MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 251 He calls himself a devil (monthly ticket plus update)

  Chapter 251 He calls himself a devil (monthly ticket plus more)

   Now that I know about the Miniature Model Murderer, I communicated with the victim through the Internet.

  The case also has a clear goal.

  In fact, most people don’t know it. The Internet seems to be hidden, but this is for professionals.

  For non-professionals, their self-righteous secrets are actually like fireflies in the dark night. As long as they leave traces, they will be tracked to reality.

  A few years ago, in New York, the FBI had already found out the network IP address of the other party.

   If not a step slower.

   Moreover, the other party is also very concealed in reality, and all clues have been cut off.

   There is no current story for a long time.

   Now it is different.

  The other party came back out of the rivers and lakes, and didn't realize his fatal flaw.

   This may be a good opportunity to end the opponent!

  Daisy is a master at this.

  Dean immediately asked Holz to transfer the account information obtained from Jonny Dennison to Daisy.

   In fact, the Forensics Department also has professionals in this field.

   But he may not always stay in the police station, and the forensics department will not always serve him. Dean feels that he must train and train his subordinates in advance.

   Afternoon.

  Daisy is busy.

  Dean raised his feet and chatted with Cheston about his experience after joining the FBI.

  Harry, with a tired face, finally returned to the police station listlessly with the help of Carlo, who was holding back his laughter.

  Seeing that he was exhausted physically and mentally, Dean couldn't help being a little surprised: "Harry, didn't I say to stop the operation? Why do you still look like you've been drained?"

  Harry looked bitter: "When I saw your phone, I had just finished."

   "Wow~"

  Dean whistled: "Well, congratulations on taking the shortcut in life. I hope you will not live too comfortably and choose to resign. After all, you are my right-hand man."

  He could see that Harry wasn't getting what he wanted.

   But it doesn't prevent him from pretending to be stupid, and at the same time, he uses some words that don't cost money to draw big cakes to his subordinates to show that he values ​​it.

  Daisy also stopped what she was doing, biting a lollipop, her eyes curious.

   Has Harry found a long-term meal ticket?

   Real name envy!

  Harry smiled dryly, did not speak, and sat wearily in his seat, looking at his kidney-deficiency face reflected on the black screen of the computer, and fell into a daze.

  See it.

   Daisy's gossiping heart boiled, she looked curiously at Carlo who was holding back her laughter, and quietly whispered: "What's going on?"

  Carol obviously held back all the way, took a deep breath, suppressed the uncontrollable smile on his face, and said in a hypocritical sympathetic tone:

"Likeris, the ex-wife of the victim Jonny Dennison, directly exposed the identity of Detective Harry after Harry's hard work, saying that she didn't like being deceived, and left Harry a $50 punch fare, and left."

   hiss~

  Daisy gasped.

   No wonder Harry not only looked physically exhausted, but also mentally sluggish.

   It turned out that she was prostituted by a fifty-year-old aunt!

  She seems to have seen the dream of a dream-chasing boy, ruthlessly shattered by reality.

  Dean also looked at Harry sympathetically.

   Li Kelisi is not a good person. After whoring Harry, she only gave him fifty dollars to humiliate him, not even a hundred dollars. It is simply inhumane!

  Carol finished talking about the joy he had been holding back all the way, satisfied and hypocritically said: "Boss Dean, I think Harry should get more of this month's bonus. He needs some spiritual comfort from us."

   "It makes sense. I think you love Harry so much, so just give him your bonus."

   Dean smirked.

   Carlo, this guy, has also learned badly recently.

   Carlo: "."

  Cheston, who was on the side, looked at the people who were in harmony with each other with some envy.

  Before he joined the FBI, he thought he was superior to others, and finally had the opportunity to accomplish what he wanted to do since he was a child.

   As a result, reality gave him a blow.

   Less money and more affairs are used as cannon fodder, which is the portrayal of low-level detectives.

  The only ones who are really famous are those senior agents and executives who have made a fuss and used their status to befriend a lot of dignitaries and celebrities.

   "If only I could hang out with Dean."

   This idea first appeared in the mind of this immature young detective.

  He lowered his head, hesitating a little, whether he should wait until the case is over, take the initiative to find Dean, reveal his thoughts, and worry that because of the previous incident, Dean will look down on him.

   All of a sudden.

  Cheston's face was full of confusion.

  He didn't notice that a pair of eyes, with a little surprise, passed by him inadvertently.

  Evening is approaching.

  Dean, a big dog, generously ordered takeaway for everyone.

  The money on him has been handled by the Lucchese family of the New York Mafia, and he has only paid a small amount of taxes. Now there are more than 10 million US dollars left, which is enough for Dean to squander for a long time.

   May be a gourmet incentive.

   Daisy found what Dean wanted when the takeaway was delivered to the branch.

  She calls Dean to the computer:

   "Dean, I searched all of Jonny Dennison's social accounts, logged into the website, and found an online mini-game chat room where he was addicted to for a while before creating lace works!"

   "Mini game chat room?"

"Yes, it's similar to Game of Kings, but it's all more privacy-oriented. However, because it's been too long, Jonny Dennison may have cleaned up the memory. I can't find the previous chat history, but I'm deep in the folder of his computer. , found this."

As she said that, Daisy opened a computer file: "Perhaps because Jonny Dennison has many secrets, he can't tell the people around him, so he uses the computer as a notebook, and often records some of his own in hidden folders. Worries and complaints."

  The document she opened was a monologue dated more than three years ago:

   It was the first time I met someone who understood me so well.

  He is like a lighthouse in the mist, and for me, a boat that lost its direction in life, I saw the hope of land again.

  His tone of affirmation that I can succeed gave me a lot of confidence.

   There are indeed very few lace works at present.

   And find a pair of lace and observe closely, is it similar to scientific research?

   This is a very unique suggestion.

   Spending money to operate, and did not achieve any results.

  This method also has hidden dangers, and it will become a stain on my future.

   Maybe I should take this friend's advice.

   is just his internet alias, which is weird.

   Devil!

  He is such a kind person, he actually calls himself a devil.

   I guess he must have a bad past.

   If I succeed.

  Then I must ask Mr. Devil out to give him redemption and warmth.

   The only thing that confuses me is.

  When I tentatively talked about this matter, he actually said that if I can succeed, it will be a help to him.

  He is really kind!

  Thanks to the Internet for allowing me to know Mr. Devil.

   "Demon?" Dean raised his mouth.

   What an appropriate title.

  The diary left by Jonny Dennison on the computer was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise, and it also helped Dean confirm his guess.

  The miniature model murderer indeed selects targets through the Internet, and then turns these "dream chasers" who have changed their minds into his own works, so as to satisfy some of his dark desires.

  This is why he told Jonny Dennison that as long as he succeeds, it will help him.

  The seeds you sown bear fruit.

   It's delicious when you enjoy it.

   "Johnny Dennison probably left more than a thousand entries in his diary. I found this one through his frequent logins to those chat rooms. If I want to check them all, it will probably take at least one or two hours."

  Daisy pouted, looking at Dean expectantly.

so much?

  Seeing Daisy's expression, Dean said angrily, "Got it, go and eat, I'll see for myself."

   "Hee hee, Dean, that's nice of you."

  Daisy left her good card without sincerity, and rushed to the meeting room.

in a blink.

  Office, Dean was left alone.

  He lit a cigarette, began to read from the diary that Daisy had found, and flipped through it.

  Follow the modus operandi of the miniature killer.

  The next victim will appear tomorrow.

  Although Dean doesn't care about the "metabolism" of the American people, he doesn't want anyone in his jurisdiction to challenge his authority as a detective!

  If the other party doesn't know what to do, the second victim also chooses the central sub-bureau area.

  Then Dean will not be stingy and give the opponent a bullet with a pure steel warhead!

   Just as Dean was working on the case.

  On the top of a high-rise building, two figures, each standing in a bunker, holding guns, under the illumination of the rainbow lights at night, the atmosphere is subtle.

far away.

  The light beams of the giant lighthouse on the coastline pierce the sky in the dark night, leading the way for ships sailing at night.

   Shadows of shimmering light streak across the low sky.

  The figure of a passenger plane looms in the clouds, breaking the delicate atmosphere between the two.

   "Who the **** are you?"

  Among them, the black-haired young man with a thin body and an uneasy expression on his face finally exhausted his patience and spoke first.

  He thought he was hiding well.

  But the woman on the opposite side, like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of him, and told his biggest secret.

   But the other party is not from the police, so he just asked himself to go to the same place with her.

   This makes the man who has always regarded himself as a hunter very uneasy.

   There are two chapters with nearly 8,000 words, and there is another chapter, the dog thief has something to eat before coding, everyone can read it tomorrow.

   By the way, I recommend a book.

   This is written by a book friend. He was dissatisfied with the update of the dog thief.

   This is exactly the same as the dog thief two years ago when he was dissatisfied with getting out of bed twice a day and started writing a book by himself.

   Interested book friends, you can leave a message for this brother, give a recommendation ticket, or bookmark and support it.

   The dog thief took a brief look.

   This book friend definitely has writing skills, and the fact that he was able to sign a contract at the starting point when he first wrote it also shows his talent.

   Book title at link

  (end of this chapter)