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  Chapter 52 Interrogation

  Hospital corridor.

  Lawrence was a little absent-minded.

  Dean patted him: "What's the matter, buddy, you seem to have something on your mind."

   "It's nothing." Lawrence came back to his senses: "I just feel that you are improving too fast, and it seems that I can't teach you much."

   "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to stand out." Dean knew that he was subtly taking the lead, which made Lawrence a little uncomfortable.

  Lawrence didn't think much about it.

  He shrugged: "Okay, you will be interrogated later, this is also a skill that a police detective must master."

"Thanks."

  Because a homicide was discovered.

  Macas, the helper, was transferred to a separate ward with patrol guards at the door.

   After Dean handed a cigarette to the patrolman guarding the door, he walked in with Lawrence.

   Hear movement.

  Marcus, who was lying on the hospital bed with sunken eyes, looked over weakly.

  Dean took out his detective card and turned on the body-worn device: "Hi, Marcus, I'm Detective Dean. How are you doing now? We have something to ask you."

  There are many NCs in the United States.

  Especially the advocacy of human rights has now become a wild beast, cultivating a large number of brainless saints, including many judicial company zi sitting in the office.

  Marcus is now seriously injured.

  Dean, please be more polite. It will be very troublesome if the other party complains afterwards.

  Of course, if Marcus doesn’t cooperate, Dean will let him know what ‘human rights’ are!

  He is not a man of rules!

"Mr. Detective, don't tell me that you guys are starting to smoke marijuana now." Marcus said without any panic on his face: "If so, I admit, I bought some illegal products, got too high, and then fell fall down."

   "But someone said that you stole the furniture and appliances of the Sean family!"

Dean looked sharply at Markas's eyes: "We have investigated your identity and know that you have just been released from prison. Why did you live in Sean's house for a long time and sold their furniture and appliances? They What about people?"

  Hearing this, Markas not only didn't panic, but anger appeared in his eyes: "It's not my fault, they are a bunch of liars!"

turn out to be.

   Over a month ago.

  Marcus spent the money he earned by stepping on the sewing machine in prison, and was going to find a job to make a living.

  He has a criminal record.

  General work, these will be reviewed.

  So Markas can only go to the labor market and work as a temporary worker.

  Although he was only 21 years old, he seemed a little slow to respond due to drug and alcohol abuse, so no one hired him until the afternoon.

   Just when Marcus thought he was going to be hungry today.

  Here comes Sean's wife.

  After she knew that Marcus could repair the water pipes and weed, she took him back to her villa.

  The small courtyard of Sean's house is not big, but because it was already afternoon, Marcus hadn't finished his work until evening.

   Sean and her son were not home at the time.

   Sean's wife kindly provided him with dinner and accommodation.

  Marcus thanks a lot for that.

  The next day, Sean came back with his son.

After checking Markas's work, he praised Markas, and said that the roof of the villa at home also needs to be repaired. They are going to travel for two days, and asked Markas if he can stay busy for two days after finishing the water pipes. sky.

  “I was short of money and had no place to live, and I felt that they were nice people, so I agreed, but they never came back!”

  Marcus was full of anger: "I finished my work, but I didn't get what I deserved. I also helped them look at their home for so long for free. If I don't sell those furniture and appliances, I have no money to live on!"

  Dean winks at Lawrence.

  Although the two did not communicate in advance, Lawrence immediately understood Dean's meaning, and sarcastically said: "Then why didn't you call the police to protect your own interests, but stayed?"

   "Call the police?" Marcus turned his head disdainfully: "When the police come, do you think they will go to the Sean family first, or will they think that I broke in illegally, and then shoot me?"

"Moreover."

   "I don't have a place to live. Isn't it uncomfortable to live in a villa? Mr. Detective, don't waste your time. If I am guilty, please let the law punish me, not you, a pig killer!"

  Marcus was very brave:

   "Anyway, I was honest and lived in the room provided by the Sean family, and I only sold those furniture and appliances in order to get the reward I deserved.

   Even if I go to jail, Your Excellency the benevolent judge, at most I will be sentenced to short-term imprisonment or community service, which is better, at least I can live comfortably! "

   This is an old fried dough stick, hob meat.

  Lawrence's face twitched in anger, glanced at the medicine aside, and sneered: "In this case, Mr. Markus, I think you are recovering well, and I will tell the nurses to reduce the supply of prescription drugs later."

   These words directly hit Markas' weakness.

  His complexion changed: "Dude, don't be like this, I admit that what I just said was a bit too much, if you have any questions, I will cooperate!"

  He relapsed to marijuana after he was released from prison, and without prescription medication for relief, it would be very painful to lie in the hospital bed!

  Dean has been observing Marcus' expression.

  Under mood swings.

  It is difficult for ordinary people to hide their true reactions.

   So far, Markus doesn't seem to be lying.

   Lawrence finished singing with a red face, and it was his turn to play.

  Dean stopped in front of Lawrence: "Okay, buddy, you go outside for a cigarette first, let me come here."

"snort!"

  Lawrence gave Marcus a vicious look, turned and left.

  As soon as he left, Markas' nervous expression immediately relaxed: "Detective Dean, you are really a good man, I will cooperate with you whatever you want to ask."

  Dean smiled at the corner of his mouth: "You don't seem to be slow to react."

  Marcus shook his head, his expression slightly gloomy: "This is only supported by prescription drugs. I can't do without marijuana, otherwise I will be like an old man, my brain can't control my body, and I look like a disabled person."

   This is drugs.

  Once contaminated, people seem to fall into the abyss and sink completely.

  Dean would not pity such a person.

  He pointed the law enforcement device at Marcus's face: "Marcus, do you remember when the Sean family left?"

   "Remember, it was the end of the month, because there was a Rams game that I like, so I remember it very clearly."

   The Rams are the home football team of Los Angeles.

  This hormone-burning sport has many audiences in the United States.

  Dean nodded and continued: "Did anything unusual happen when you were at Sean's house?"

"Unusual?" After thinking for a while, Markas hesitated and said, "I was off the medicine at that time, and my condition was not very good. At that time, I was worried that they would drive me away, but the four of them seemed to have something on their minds. Didn't notice my situation, and left in a hurry."

   "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, if necessary, we will come to you again."

   "No problem, Detective Dean, as long as it's not the pig killer."

   "Haha", Dean laughed, got up and walked to the door, and was about to turn off the law enforcement device, then turned around suddenly: "By the way, Marcus, do you like the Sean family's dog?"

   "Dog?" Marcus was asked suddenly, subconsciously said: "I only saw pictures of puppies and some pet supplies in their house, but I didn't see a dog."

  Is that so?

  Dean nodded, turned and left.

Feel sorry.

   I was forced to drink some wine yesterday.

   Just two cups. When I came back, I wanted to vomit but couldn’t vomit. I was very uncomfortable, so I didn’t add more, and fell asleep until twelve o’clock in one breath.

   Nothing happened today.

   The dog thief is sitting in front of the computer, and there are three more changes, and he will definitely complete the promotion and upgrade.

   Dear spectators, please vote and read more.

   Today to Tuesday is the key to advance to the next round.

   Thank you very much.

  (end of this chapter)