Cinephile hustle

"Mr. Gubler, they are not in the same world as us."

"Don't you like that young man?"

"No, I like it very much." Editor-in-Chief Sherman's eyes looked at Ian's profile, "but to me, he is like Alice who has strayed into the illusion. Looking at it from a distance, there is no risk .It’s just that once the desired idea arises, it may disrupt everything that was originally there, and in the end, he will return to his reality, and our illusion will fall apart because of him.”

"You're always so cautious. Speaking of which, where's that old Ned?"

"He...is not in good health recently. I saw him just now, and later I heard that he was dizzy and chest tight, and he was resting in the hotel room."

"Could it be that he brought a certain little rabbit and entered the 'Illusion' ahead of time?" Fitz smiled pointedly.

Editor-in-Chief Sherman also laughed.

"Sherman, to be honest, I haven't seen such a special young man for a long time. It makes me feel uncontrollable in my heartbeat and breathing, like a little boy, looking at the young girls playing tennis on the other side of the barbed wire in a daze."

"What's his name?"

"Hayley Russell. I'm not sure how to spell it."

"I can check his identity for you."

"Of course. Since you have concerns, it would be better if you could find out his identity."

At this moment, a commotion broke out in the entire banquet hall.

Someone hurried to the editor-in-chief of Fitz and Sherman, "Mr. Ned died in the hotel room."

"what?"

After Fitz and Editor-in-Chief Sherman looked at each other, Editor-in-Chief Sherman pushed Fitz to the room where Ned was resting.

The news spread quickly, with surprised expressions on everyone's faces.

"Ned, one of Fitz Gubler's collaborators, is dead. Shouldn't we be there?" Ian asked.

"If you ask me 'should I go', it means that you don't think you should go. Smith, the victim of the last case, and Ned in this case have a certain relationship with Fitz Gubler. If you tell me now Whether it is an old fox like Fitz or the suspicious editor-in-chief Sherman, they will never reveal a single word to us."

"What's your plan?"

"My plan is to let Jessica replace us to stabilize the situation first. I have a hunch that Fitz Gubler will definitely come to me again."

Hailey pulled up the corner of his lips, and that smirk was irresistible.

Not long after, Jessica and the New York police arrived.

They put a blockade on the hotel, and everyone who was at the dinner party and who had been in or out of Ned's room was detained by the police for questioning.

In the entire banquet hall, young people in the fashion industry were whispering and discussing.And a few older designers who already had some qualifications got together and guessed what happened.

"My God, Mr. Ned is dead? He is the most trusted person of Mr. Gubler! The marketing plans of many brands under the Gubler Group come from Mr. Ned!"

"It is estimated that even the stocks will drop a lot!"

"There will always be someone else to take Ned's place! Without him, the Gubler Group would not be able to collapse. It's just... don't you wonder how Mr. Ned died?"

"Maybe it's because the high is too high?"

"Haha...it's possible!"

"Or I missed Xavier too much, and Xavier's repeated rejections made his fragile heart unable to bear the burden?"

"This is more likely! Xavier is clearly in New York, but he didn't attend tonight's party!"

Haili and Ian were standing not far away. Their hearing was good, and all their gossip was remembered.

"Uncle Ian, your Xavier is being missed by others." Haili raised his hand and tugged at Ian's bow tie.

Ian stepped back and looked at Haley with warning eyes.

At this time, Sherman pushed Fitz back into the banquet hall.Fitz looked calm.He raised his hand and pressed it, and the scene fell silent.

"Everyone, everyone already knows that something happened to my old friend Ned. I hope you can cooperate with the police investigation! For the inconvenience caused to everyone, I, Fitz Gubler, promise that everyone will get what they deserve. "

The banquet hall, which was full of gossip before, became silent in an instant.

At this time, a New York policeman read Hailey's name according to the banquet list.

When Haley walked over with his pockets in his hands, Sherman pushed Fitz to his side.

"Haley, I'm really sorry tonight. This is your first time at my party and this happened to you."

The corners of Haili's lips curled up slowly, and he turned and left without saying a word.Everyone showed envious expressions towards Haili.

They speculated about his relationship with Fitz Gubler and whether Fitz Gubler had made any special promises to him.What is the identity of this young man, to be able to come and go so freely in front of the giants of the fashion industry, as if he doesn't care about anything.

Fitz stared at Hailey's back for a long time, and said to Sherman beside him: "He is really charming. Both his eyes and smile are so unique. I just wonder why no one has noticed before this past him?"

"Maybe it was God's will that you discovered him?"

After Haley walked out of the banquet hall, he walked into Ned's hotel room with Jessica.

"Look here now, I'll let them call Ian out too."

"Thank you."

When Ian's name was called, he walked away calmly.Not as apprehensive as others, and without the slightest timidity.It's as simple as going for a cup of coffee.

Fitz looked at Ian's back and smiled at the editor-in-chief Sherman, "I know why you admire him so much. He has a very special temperament, calm but sexy. Like obsidian in the shadows, just a little sunlight, Calm down and appreciate it, it will be deeper than the beauty of diamonds."

"Thank you for affirming my taste."

"So this is God's will, Ned died here, but we met the heart-stirring 'Alice' here."

When Ian walked into Ned's bedroom, he smelled the faint scent of verbena.

Unlike the scented candles used in Smith's bedroom in the previous case, verbena oil was clearly used in Ned's room.On the table is the aroma of Earl Gray tea, and next to the Earl Gray tea is a large bunch of sunflowers, still blooming gorgeously.And there is a gift box on the table.

"I heard that the pot of Earl Gray tea is very expensive, worth hundreds of dollars per gram." A police officer at the scene couldn't help but said.

"Is Ned an Earl Gray fan?" asked Ian.

The officer shook his head. "He prefers coffee. This is Ned's second night here, and he ordered coffee the night before. Maybe tonight for a change."

Ian stood in front of the gift box and said, "Then I'm more interested in this thing now."

"Little Fool" Finn Keating also came to the scene, and he opened the gift box for Ian.

Inside is a very delicate doll.

"Do you like dolls?" Finn asked, raising his glasses.

"I prefer remote control trains to dolls," Ian replied.

"Me too. I've hated three things since I was little. Dolls, clowns, and octopuses. I think they're weird."

"You think octopuses are weird?" Ian frowned.

"Yes. After all, this kind of doll is produced in Germany, and the price is very expensive." Finn lifted the doll up and stared into its eyes, as if as long as Finn kept looking at it, this thing would have life.

For Ian, Finn at this time is much weirder than a doll.

"You don't like dolls, how do you know it's from Germany and expensive?"

"Jessica likes to collect dolls from this brand. It's just that this box looks more like a high-end custom model."

"Can I find out who ordered it?"

"of course can."

Two minutes later, Finn gave the answer.According to the manufacturer's order records, the credit card used to order this box of dolls belongs to Ned himself.

Ian sighed, and walked towards the bed. Haili was standing there with his pockets in his hands and a faint smile on his lips.

The dead Ned was lying on the bed, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be in disbelief at what had happened.

And his back was bare, as if he had just finished a verbena essential oil massage.

The lower part of his body was covered by sunflowers, and the blood seeped through the white sheet.Ian can imagine that when the sunflower is lifted, the scene will not be too far from Smith.

And Fern Keating and his colleagues are putting sunflowers into the evidence bag one by one.

"Did the same murderer do it?" Ian came to Haley and asked.

"What do you think?"

"There are three similarities between Smith's case and Ned's case. First, they were both murdered in their own places. Smith was in his own home, while Ned was in his hotel room. These two places, normal Every situation requires the host to invite guests in. So the victim either invited the murderer in, or the murderer has been waiting for them at the scene of the crime. Second, the crime scene makes people feel that our victim seems to be pleasing to someone In Smith's case, it was roses, scented candles, and wine dinner. In Ned's case, it was sunflowers, verbena essential oil, fine Earl Gray tea, and haute couture dolls. Third, the deceased was killed way and they are all covered by flowers."

"Hmm." Haley was still looking at Ned's body.

"Have you got any ideas?" Ian asked.

"Not yet."

At this time, Dr. Bourne came to the scene yawning.When he saw Ian for the first time, he couldn't wait to open his arms and try to hug.But Ian raised his hand and avoided the opponent skillfully.

"Oh my God! Ian! You make me want to pry open your collar with a scalpel and see your beating heart!"

"...When my heart stops beating, I will lie on your dissecting table. This is my promise to you. Before that, can you preliminarily determine the cause of the deceased Ned's death?"

Dr. Bourne kept his eyes on Ian, "Dear dear, Ned is dead. The cause of his death will not change. But you are different. I thought you were stubborn and old-fashioned, but no I think you also have such a handsome and sexy side. Please let me watch it for a few more seconds!"

Ian patiently endured Dr. Bourne's creepy gaze.

Ten seconds later, Ian pushed Dr. Bourne.

"Okay, Dr. Byrne, please don't be self-willed anymore. It's not just ten seconds, more than ten seconds have passed." Haili said coolly.

"Don't get me wrong, Agent Russell, you should know that the dead are always the ones I love the most."

Dr. Bourne came to the bed, lowered his body slightly, and put on plastic gloves.

After examining for a few minutes, he turned to Ian and Haley and said, "From the shape of the wound, its location, and the amount of bleeding, I'm pretty sure his cause of death was exactly the same as Smith's."

Ian folded his arms and frowned, "I'm more curious now, how did the murderer bring the murder weapon close to the deceased without being discovered by the deceased. Has the murder weapon in Smith's case been analyzed?"

"The results can only be obtained after the autopsy. For the sake of your promise to me, I will give priority to dealing with this corpse. After I find the results, I will notify you as soon as possible."

Dr. Byrne took off his gloves and brushed his knuckles over Ian's bow tie. Just as he was about to hook Ian's jaw, Haley snapped his fingers.

"Well, well, I just wanted to say that Ian's jaw is really nice, especially against the silk bow tie. You have good taste, Agent Russell."

Dr. Bourne explained helplessly, and finally left.

Jessica told them after receiving a call: "Mrs. Ned has been called to the NYPD. I will talk to her in the interrogation room to find out what happened to Mr. Ned recently. You two are in the observation room Wait. Is there any problem with this arrangement?"

"Well, of course." Haley nodded.

"If Fitz Gubler wants to find out your identity, it's easy. Even if you can hide the fact that you are a federal agent, he may not be willing to get close to the heir of the Russell family." Ian reminded.

"Not many people in the business world have met me. I don't like being interviewed by the media very much, so Cliff can easily fake an identity for me." Hailey smiled, "It seems that you also think that Fitz Gubler Is it connected to these murders?"

"I don't have Alzheimer's yet. Smith was one of Fitz Gubler's protégés and has been under his umbrella. Ned, Fitz Gubler's most powerful partner, is now dead. I read The murder in London, the victim is also one of the three most popular models under the Gubler Group. Anyway, there must be something wrong with Fitz Gubler."

Hailey nodded and winked at Ian, "The most important thing is that he seems to be interested in me."

Ian has no comment on this.

"Hey, Ian, aren't you worried about what he'll do to me?" Hailey looked dissatisfied.

"Fitz Gubler can't move both legs, what can he do to you?"

"Not necessarily. Just because he can't move, maybe he is darker than normal people in some ways?"

"All I know is that you're going to play Fitz Gubler out of your wits."

Hailey stretched his arms and wrapped them around Ian's shoulders, showing a completely infatuated expression, "But you are the only one who fascinates me so much."

Ian glanced at the Earl Gray teacups on the table, and sure enough one of the teacups was missing.

"Where did you hide your teacup?"

"Guess." Hailey narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I don't want to guess." Ian covered Hailey's waist, and he couldn't feel the teacup in his pocket.

"Then you should never wonder where the teacup is. Maybe the teacup has the murderer's DNA on it." Hailey smiled slyly.

Whether it's the sunflowers in full bloom in the house, or the fragrance of verbena, when Ian looks into Haili's eyes, he feels blood surging exponentially.

"What do you want?" Ian asked.He clenched his fist slightly, to calm down his emotions, and let it go again.

"You're nervous, aren't you? Is it because you're attracted to me?" Hailey looked slowly down Ian's shoulders, looking at his fingertips.

"I do not have."

"You have, I felt the muscles of the shoulder and neck tighten just now."

"What exactly do you want?"

"Kiss me, and I'll tell you where the teacup is." Haley's fingers on Ian's neck moved slightly.

Although they were the only ones in the room at the moment, and they had long been accustomed to Haili's "nervousness", they still couldn't help but look at them.

Ian exhaled calmly, turned his face, and touched Hailey's upper lip.The moment Ian left, Hailey took a sip.

His lips were warm, and the tip of his tongue hooked Ian's lips and left quickly.

The blood seemed to stay where it was at that moment, forgetting to flow.

Until Haley let go of Ian and took a step back.

At this time, one of the forensic personnel accepted by Fein suddenly said: "Hey, when did this teacup be put into the evidence bag? Even the label is written?"

Ian glanced over Hailey's shoulder and realized that the teacup was the one missing from the table.

He was played by Haley again.

Not far away, Jessica showed a sympathetic expression towards Ian.

After the on-site observation was over, Haili went back to the banquet hall first, and Ian walked back after 5 minutes.

As Ian expected, Fitz Gubler really couldn't wait to come to Haili. Although his expression didn't look that eager and his behavior was like a cultivated elder, the enthusiasm in his eyes exposed his intentions.

Ian calmly took a glass of champagne, went to a remote corner, and leaned against the wall.

He quietly observed everyone's expressions.

Until the editor-in-chief Sherman came to his side.

"You are like an examiner, as if everything that happens here has nothing to do with you." Editor-in-Chief Sherman bowed slightly.

"I know I didn't murder Mr. Ned, so what happened here has nothing to do with me."

Ian lowered his head and took a sip of champagne.

"Don't you like red wine? Since you entered here, I haven't seen you drink a glass of red wine. Fitz Gubler is a generous person, and the red wine here is worth thousands of dollars." Sherman gently shook the glass , This posture makes him appear more self-cultivated.

"Red wine reminds me of some unpleasant guy." Ian leaned his head against the wall, turned slightly, and squinted at Sherman, "It's a pity that there is no beer here. Otherwise, you will see the It will not be a goblet, but a beer bottle."

Sherman froze.

Ian's stern face was slightly flushed at the moment, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

His throat twitched subconsciously, and just as the editor-in-chief Sherman was about to say something, Haili came in front of them with his pockets in his hands.

"Aha! You must be the editor-in-chief Sherman mentioned by Mr. Gubler! I heard that as long as the models on the cover of your magazine become supermodels in the end?"

"It's not that exaggerated."

Although Haley kept approaching, Editor-in-chief Sherman's eyes were calm and calm.It's not like everyone else loses their weight because of Hailey's face.

"However, if possible, I also hope that you can be on the cover of "Advanced Sight." Sherman's invitation was serious, but in a business-like tone.

"No, I prefer financial magazines like Fortune and Wall Street."

After Haili finished speaking, he took Ian's shoulders and signaled that they should leave.

"By the way, Ian, can I have your cell phone number?" Sherman's voice sounded behind them.

Ian wanted to turn around, but Haili held the back of his head tightly. Ian could feel the strength of Haili's fingertips.

Overbearing cannot be reversed.

"Hey, Mr. Sherman, you haven't asked for a mobile phone number after talking with him for so long? You are too slow! You must know that opportunities never wait for others."

Although no one could see that Ian was almost forced by Haley to leave the Ever Hotel, Cliff was already waiting for him in front of the hotel.

The night wind was slightly cool, blowing Ian's hair.

Haili opened the car door for Ian in a gentlemanly manner, and put his palm on the car frame.This made Ian feel like a woman being treated with care.

As soon as he entered, Haili threw him down.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Ian's back hit the soft handmade rug.He tried to get up, but there was no way to use his strength, but Haili's hands were on his shoulders, and he was pushed back straight down.

Cliff had already started the car.

"Stop! Cliff!" Ian said angrily.

But Cliff drove the car around the corner as if he didn't hear anything.

Well, he is Hailey's butler, and he will only follow Hailey's orders.

Ian raised his hand and tried to grab the back of the seat, but the space in this limousine was much larger than expected, and Ian couldn't reach anything.

"Haley Russer..."

Haley had kissed him.

Oppressive, the power of the tip of the tongue showed some kind of uncontrollable anger, and it squeezed into Ian's lips very hard.

Ian braced his upper body to get out of Hailey's shackles.

The other party's lips were even more forceful, and he hadn't moved two centimeters away before the back of his head was pressed hard on the ground again.

When it comes to kissing, Ian finds himself always Hayley's underdog.

When Ian was about to break free from Hailey, the guy rode desperately on Ian's belly and bowed his head.His kiss was like a beast, thirsty for too long in the wilderness and finally found a source of water.

Ian hammered Hailey's back hard, and the guy stretched his muscles, and Ian's fists were greatly reduced.

When Ian felt that he could hardly breathe, Haili finally let him go, got up slowly, and sat on the chair beside him.

"What happened to you?"

Ian asked gritted his teeth.His hair was completely messed up, and his neckline was pulled to one side. When he sat up, he realized that his pants had also been unbuttoned at some point.

"Express my jealousy. And, I was seduced by you too."

Haili propped his head up and looked out the window, his voice was somewhat sinister.

"What did you say?" Ian finally straightened his collar.

He could still clearly feel Haili's residual temperature and his strength.

When he was suppressed, Ian just wanted to resist.

At this moment, Ian felt an inexplicable fear.

He even had the illusion that Haili wanted to kill him at that time, without mercy.

"Why do you pose like that to Sherman?"

"what?"

what pose?Ian was completely bewildered.

"Why did you show him that look?"

"what expression?"

In Ian's impression, he always kept a distance from Editor-in-Chief Sherman, never even smiled.

"Still looking at other men with those eyes?"

When he said this, Haili could already grit his teeth.

Ian froze.He'd known Hailey for so long, he knew how good the guy was at hiding his emotions.

This was the first time Haley had expressed his displeasure, even anger, so clearly.

"I can only say that things like eyes are subjective."

Ian also turned his head to look out the window.It's pointless to discuss these things with Haili.

They were silent all the way.Ian didn't even have to look at Haley to feel the chill coming off the guy.

When they got to the NYPD, Ian didn't plan to get out of the car on the street side because Hayley was sitting there.

Just as he was about to open the door on his side of the car, Hailey spoke.

"If it wasn't for Cliff being there, I would have fucked you."