Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 69 69. "Persuasion"

Dawn pierces the darkness, and a bright fish-belly white appears on the skyline.

Still wearing the professional suit, Bud Burton dragged his exhausted body back to 130 West Ninth Street.

crunch--

Door open.

"I'm back, baby!"

With a bright smile on Bud's fair and handsome face, he stood at the door with open arms.

But he waited for a full half a minute, and no soft-spoken wife came out to hug him warmly, put her face on his chest, and felt the body temperature and heartbeat.

He was greeted only by the darkness and the dead hall.

Bud was right at the door, looking at the appallingly empty hall, his lips were trembling, and his face was frighteningly white.

"It's gone."

He untied the tie that was suffocating him, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down in a daze, covered his face, shrugged his shoulders, and sobbed silently twice.

Jingle Bell.

The phone next to the TV rang suddenly.

Bud wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, suppressed his heartbreak, and walked over to answer the phone.

"Good morning, Mr. Bud Burton?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"I'm Carl from LVPD. We have found some suspects. I hope you can come to LVPD to identify them."

"Thank you, Officer Carl, I'll be right there."

Bud hung up the phone and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up.

bang bang.

The knocking sounded again.

"Are you?" Bud looked at the young Asian face outside the cat's eyes, feeling a little confused for a moment.
"I'm Dean Lu. I was here with Thomas and Officer Carl last night."

"Oh, I have a little impression."

"It's like this. I found a very important clue. I think it is necessary to discuss it with you in advance. Is it convenient for you to see it?"

"But Karl from LVPD just called and asked me to identify the suspect in the bureau."

"Let's talk first, soon."

Dean entered the room and sat down in front of the sofa, looking into the bloodshot eyes of the man who was preparing the hot coffee.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Go to a hotel in the city for one night," Bud handed the coffee to Dean, sat down beside him, looked at the dark TV, and said sadly, "To tell you the truth, I changed the bed. , and without Carter by my side, I really can't sleep."

"But for a long time to come, you have to endure this unaccustomed." Dean picked up the coffee and blew on the hot air, looked at Bud with piercing eyes, observing his posture: his sitting posture is not like most men The legs are also spread apart, but the knees are very close together; his upper arm is very close to the ribs, and the forearm is turned outwards, which is different from the opening of the upper arm of ordinary men, and the forearm is buckled outward...

“你很爱您的夫人。”

"Carter is the center of my life and the driving force of my struggle. I work desperately and hard to let her and our future love crystallize live a good life, but now that she is gone, these are meaningless."

Bud looked ashamed, and there was no trace of acting at all.

Dean took a sip of his coffee, steaming smoke brushed his cheeks, his eyes narrowed into a line, shooting out a sharp light like a blade,
"Mr. Bud Burton, since you love Carter so much, why did you neglect her and cheat on her?"

After the words fell, there was a second of silence in the hall, and the harmonious atmosphere around the sofa suddenly became sharp and biting.

"Cheating? Mr. Dean, this joke is not funny at all."

Bud's cheeks twitched, his neck stiffened and he showed a fake and stiff smile.

Dean calmly inspected the man's awkward expression, shook his head,

"I don't like going around, so I'll tell you straight. I've got enough evidence that your marriage to Carter is just a dead one. You've been married to her for three years, but you often leave her behind on the excuse of working overtime. Alone, fooling around outside until late at night before returning home."

"Where did you hear these lies, this is slander, be careful, I will sue you!" Bud's face flushed with blood, and he stood up as if offended, his right hand was tucked in front of his chest, and his palm was facing Dean like a chicken paw Violently thrown out.

Dean didn't give him any chance to refute, and took a step closer to him, forcing him to back away from the corner,

“谎言从何而来？卡特亲口告诉我的。”

"It's impossible, Carter is gone, don't play tricks!" Bud blushed and shook his hands, the coffee in the cup spilled on the floor, and the carpet was stained black by the steaming heat, "Get out of my house immediately, I Call the police!"

"After entering this house last night, I had a dream." Dean ignored the man's rebuttal, and kept scolding like a machine gun in his mouth. "In the dream, Carter complained tearfully about your neglect of her and your betrayal." Behavior."

"You keep saying that you love her more than life, but at the last moment of her life, you are unwilling to confess to her frankly."

"Bud Burton, you are a cheating liar."

Pfft!
Bud, unable to retreat, slid and sat on the ground against the corner of the wall, his whole body was limp like a squid whose bones had been removed, tears slid down his pale cheeks, and wet the collar of his shirt.

Heavy breathing in the hall.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his red eyes, and looked at Dean with a face full of fear, as if he was looking at a ghost that came out of hell, "You, where did you know?"

"I said, Carter told me in a dream, don't you believe me? She also told me a lot of little secrets between you and your husband, listen carefully—"

"You have deposited a five-year time deposit in the bank in Carter's name..."

"You hate apples so much."

"You have to read a book for half an hour every day before going to bed."

……

Dean spoke in one breath for 2 minutes.

Bud opened his mouth wide, his expression was as wonderful as a grand firework, the suspicion at the beginning became uncertain,

"But why you? Why didn't Carter tell me himself?"

"Do you think everyone can communicate in a dream?" Dean's expression and tone returned to calm, and he looked down at the man, "I can do it, but you are just an ordinary person, you can only listen to me."

"Do you still want to refute now?"

The dream, the wife who left, and a series of unbelievable topics made Dibbard's mind a mess.

He took a deep breath, ruffled his short hair frantically,
"You're right, I'm a shameless bastard, I shouldn't have dated other women without telling Carter. But I never played with her feelings, and until now, she is still the person I love the most."

"It's just that we are no longer a simple relationship between a man and a woman." Bud looked up at the empty kitchen in the distance, and his tone suddenly became gentle and guilty. "I can't leave her, and she can't leave me...We are dependent on each other. family."

"Don't change the subject, why don't you want to give Carter daily comfort." Dean asked,
Bud looked up at him,
"But I did everything else! And you know what? There are five different ways to express love, and my love for Carter is just missing one of them."

"Five ways of expressing love?" Dean knuckled his knuckles, squatting down with a strange expression, "Let me hear your opinion."

"The first is words of praise, words of positivity and expressions of love."

Bud's voice is calm and powerful, eager to prove himself,
"The second is an act of devotion, expressing love through actions and accomplishing certain things, such as caring, liking, striving..."

"The third is material expression, sending various gifts to the other party that can make her feel loved;
"The fourth is effective time, spend your own time to focus on the person you love, or the other person spends time focusing on you without interruption;"

"The fifth is physical contact, literally."

"I have been with Carter for seven years and we have been married for three years. I am so familiar with her that I have long since lost passion and intimacy. It is also my fault that I don't know how to cherish. I always avoid using the fifth way to approach her. Show love."

"But the first four: hugs, kisses, caring and considerate words, gifts, companionship... For so many years, day after day, year after year, I have always expressed this to Carter without interruption."

Bud muttered,
"The love between me and Carter is not the love of lovers, but the love of spirit and soul."

A soft but firm voice echoed in the room.

For the first time, Dean felt that the sissy had become a little manly.

"Well, the five expressions of love are very interesting theories." Dean clapped his hands and stood up again, "But don't you think this is just an excuse to move yourself, don't you know that the love that Carter wants most is the first How many kinds?"

Bud gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of hope, "I was wrong. I lost her, and I realized that I was wrong. So can you help me reconnect with her, I will pay, and I am willing to pay!"

Dean's eyelids twitched, and his heart fluttered for a moment, but thinking of Carter's attitude of resolutely leaving in the end, he shook his head,
"Sorry, there's nothing I can do. And Carter doesn't want to meet you liar."

Bud lowered his head silently.

"But Carter has a wish. She wants the murderer to be punished! If you feel guilty, then help her catch the real murderer."

When Bud looked up, his expression lifted,
"I swear to God! I will do everything in my power to get justice for her."

Dean felt that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he nodded,
"Carter has already told me about the murderer. She is a woman who is six feet three (1 meters) tall and weighs close to two hundred pounds. She has a strong build and a low voice. The most important point is that before killing Carter, the murderer said something 'You only belong to her', she killed Carter for you..."

"The murderer knows you."

Bud, who was sitting in the corner, frowned and thought for two seconds, his face paled like a sudden illness,
"So the murderer is your cheating partner?" Dean asked,
Bud's facial features were twisted into a ball, and he smashed his fist hard on the floor like a collapse, his face was blue and white, showing a struggling expression.

"Even if you don't say it now, the cops can find the murderer with a little time." Dean's face turned cold, and his tone was full of sarcasm, "But your promise is bullshit, what are the five expressions of love, why do you love Carter?"

"Stop it! I'm telling you!"

Bud slumped against the corner,
"The murderer was a Rosanne Tunney I knew, the bartender at the bar on West 12th Street, and I'd been dating her for a year."

Dean glanced at the soaring investigation progress, nodded,
"Why did she kill Carter and say that?"

"She always wanted me to divorce and be with her," Bud recalls. "But I couldn't do that. I have a wonderful family and I will raise children with Carter in the future."

"Why doesn't Rosie go directly to Carter for a showdown, jealousy is worth killing?"

"She knows that I can't agree, and she is that kind of character, possessive and amazing in action." Bud paused angrily, and shouted with grief, "Although I like her, she must kill Carter." Pay the price."

"Are you ready to kill your relatives?" Dean glanced at the system. After an open and honest negotiation with Bud, the investigation progress has reached 80.00%, and now everything is ready, "Wipe your tears and follow me Let's go to the LVPD together and tell everyone about the suspect."

"But remember, if you don't want to be regarded as a lunatic, don't talk about dreaming."

"Can I meet Carter?"

"I said that I can't help you, but if you keep your promise, maybe one day in the future she will take the initiative to contact you."

……

Dean drove Bud Burton to the LVPD in the Bronco.

"Hi Dean."

"Hi Karen."

Dean kept saying hello to his acquaintances all the way, and found the office of the fifth group on the second floor.

Holden Ford in a shirt, Karl Rand in a towel, and several other police officers are sitting around a conference table enjoying a steaming breakfast and coffee.

Everyone looked sluggish, their hair was greasy and split, and the whites of their eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that they hadn't slept all night.

Holden points to a series of pictures of criminals holding up placards on a whiteboard,
"Mr. Bard, you came at the right time. We have found photos of 35 suspects from the archives. Come here to help see if anyone looks familiar."

"No need, gentlemen of the police."

Bud shook his head, his eyes swept over the crowd, hesitation flashed in his eyes, but when he turned his head and saw Dean's eyes, he swallowed,
"I already know who the murderer is? I'll take you to catch her right away. She should be in the bar now."

"What?"

The originally sluggish police officers regained their spirits, and their faces turned red as if they had been spat with chicken blood.
"Pfft-"

Carl, who took a sip of coffee, was so surprised that he instantly turned into a jet machine and sprayed his mouthful of coffee onto the wall of the office, forming a large ugly brown streak.

"Cough cough, cough cough!"

"Hey, team leader, when did you get throat cancer?" A police officer with a big nose slapped him on the back, "I can choke on saliva!"

Karl glared at him angrily, his flushed face finally returned to normal, he let out a long breath,

"Mr. Bud Burton, stop kidding. I don't recall us telling you anything about the criminal. Our investigation is only getting a little better. How could you know the identity of the murderer in advance?"

"Dean found me for a chat in the morning, and then we discovered several important details that had been overlooked before."

Bud introduced the relationship between the suspect and himself.

The group of people immediately cast their surprised eyes on the young and immature Dean, an out-and-out rookie, how can he persuade this man to spit out the news about his cheating girlfriend?

Facing a group of questioning eyes, Dean's expression was calm.

"What are you waiting for?!"

Holden draped the suit over his shoulders chicly,
"Let's start arresting people right away, Bud will take a car with me, and explain what's going on,"

"Call the slackers who are sleeping in the toilet, we must not let the suspect escape!"

After a short discussion arrangement.

A group of people left the police station building resolutely, got into five police SUVs, and set off towards the colorful bar on West 12th Street.

(End of this chapter)