Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 73 73. Confused Behavior
An empty detention room.

Abby in the blue shirt was handcuffed and was sitting alone on a narrow chair in the middle of the room. When Dean came in, a look of excitement appeared on her disturbed face.

"Dean, I remember your words, I didn't answer any questions before the lawyer came..."

"Very well, listen Abby, I want to help you." Dean nodded and walked in front of her, propped his hands on the table, leaned down to look into her eyes, "but first I need you to answer a few questions honestly."

Abby Chick nodded like pecking rice.

"Where were you four days ago, that is, Saturday afternoon, September NO.20?"

"I'm home," said Abby's handcuffed hands, grabbing Dean's hand like a drowning man at straws, "I've been sick for a whole week, lying in bed recuperating, with no door open. Yes, Batistuta and Raj can testify for me."

Dean observed her expression carefully, and it didn't look like she was pretending or acting at all. However, after the popular science of the police officers, Dean was not legally blind. far less than other evidence.

In court, the judge and jury will definitely take the LVPD's various laboratory reports and surveillance video evidence.

"Are you sure you remember correctly? Didn't you drive Bucky Fran to the park on your bicycle that afternoon? Abby, I'm on your side... If you have any scruples, just say so, I'll keep it a secret for you .”

"I haven't been to Booker Park since high school, and I just met Bucky Fran for the first time today, how could I kill him for no reason?" Abby denied very decisively,

"Then what's the matter with your illness?"

"Dizziness, chest tightness, lethargy, and fever from time to time." Abby said with a pitiful face, "but the family doctor showed me that I just had a cold and inflammation, and there was no major problem. I'm resting at home."

"What about the day of the incident?"

"I was burning out of my mind that day."

"Is it better now?"

"It's much better... I haven't had a fever for two days," Abby said, "but I still have a little loss of appetite."

Dean nodded, let go of her hand, took a glass of water,

"Drink some water to take a breath, continue to wait for the lawyer, and then mention the family doctor to him, and you should get a favorable evidence. Now I have to go out and see you after I finish my business."

"Dean...I, I didn't kill anyone, trust me, okay?" Abby got up from her seat, blushing and shouted at his back,
"I believe you are innocent," Dean didn't look back, "but this is the police station, we have nothing to say, and we must pay attention to evidence."

"I'll do my best to help you find evidence."

Dean's voice paused, and the victim's extremely tragic death flashed in his mind, and he opened the door and left.

……

Leaving the LVPD, Dean got into Holden's co-pilot and drove to the east block.

"Have you gained anything?" Holden asked.
Dean shook his head, "What do you think of her, does she look like a perfect liar?"

"My intuition tells me that Abby was wronged." A trace of confusion flashed in Holden's eyes, "But the evidence doesn't lie, so it can only be people behind the scenes."

……

The police car arrived at the destination. The Black Jack Bar, which is less than half an hour away from the park where the crime occurred, has a retro-style signboard and exterior walls.

Four police officers entered the cowboy gate one after another.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, the bartender in a black waistcoat was flicking his wrists in front of the bar to practice fancy bartending. A middle-aged man in a floral shirt with long hair and a goatee was standing by the bar, smoking a cigarette, alone Throw darts.

Under the dim light exudes the temperament of a decadent artist.

"Hi Jack."

"Old friend, long time no see, have a drink?"

The man came over and gave Carl a warm hug,

"Drinking is free during working hours. Let's talk about something serious. Kruger mentioned it to you at the bar before." Carl sat in front of the bar. "Let me confirm again. Four days ago, the night before the 4th The short-haired girl in the white tracksuit ever came here?"

Carl took out a photo and handed it to Jack.

"That's right, it was her. I was standing here throwing darts and thinking about life by the way. This bar has lasted for 20 years, but I am a stubborn old man who can't keep up with the times and can't think of new things that attract people. The business is getting better and better. It's getting worse, and it's time to close down soon..." The bar owner made a dejected joke, returned the photo, glanced at the four of them,
"I was sad when a 'tomboy' entered the door—among a bunch of old men and middle-aged women, a high school student with a tender appearance suddenly broke in, which really impressed me, and I still remember it to this day new."

Jack threw a dart and hit the bull's-eye,

"The surveillance from that day is still there?" Carl asked,

"Well, the tape hasn't been washed off yet." Jack snuffed out the cigarette butt, led the crowd through the front hall, and came to the monitoring room near the back kitchen. Enter.

Dean and the three police officers leaned in front of the screen, and soon saw the scene described by Jack.

"It's Abby from the side view!"

The young female high school student walked aimlessly around the corridor in front of the bar several times, looking left and right as if looking for something.

Dean found that her white sports jacket did not have a LOGO, but had three vertical bars on the side of the sleeves, which was very unique in shape.

Abby suddenly raised her head and glanced at the surveillance camera, her youthful and ordinary face appeared on the screen.

But in this day and age, the surveillance equipment is not clear enough to hear voices or see facial expressions.

It can only be roughly confirmed that it is Abby. She stared at the surveillance camera on her back and stared blankly for three seconds.

"What is she doing? Why is she staring at the surveillance camera?"

Dean pressed pause, frowned,

"It's easy to understand. I just committed a heinous crime..." Carl folded his arms around his chest, "I'm guilty of being a thief, so I will pay special attention to the monitoring equipment around me."

Dean released the pause, and the video continued——

On the screen, Abby went straight to the bar owner, looked up at the monitor again, and then chatted with Jack.

"What did she talk to you about?"

Carl paused the video and asked his old friend,

"A rookie with a swollen face to make a fat man, a shy and dull girl, asked me to give her a glass of whiskey," Jack shook his head and sighed, "But I am a law-abiding citizen, how could I use alcohol to poison young people, I directly refused her. "

"That makes sense." Holden pondered, "Abby just committed a felony, so she came to the bar to relieve her nervousness."

"There are data to prove that after committing a crime for the first time, many people will drink some alcohol to anesthetize themselves to escape the condemnation of conscience."

Jack heard a trace of hesitation on his face,
"When I was chatting with her, I noticed a detail—her cuffs and neckline were dyed red. I have lived for more than 40 years, and I still have a little vision. I think it is blood."

Speaking of this, Jack frowned and twisted his left wrist, "I asked her if she was injured, and if she needed to be sent to the hospital, contact her family or a doctor."

On the screen, Jack reached out and grabbed Abby's wrist, but the latter struggled a few times and shook off the man's hand.

"She rejected my offer, turned around and went out the door. She made me feel weird at the time, but I can't tell what was wrong."

……

"Wait, what's the matter with your hand?" Dean's eyes were attracted by the twisted wrist of the bar owner Jack. There was a half-finger-long crescent-shaped wound between the left wrist and the tiger's mouth. Too serious, the bleeding has stopped, but the bright red flesh and blood can be seen inside.

"The little girl scratched me with her nails when she shook off my hand. It hurt a lot and bled a lot, but it's okay now." Jack explained casually, but Dean felt a kind of Strong sense of familiarity.

He had seen similar wrist scars before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

But as they thought about it, the investigation progress suddenly jumped from 5.00% to [-]%.

"So this scar is an important clue?"

Next, Jack switched to a videotape.

Footage of the outside hallway of the bar on September 9th.

Everyone fast-forwarded the time to between 7:05 and 7:10 in the evening—after Abby left the bar, she took off her white sportswear with traces of blood, and threw it into an invisible corner of the corridor. in something.

She showed off a white sportswear vest, but she was too thin to be worth seeing.

"There's a litter box on the side?"

"Ah."

"Has it been cleaned?"

Holden suddenly pressed the pause button, looked at the bar owner,

Jack showed a naughty smile, "You guys are really lucky. My bar only disposes of garbage once a week, and the garbage truck will come tomorrow. If there is no accident, this dress should still be in the garbage bin!"

"Intern, here is your chance to show yourself." Holden suddenly patted Dean on the shoulder, "Be sure to find this important evidence!"

Carl and Kruger also looked over expectantly and respectfully.

"I'm going to dig through the trash can?" Dean grinned,

"What's the matter, afraid of being dirty and tired? Didn't we ask us to exercise more, didn't you swear to clear up Abby's grievances, even such a small crime can't stand it?" Carl raised his double chin in disappointment, "So you And just a good-talking 'master speaker'."

"Stop talking, can't I go?"

Dean admitted defeat and left the monitoring room.

The three continued to watch the video in reverse. After Abby threw away her sportswear, she walked towards the hotel area on the bustling street to the west.

"Going to a hotel? Why don't you go home or hide? Abby's actions are really confusing." Holden pondered, "But guys, we're busy again."

"Jack, I took these two videotapes with me." Carl raised his hand towards his old friend,

"You are a policeman, you have the final say. But can you reveal a little insider information?" Jack shook his long hair at the back of his head and asked curiously, "What crime did this girl commit? Based on my rich experience, She was weird, but she didn't look like a bad girl."

"Curiosity killed the cat." Carl put the videotape into a file bag and packed it up. "Open your bar honestly. Don't ask too many questions."

……

Dean came to the trash can and confirmed that there was no one around, and he was not in the surveillance range.

Summon "Shadow" to activate thought power.

The lid of the trash can automatically flew away without wind, and an invisible force rummaged through the trash.

Dean endured the musty and rotten smell of the food, and activated the God's perspective to command Nianli. In less than 5 minutes, Nianli floated in front of him with a sports coat covered in unknown liquid and colorful stains.

The three stripes on the sleeves are white!
Matches Abby's outfit.

Dean put the clothes into evidence plastic bags and looked them over carefully, but he still didn't come to any conclusions.

The system shook violently, and the investigation progress inexplicably jumped from 15.00% to [-]%.

"The tracksuit is as important a clue as the scar?"

"Well, take it back and test it."

Not long after, the three of Holden took the video tape and walked out of the corridor, looking at Dean with surprise in his eyes,

"That's right, your ability to rummage through garbage dumps is better than that of a tramp, and you found the evidence, and your body is not dirty at all."

Dean gave the three of them a middle finger and put away their clothes.

"Where are you going now?"

“West Side Inn hotel area.”

……

Night falls.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the police car drove from the dimly lit bar to the brightly lit and bustling street.

Dean and Holden find the first IKEA hotel on the street, while Carl and Kruger go to the other side of the street to investigate.

Holden walked into the hotel lobby, found the beautiful blond receptionist and directly identified himself, showing his ID,
"Four days ago, you were on duty on the night of September NO.20?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Did you see her then?"

Holden showed a photo of Abby in a white tracksuit,

The girl looked at it carefully for a while, then shook her head,
"Sorry, there are too many guests every night, I really can't remember."

"Are you registered? Abby Clark."

"The night four days ago?" The front desk flipped through the thick booklet, "No such name."

"Can I see your surveillance video?"

"I have to ask the manager."

The process went smoothly. Holden chatted with the middle-aged man who came after him for a while, and then was invited to the monitoring room.

Dean became envious. FBI certificates are not commonly used. If you go out for investigations, bring a certificate, even if it is a fake certificate, it will be much more convenient!
In the monitoring room, the two found the surveillance video on 9.20, switched to after 10:[-] p.m., and found the target in less than [-] minutes——

Wearing white sweatpants, sneakers, and a close-fitting vest, Abby wandered aimlessly in the hotel's lobby for several times, and did not find the front desk to register for a room.

"Although I can't see the expression clearly, I think Abby is hesitating in her heart, and she is struggling." Holden analyzed it seriously.

Abby walked near the front desk, suddenly looked up at the camera, and watched it several times.

Through the surveillance video, the two could clearly see her face.

"Now I'm 100% sure." Dean's face was serious. "Abby is not nervous, she is just looking at the camera on purpose so that the camera can capture herself. She also behaved the same way in the Black Jack bar."

"It doesn't make any sense at all." Holden tugged at his tie. "If she regrets committing a crime, she deliberately let the camera capture herself and let us follow the clues to catch her."

"Then why she was not beaten to death and pleaded not guilty when she was brought back to the LVPD, but instead kept making sophistry, never admitting to her actions that day."

Dean couldn't figure it out either.

On the one hand, Abby seems to deliberately let the camera capture her state after committing a crime.

On the other hand, she behaved during the LVPD interrogation as if she knew nothing about the crime.

These two behaviors are completely contradictory in logic.

Puzzling.

……

The recording continues.

After patrolling the camera for a few laps, Abby turned and left the hotel lobby.

"She didn't enter the hotel for accommodation at all, she just wanted the surveillance equipment to capture her!" Dean emphasized again,
"It doesn't make sense."

Holden silently put away the surveillance video tape, put another video tape of the hotel's exterior wall into the device, and started watching it.

Dean glanced at his watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and the process of flipping through the surveillance video was not as ups and downs as in the movies and TV dramas, and the level of boredom and dullness was far beyond imagination.

Even with the blessing of Iron Man talent, Dean couldn't help yawning.

"At least a dozen videos have to be looked at, and I must stay up late tonight, intern, you should go back and rest first," Holden stared at his bloodshot eyes, "Tomorrow we have more important tasks for you."

"OK, I will leave the clothes to you, if you find any important discoveries, please let me know!"

Dean handed the plastic bag to Holden, filtering today's experience in his mind.

In addition to discovering Abby's series of deceptive behaviors deliberately swaying in the surveillance video.

The ones that are a little bit useful are the sportswear he dug out despite the stench, and the scar on the bar owner's wrist.

Scars and tracksuits, both of which can set the course of events, are clues that cannot be ignored.

"I must have seen similar scars somewhere. Go back and look through the records from God's perspective."

……

(End of this chapter)