Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 101 101. Entrustment of a Lawyer

The first day of 1981 happened to be the weekend. Dean kept his promise and contacted barrister Lucville to sign an employment contract, waiting for the other party to arrange a commission.

The next day he had another guest.

by the dining table.

"You have been rested for two months, and the New Year is over. When will you return to the game? Carl and the others miss you." Holden clumsily picked up a fork covered with red oil and decorated with red oil with chopsticks. The noodles with tender green scallions, the ecstasy of spicy food makes the mouth salivate wildly, and the face turns red.

"Don't worry...I still want to continue to rest." Dean breathed out the noodles, and with another event channel, he wouldn't have to work for Lvpd for free.

"That's fine. But you owe me a favor in Abby's case. Last time I helped you investigate the information about the Gru Stone family." Holden put down his chopsticks and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took out a napkin He blew his nose, "It's your turn to pay the debt, show me the so-called supernatural phenomenon."

"Haven't you given up on this idea?" Dean took a sip of the spicy noodle soup and grinned comfortably, "Isn't it good to be an FBI honestly, and you will have no regrets if you step into this path."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have talked to Alvin specifically during this time, I have fully accepted his explanation about ghosts, and I am mentally prepared." The man's expression was firm, but his lips, which were rosy and swollen from the heat, looked a little ridiculous .

……

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle!
The phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

"Hello, Lawyer Lucville."

……

"Well, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Dean looked at his companion behind him in surprise,
"Has your mouth been kissed by the god of death? Someone will die as soon as you ask for it. Follow up, maybe you can help you realize your wish today."

……

Dean packed his psychic suit with an official document, put on a black business suit, and drove Holden to the French law firm listed in Lucville, a small law firm with a total of less than twenty a lawyer.

The two went upstairs and entered the office to find the master.

"Is this the LVPD police officer?" The lawyer looked at Holden, feeling strangely familiar.
"Oh, a friend of mine, Holden Ford, is interested in the case and cooperates with me to do some investigation. Don't worry, you don't need to pay extra, and he is absolutely trustworthy."

The lawyer nodded, shook Holden's hand, and handed over a few pages of information, "You two, time is money, let's make a long story short.

"Joan Cartree, a 30-year-old woman, is engaged in a special occupation in Las Vegas..."

Dean opened the file and looked at it carefully.

In the upper right corner is a half-length photo of a woman with slightly curly black long hair, fair skin, three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, and a plump bust that makes people imagine.

The technological content is not low.

……

"What do you mean by special occupation?" Dean asked knowingly,
There was a trace of hesitation on Lukeville's fat face, and he described it like this,

"Provide high-end enjoyment for high-end Las Vegas customers."

"On call?" Dean was stunned and surprised, "Didn't Las Vegas have already banned it?"

Regardless of the well-developed gaming industry in casinos, laws have been issued many years ago to prohibit another industry that does not separate families.

Lucville nodded,

"So Joan Cartri is just an escort in the casino, and only accepts big clients."

"Are you one of her clients too?"

"Hey, don't make such a joke..." The lawyer's fat face twitched, he patted Dean's shoulder hard, and said seriously, "I have a wife and a pair of children, and my family is happy and happy. I have never been contaminated with such bad habits. , not to mention that I don't want to have my license revoked and my job lost."

"Okay, sorry."

"Come back to business, she has a good reputation in the escort industry, and there are almost no bad reviews. It has been peaceful for several years, but something went wrong last week, and one of Joan's clients died in the hotel room."

Dean took the coffee and took a sip.
"The guest's name is Jayne Harden. He has a unique taste and is more open-minded. He likes to be a servant and be 'taught' by others." Lucville took a sip of his coffee, and his face was a little bit dumbfounded, "so I prepared a mess in advance. tools such as hanging ropes, blindfolds, and whips.”

Lucville paused, and his two chubby hands moved nimbly on the desk, restoring the scene at that time.

"Joan explained to me that she was taking a shower in the bathroom at the time, and probably the man thought she took too long to wash, so he couldn't wait to play role-playing in the bedroom, put on a blindfold, stand on a chair, and put her neck in a blackmail .”

"As a result, the man accidentally kicked over the chair and hung himself in the air."

"Joan came out of the bathroom, and the man had stopped breathing. She immediately rescued him and called the police, but he still couldn't save him."

Lucville handed over a photo, a 40-year-old white-skinned man wearing only a pair of underwear and showing his fat body. headgear.

It looked like a fat pig about to be slaughtered by scalding its fur with boiling water.

……

"People in Las Vegas really know how to play."

Following the description, Dean imagined the scene at that time, and couldn't help smiling,
"But the level of the story is too low. How can there be such a coincidence in the world? You put your neck in the rope, and it happened by accident?"

"I also thought it was ridiculous at first, so I made a special investigation." The barrister nodded helplessly. "Joan Cartrix is ​​innocent. Except for the incident of being arrested the day before yesterday, there is no bad record in the file..."

"The deceased had maintained a long-standing lover relationship with Joan and had always spoken well of Joan."

"The most important point is that the deceased was six-foot-three and obese, while Jones was petite, five-foot-three, and weighed less than 90 pounds. How do you get a guy who weighs nearly twice as much as yourself on it?"

"It's obviously not normal. So, I believe she was wronged..." Lucqueville said, "I try to clear her name."

Dean and Holden looked at each other and nodded.

"It's a pity that the family of the deceased hated Joan to the bone, and decided that she was a murderer, and spent a lot of money to hire a barrister to convict Joan." Lucville looked expectantly at his newly recruited companion,
"I need strong evidence to make Joan innocent. If you can create a possibility out of the impossible to save Abby, then maybe you can also find evidence and give her a hand."

Lucville clenched his fists, a golden light flashed in his eyes,
"According to the contract, as long as you accept the commission, no matter whether you succeed or not, you will have a basic remuneration of [-] knives. If you can find important evidence to exonerate the client, then [-] knives will belong to you."

[-] is close to the current annual per capita income, and Dean couldn't help but be moved.
"This lady is so generous."

"If this money can avoid 20 years of imprisonment, it's definitely a good deal." The fat man looked at Dean with piercing eyes, "I won't force you to take the case, you can judge for yourself whether she is worth it or not."

"Don't think about it, I'll take it, but I don't make any promises." Dean replied, and a prompt flashed before his eyes—

You trigger the new event "Hotel Mystery".

A man with unique tastes dies in a hotel room, and the prime suspect is his girlfriend, Joan Cartree.

You need to find conclusive evidence of her crime, or clear her name and return her innocence.

Event Difficulty: Easy

Progress (0/100)

Duration: three days

Reward: 60 experience
Penalty: None…

……

The fat lawyer said vigorously, "I've already made an appointment, and I'm going to see Joan at the detention center tomorrow?"

"Okay, give me the information of the deceased and the hotel room number where he died first." Dean felt the temperature of the plank in his arms, "I'll go to the scene of the crime and I have a hunch and missing clues. "

(End of this chapter)