Eye-blocking method

fight back.

He caught the other's forehead and lips, and then frantically plundered inside.John froze visibly, his fingers slipped from David's tie and ended up pinching him around the waist.

"You drank with Jacqueline," John pointed viciously between kisses, but before he could catch his breath, David gagged him—with his own.

It's always been like this.Two similar lunatics, the talented Chao Xingxin, do not know that they are seriously attracted to each other.It has been from the beginning.

David called a taxi and forced John into it.He reported the name of a hotel, and once again drew the other party into another fierce confrontation that belonged only to lips and teeth.

They... all need to let off steam.

David wakes up in the morning with a splitting headache from alcohol.A body that was both familiar and unfamiliar lay beside him.He reacted immediately.

The memory of those kisses from last night overwhelmed his logic.His lips traveled from the elegant white neck of the other party to the soft skin on the inner thigh.John panted beneath him, sweat making the room hazy and false.The opponent has been resisting, but in the end he was forced to obey.

fatal attraction.

He pulled himself out of the sticky sheet and started cleaning himself.Disheveled clothing was everywhere, but he recognized the brown coat, white shirt, and black tie quickly.He quickly put them on.

Meeting John for the first time heralded this day.For the rest of the long time, they were painfully suppressing this useless emotion, but—the natural attraction still defeated reason.

But David has more important things to do now than think about their sour relationship.He buttoned the last button, stopped a taxi, and read a location.The security guard's home.

He got out of the car in front of a small garden, walked through the lush weeds, greeted Jacqueline, and entered the dark workers' house.Jack Hegness sat inside, with his head buried in two huge hands.

"Jack." Jacqueline tried to remind him, but the latter just let out a sad sigh.His royal blue security uniform, still in place, is now stained with tan.

"It's all my fault, bloody thief—" He clenched his fists angrily and raised his head.He was grotesque, like the work of an abstract artist: dark skin, wide-set eyes with protruding eyeballs, a broad nose, and very feminine lips—just like a giant goldfish.

"When did you start to be on duty?" David interrupted the topic bluntly, while the security guard still shrank his head.

"Seven in the evening."

"When?"

"10:30 at night."

"I noticed that the time shown on the video is 10:[-], so you only started an hour, [-] minutes."

Jack nodded.

"Why did you leave halfway?"

"At 10:[-] they brought dinner. It was chicken curry. I finished it in the security room, and about [-] minutes later, my stomach was so sick--very! It was like a mountain, man. So, uh , and then I went to the toilet."

David began to scribble and draw in his notebook: "So when did you come out?"

"I don't know!" As if stepping on Jack's scales, Jack roared excitedly, pounding the table, making it ping-pong-pong, "Damn it! I was terrified when I came out! My whole body was shaking! Broken glass all over the floor! The Eye of the World is gone! I'm - damn - going to lose my job!"

Jacqueline frowned.

"Missing! 'Pfft', suddenly disappeared like this! Just when I went to the bathroom!" Jack stood up excitedly, walked around the room, violently overturning things from time to time.A vase fell to pieces and he swears another foul word.

"Okay, okay," David put away his notebook calmly, got up and joined Jacqueline, and went with her to appease the heartbroken security guard, "Mind if I go around, right here?"

"No--not at all. I never tidy up here, well, my habits are a mess, you know." Jack finally recovered his composure, and wiped his face carelessly.

David began to walk around the room, looking at the cluttered pile of newspapers, the dusty curtains, the leftovers on the table, and a disrepaired wardrobe.He walked over, opened the door of the closet, and let a stale smell drift away, and was completely swallowed by the fresh air.Dust was flying in the sun, and he strode to tear away the dirty clothes in the closet,

His fingers grazed a certain cardboard box, then quickly lifted the lid, and grabbed a pair of shoes from it—new, with a familiar luster.

Jacqueline screamed.

"That is--"

"Those shoes." He reached for his credit card from the sole of the shoe.

"The credit card is Francis's," he said gravely.Jacqueline put her hands over her mouth.

Jack's eyes widened.Then he yelled loudly, his rough voice mixed with unbearable obscenities.

"Fuck! It's not me! I was framed! Damn it! A group of bastards—" He took out a shining knife from behind him and held it up tremblingly, "Don't come near me! It's not me—don't!"

David flew forward, the knife left a long scar on his muscle, hot blood soaked the skirt of his shirt.He and Jack's arms were deadlocked, the knife dangling dangerously between two chests.

"Put down the knife!" Blood rushed to David's head, and his temples buzzed.

"It's not me—" Jack's biceps bulged, "you nasty—ah!" he yelled, his legs giving way.Davey just hit his knee a little bit.The knife fell from the air and pierced Jack's thighbone impartially.

David let go, his blood still boiling.He couldn't hear anything, as if he was in a dream.The fact that Jacqueline rushed to handcuff Jack and loaded him into a police car was like distorted light to him.He couldn't feel anything, only the blood that kept flowing, and a hot current rushing up his throat.

He vomited.

The sticky food slid across the tip of his tongue, and he barely supported himself up.The smell of vomit made him dizzy.He rushed to the bathroom and doused himself in cold water.

At least, the case is over.

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chapterⅣ

"I've got a preliminary inference." David was confident. "But I need to go to that shoe store and talk to the owner. Will you drive me there, Jacqueline?——Also, I'm better."

The female police officer nodded.She checked David's face in the rearview mirror, and finally stepped on the gas pedal with satisfaction. Five minutes later, they came to the "Volkswagen" shoe store.

After some pleasantries, David got the video as he wished.

On the screen covered with snowflakes, the security guard went to buy a pair of shoes like that, and at the time of delivery, he entered the credit card password again, and the boss stuffed the shoes into the shoe box.Jack suddenly reached out to touch the computer on the other side, quickly pressed a few keys, and then pretended to be safe and handed back the password input thing.

The video is dated within an hour of the gem being stolen.At that time Jacqueline was chasing down the ID card issue.

David smiled contentedly.

"He's a security guard, he knows everything about the security plan for the showroom, he knows when the crowds are least crowded, he's familiar with the siren and camera placement. Stomach ache from the chicken curry is an excuse. He goes into the toilet, changes clothes, gets ready Hammer and scissors, as the cameras show. He cut the alarm system wires, smashed the cameras, and smashed the glass."

David frowned, and once again constructed the criminal process in the mental image to ensure that there would be no mistakes——

Jack walked to the security room and received the curry chicken for dinner as usual—pretending to eat a few bites, then groped to the toilet pretending to have a stomachache, skillfully changed into a hoodie and canvas pants, put on gloves, and swaggered in through the front door, Fingers clung to the siren's wires and poked them off with a sharp blade. The hammer touched the lens, and the cracks unfolded like a spider's web.

Then he paced to the glass box.The hammer was firmly held in the hand, and the sharp hammer touched the vulnerable glass, cracks spread like spider webs, and then fell—splashing down like rain.He gave a smug smile under his hood, pursed his lips, and let the shards of glass hit him.

His fingers touched the Eye of the World.So beautiful, so bright - faint blue, shining with Yingying light.The wealth beyond comparison in the entire United States lies quietly between his fingers.So charming.

His fingers caressed lovingly over the stone's bewitching exterior.It is a beautiful regular polyhedron, each face has its unique charm.

He lowered his head and let his lips touch the gem lightly, then put it in his pocket.He performed such movements skillfully and smoothly - he dropped the hammer casually, and placed the wallet he had prepared in advance on the ground casually.He stole it three days ago.He could frame it, and say "Francis did it." and get rid of everything.

"But two pairs of shoes—why two pairs?" Jacqueline asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Because he didn't know that his shoes were so special." David took out a report, "Credit card records in 09. He bought such shoes, and then never bought similar shoes again. Later, the shoes were discontinued. , and you realize how special it is." David continued, Jack's image was clearly visible in the process of his construction of the crime.