you suddenly ask this? Does Dr. Manning have anything to do with . . . and Wendell's murder?"

"Is Dr. Manning British?"

"No...but he once completed a master's degree in England. My God, what's going on here?" Van Chart looked bewildered.

Hailey pressed his shoulders and asked him to sit on the sofa, "It's nothing, we just have some very important questions to ask Dr. Manning."

After speaking, Haili and Ian left the villa.

At the entrance of the villa, Haili tugged at Ian's sleeve, "Hey, did you see that painting by Van Chart just now?"

"He covered it with a cloth, how could I see it."

"I dropped the pen on the ground on purpose just now, and when I lowered my head to pick it up, I glanced at it. It's a very characteristic painting."

"Why, do you want to collect it?"

"No, that painting is black and white." Hailey's gaze was familiar to Ian.

He's hinting at something, like a game.Hailey gave Ian a riddle, and Ian wanted to use his brain to solve it.

"you're so boring."

Maslow sent them to the door: "Are you leaving now? I just made black tea."

His eyes had clearly been on Hailey.

Ian patted Maslow on the shoulder, "Agent Russell will visit you this weekend and be your model very seriously. You can do anything you want to him."

After speaking, Ian walked out the door with his pocket in his pocket.

Maslow stood there stunned, while Haley quickly chased after him.

"My dear Uncle Ian, are you jealous?"

"What am I jealous of?"

"Maslow is young, has romantic artistic cells, and has many similar preferences with me, such as black tea. Are you aware of crisis?"

Hailey leaned his head towards Ian. He seemed to like Ian's side neck very much, as if he wanted to kiss it every time.

Ian pushed him away hard, and said coldly: "I will give Cliff an opinion, find you an excellent psychiatrist, chat with him, and prescribe some medicine."

After speaking, Ian made a phone call and demanded that Dr. Manning be arrested.Dr. Manning was arrested and taken to an interrogation room.

Ian and Haley came to Dr. Manning together.

"Do I need to call a lawyer?" Dr. Manning asked with a smile.

He was calm and seemed to be in control of what was going on.

"If you think it's necessary, of course you can." Haley threw the book in front of Dr. Manning, "Do you have any impression of this book?"

Dr. Manning didn't even read the book. He looked Hayley and Ian straight in the eyes and said, "I remember. A young man named Eng Norman came to me. He said he was sorry He dropped out of art school, he is a loyal supporter of Mr. Charter, he wanted some encouragement from Mr. Charter, so I helped him get an autograph from Mr. Charter."

Hailey looked at Ian and shrugged his shoulders, "That's why I hate dealing with doctors. If you don't have enough IQ, you can't be a doctor."

"We checked your prescription records. You prescribed sleeping pills and sedatives for Mr. Chater. But Mr. Chater said that he sleeps well and his mood is stable most of the time. Where did you go?" Ian asked.

Mr. Manning shook his head amusedly.

"Mr. Detective, Mr. Chater has undergone chemotherapy. He is not in good health and has a lot of mental stress. If he really hasn't taken any sleeping pills, how do you think he sleeps until dawn? He said He doesn't need it, but it doesn't mean he really hasn't used it." Dr. Manning leaned back in his chair and looked at Ian with a smile in his eyes. "Any other questions? You made me miss it." A very important seminar."

According to Engel's account of the time Dr. Manning borrowed the truck, Ian continued to ask: "Where are you from the 26th to the 31st of last month?"

"I am Mr. Charter's family doctor, of course with Mr. Charter. During that time, he was undergoing chemotherapy. As his personal doctor and friend, I have been with him in the hospital and almost never left. You can ask medical staff at the time."

The time span is so large that even if Dr. Manning left while Mr. Charter was undergoing chemotherapy, Ian and Haley would not be able to bring any charges against him, because they could not prove that the van was kept by Mr. Manning.

And most importantly, when Wendell's murder happened, Ian was watching outside Dr. Manning's house.There was no way he could have killed Mrs. Wendell.

"So, who is your accomplice?" Haili propped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked straight into Dr. Manning's eyes, "The clumsy Enge is in charge of carrying, and you are in charge of contacting Enge and meticulously planning everything, then execute Who is it?"

Dr. Manning smiled: "I don't understand what you're talking about, Mr. Detective."

"You murdered in the form of Van Charter's paintings, and exhibited them ostentatiously. What is the purpose? Engel is to get the approval of Mr. Charter, and you are because you love Mr. Charter, so the rest What about that person? Why?"

"What did you say? I adore Mr. Charter?" Dr. Manning's smile was slightly suppressed, and he looked at Haili coldly.

Haili propped his head up and laughed, raised his arms to put Ian on the side, trying to pull him into his arms, but Ian pushed him away.

"I once gave this guy flowers, too. Not little white daisies, but white roses. I carefully cut the spikes off the flowers, and I was careful not to hurt him because of my gift. But Guess where he put the words I gave him?"

Ian gave Hailey a cold look and motioned him to shut up.

But Dr. Manning seemed interested, "Where did he put it?"

"In the trash can." Haley shrugged, "so I never sent him flowers again. I chose to come to him instead. Mr. Chater was the same, right. You were in his chemo The hospital serves as his attending doctor. You have seen his painting "Little White Daisy", and you think he should like this kind of flower very much, so you send him a bouquet every day. But he treats the flower as Wendell sent it You were very disappointed, so you made the same decision as I did, and came to Mr. Charter's side and became his personal doctor."

Only then did Ian remember that in Engel Norman's notes, he only admitted that he had written to Van Chart, but he didn't mention sending flowers.It's just that they were too focused on those letters and ignored that Engel never admitted that he sent flowers.

Mr. Manning clapped his hands, "It's a wonderful conjecture. But I still think it was Eng Norman who killed those three people. He was so fascinated by Mr. Charter that he couldn't tell the line between fantasy and reality. It is you who have overcomplicated the case. I have nothing to do with these three murders, so I cannot think of any accomplices."

The interrogation cannot continue, and everything has a reasonable explanation for Mr. Manning.

Without any substantive evidence, they could not detain Mr. Manning.

"We cannot let him go. Once he leaves, he can contact his associates, prepare for our investigation and even escape!"