Eye-blocking method

"As if remembering something, she added, taking out another picture.

David added a little bit to his simulated scene.

Jacqueline turned to look at the glass box as the officer inspected it.There was a brown wallet next to the empty velvet cushion, so she opened it carefully—under the golden fluorescent lamp, there lay $5.29 and an ID card.Trembling with surprise, she pulled out her ID card and glimpsed the name: Francis Alkin.The ID photo shows a man with light brown hair, expressionless, and fleshy face, glaring fiercely under the yellow light.

"So you went to search for him?" David asked, his eyes lingering on the picture of the man, and it took a long time before he casually looked at the female police officer, and the latter nodded in response, and his eyes dimmed as a result.

"What's wrong?" David asked, keenly picking up the change in the other's facial expression, trying to look bewildered.

"It wasn't him. It was confirmed that his ID card was stolen 3 days ago, and he was at home on the day of the crime, watching the football game with his wife and neighbors. They were conscious, so the alibi was established." Jacqueline began to dig her own The dead skin on her hands, she looked tired, and the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes were beginning to show.

as predicted.

"It's a blindfold. Obviously, it wasted your day," David explained. "Look at this case carefully: there are all clues, but all the clues are wrong. The killer just wants you to make mistakes. My dear Jacqueline."

Jacqueline just shook her head at that.She looked downcast.

"So now we're doing our best to search for that footprint." She said absently, sliding the slider to unlock the phone with an impatient expression, "A message from Chief Shrek." However, when she glanced at the phone's display When reading the content, the dark brown eyes suddenly lit up, "We have found a clue! The footprints lead to a hut by the lake, and the pair of shoes happened to be placed inside!"

Contrary to her excitement, David just rubbed the center of his brows with his index finger and sighed: "That might be another way to cover up the eyes."

But Jacqueline wasn't going to listen to him.She reached out, grabbed David's arm, and pulled him away brutally.David staggered out of the archway, passed another round of flashing light tests, bypassed the pillars, and was pushed into Jacqueline's black SUV, and the gray-black soft cloth seat rushed towards him.With the sound of locking the door latch and turning the car key, Jacqueline stepped on the gas pedal, and David leaned back suddenly, letting the gray buildings outside the car window turn into a blurred silver line .

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chapterⅢ

David was right; it was a deception indeed.The hut by the lake was empty and had been abandoned for many years. Only the pair of shoes were placed in the middle. Under the shoes was a crumpled piece of white paper with a word scrawled in red ink:

Fool.

Chief Shrek scratched his head angrily.He was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he kicked the door fiercely.

"The fucking 2 whole days! (Thefucking2wholedays!) I've been chasing down the goddamn shoes. Fucking criminals! Play us around, huh! Damn..." He started swearing, and the poor wooden door let out lament.

"Maybe it's not that bad. You should try to search for credit card records," Jacqueline suggested—this sparked hope in Shrek's cloudy pupils.

"Wait! I did this investigation—hey! Boy! Bring that black folder!" He shouted in a rough voice, and the tall and thin young man who was as thin as a bamboo pole ran away, waiting for him When he came back, there was a shiny black package under his arm.

Shrek roughly opened the folder and pulled out a few blank papers.He read aloud—

"Credit card records: Francis Alkin. Purchased 1 pair of shoes of this brand."

"It wasn't him," Jacqueline shook her head, her hair fluttering comically, brushing against David's lips. "His credit card was stolen, too."

"Fuck!" Shrek cursed loudly, making that "bamboo pole" almost jump up and faint.

"Son of bitch! (Sonofbitch!)" he continued to curse, tossing and tossing at the poor wooden door, and finally let it out of its proper position, and fell crookedly on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

David shook his head.He doesn't like Chief Shrek, one of the reasons is that his rough style is really not flattering.These things that should be discarded ruined those perfect, artwork-like crime scenes, and the title of Sheriff was nothing more than a non-existent crown on that huge head, decorated with only chicken feathers, dust and Shrek. The mind space of a fly.

David walked out alone, letting the brown cloak pass through the dilapidated wooden door, the golden light of the sun stung his eyes, and the pupils began to shrink reflexively, just like facing those damn flashlights.

Something stopped his progress.It was the tip of a black umbrella, standing obstinately in front of his boots.He smelled a hint of Sisley's "Leap of the King" men's cologne, mixed with the steaming water vapor in the pond.A familiar name rose on his chest, and then, without David himself realizing it, a smile crept across his face.

Standing in front of him was a small, platinum-haired man with large, delightful cornflower-colored eyes.He was wearing a low-key black suit, but his gestures showed elegance everywhere.He is very beautiful, but unfortunately, he has an untrustworthy temperament.

"John Saxon," David quipped, and yes, it could only be him—only he with Leap of Kings.David straddled the tip of his umbrella lightly, as if provocative, "What wind brought you here?"

"Smell of sin," John replied succinctly, speaking with a nice Cockney accent—something that stood out from the rest of the Scottish accents, but fortunately no one cared about the accent here.

David and John were college classmates.They are talented, two of the top students in the university.Probably one mountain cannot contain two tigers, and they have never formed an alliance, but they are tit for tat all day long, and they have to argue for a long time on everything.Proving one's superiority over another seems to happen at the first meeting.

"Don't pretend—John, I know you've made a fortune in the stock market using your wit and your shady tactics." David knew his enemy had a dirty secret to hide.

"Obviously that's the result of your improper investment and betting all your wealth. Besides, in this case, are you innocent? In this case, the first person I suspect is you." John retorted arrogantly .

David laughed—from the bottom of his heart, it made his blood boil.

"Me? Dear John, this is too much of a joke." He suppressed his smile, "Or, unfortunately, your clever mind has been burned out by madness."

A pink patch crept up John's face.He walked a few steps faster, looking angry.David turned a corner with him, and the noisy pedestrian street rushed towards him.

And John stood among the crowd, with bitter and cold anger in his cornflower-colored eyes, making him look arrogant and dazzled.

"Time will tell." He jabbed the umbrella tip hard to the ground.Regardless of the other party's vicious eyes, David walked up slowly, and at the same time happily saw the elegant red spots on the other party's neck fade away.

"Don't you count on the old days, old friend? I haven't seen you for a few years." He stretched out his hand, looking friendly and earnest, "Walk with me?"

"If that can expose your hypocritical mask, then I'll be happy to accompany you, David." John dragged out his tone, not forgetting to add a sense of provocation, and quickened his pace to keep up with David.It is worth mentioning that among these two interesting rivals, even though the distance between them is very small, they can ensure that they will not touch each other's skin or clothing, because every movement has been carefully calculated, with Filled with disgust, it seems that the other party is a huge slug.

David knew he never intended to like John—or to be friends with him.For geniuses are always alone, he told himself, and after he had known the other thoroughly, his unimpeachable logic indicated with greater certainty that there were only two outcomes between them, one of which he ruled out—whatever It looks terrible in every way.Another result is their current relationship-everywhere is an enemy.

If we look at the way they walk now, we must find it ridiculous.David—a tall, thin man with slender limbs, the hem of his coat skidded across the large and small bricks and stones on the street.He had a triumphant smile on his face; the little man, John, had a sullen face, with a deeply drawn brow, a tight set of lips, and a stiff, graceful gait.They are conscientious, afraid of touching each other, which will cause another possibility in their relationship-a possibility that neither of them is willing to accept.

"You have to know that here—this town, great changes have taken place, John." In order to stimulate the other party, David deliberately spoke in a bright tone, "Ha!"

"It can be seen—obviously you have also benefited a lot." John sarcastically.

"Don't always think of me in a bad way." As soon as he said that, he regretted it a little, because it made his atmosphere a bit more ambiguous and caused discomfort for both parties.Or fierce confrontation is more suitable for them.

So they fall back into Cong