New Gods of North America.

Chapter 463 Records
That night, Wayne and Inessa chose the bar that the murderer had frequented recently and began the first round of scouting.

By the way, he also brought a sturdy-looking man named Sanders to silently and politely dissuade some drunkards whose courage would intermittently swell.

The murderer had moved several times before, and the bars he frequented changed almost every time he moved.

Lina felt that the probability that there were problems with these bars was not high, but on the other hand, if the murderer stopped going there, then the possibility that his contact would not go there again was not low.

Entering the bar, the bartender saw Wayne and the other two sitting at the bar and quickly came over to greet them, "Welcome, what would our new friends like to drink tonight?"

The bar was bustling with activity at the moment. A bunch of drunks were gathered around a table, making noises and shouting. They had formed several circles around the table. Wayne craned his neck to take a peek and saw that they were playing the horse racing machine.

This era also has its own adult toys. The most common ones in bars are usually simple roulette wheels or ball shaking machines. Horse racing machines are relatively new and now have to be imported from the Kingdom of Windsor.

This thing looks like a small square box, with several parallel grooves of equal length on it, installed on the inner slope. In each groove are placed small steel balls and small racehorses of different colors with bases. At the bottom is a square shaft with a flywheel that runs across all the grooves.
After the rope is tied up and the flywheel is pulled, the square shaft hits the small steel ball, which will bounce it off. When the small steel ball hits the base under the small racing horse, it will push the small racing horse forward a short distance, and then roll down the slope.

This cycle continues. Since the small steel balls roll back and fall from different positions at different times and are hit by the square shaft at different times, the two factors combined will result in a different horse reaching the finish line first each time. There may even be a reversal of the game. It is an interesting toy that achieves randomness using purely mechanical means.

Then adults add randomness, and the location is still in the bar, so the gameplay becomes a variety of bets,
However, public gambling is prohibited, and any bets that are slightly ostentatious will be stopped by the bar staff. It is usually for entertainment purposes only, and you can't make a fortune, but the amounts are small and the excitement is palpable.

It was better if no one noticed the bar. Wayne flicked a gold coin over and said, "Give me three cups of the most popular drink you have here. No need to give me the change."

The alcohol sold in bulk is cheap, and the bartender is quite conscientious: "I don't think our beer and rum are to your taste. This whiskey is pretty good, suitable for a change of taste."

When you go out, you give yourself an identity. This time, Wayne chose a relatively low-key one:

"We are reporters from the newspaper. Have you heard about the recent 'Cathedral Attack'? We heard that the murderer named Carl often came to your bar before, and we wanted to dig up suitable materials."

The bartender raised his eyebrows and looked at Inissa's face. It was unclear whether he was complimenting or insulting her. "Such a beautiful lady with such a good temperament is actually a reporter?"

This is a bit of professional discrimination on your part. Be careful or I'll tell that professional female reporter Freddy Rounds about what you said and she'll say you made fun of her for being ugly.

Wayne had a mysterious look on his face and gestured to Inessa, "This is Miss Lowndes, the daughter of our newspaper's shareholder and a rising star in the journalistic world. She is now only one or two explosive news reports away from becoming a household name."

The bartender quickly understood what he meant, put the gold coin into his pocket, took out a few coins from his other pocket, threw them into the bar drawer, and came over:

"To be honest, the church and the police have come to inquire about his situation several times in the past few days. Carl first came two or three months ago. He comes about once a week. He basically doesn't actively communicate with others. It is said that the tips he gives are also average. In fact, there is nothing special."

Inessa quickly noticed the key point. "He basically doesn't communicate with others, but he still exists?" The bartender seemed a little surprised, and Wayne leaned forward slightly:

"The case is still under investigation, so it's hard to get relevant information. We suggest that Miss Lowndes dig up some information about the murderer's inner world for now, which can also satisfy the curiosity of the public who are paying attention to the case. For example, what kind of women the murderer likes, what kind of alcohol he drinks, these information are useless to the police, but very meaningful to us."

The bartender thought for a moment, "That Carl always drinks whiskey, which is what you are drinking now. As for communication, I only saw him communicate briefly with others a few times, and it didn't seem to be anything special."

Wayne took out a small notebook beside him and asked, "Are all the people he communicates with men?"

The bartender nodded in confusion, a little hesitantly:

"Of course, apart from the waiters and performers, the rest of the women you see in the bar are mostly the men's female companions. He doesn't take the initiative to communicate with others, and even if there are occasional female customers alone, he won't chat them up."

As Wayne wrote, he deliberately muttered to himself, "The murderer prefers to communicate with men... In terms of sexual orientation, she is not blindly following secular ideas... She has the courage and persistence to walk alone in this world..."

The bartender seemed to have never seen this kind of game before, and his eyes widened slightly.

But Wayne ignored him and continued to ask: "Do you remember the appearance of the men he talked to? If it involves personal privacy, we can only describe the appearance characteristics in the report."

The bartender was really hesitant now. "The people who have talked to him are basically regular customers of the bar. If you write like this, it will affect the business of our bar..."

Wayne seemed very calm, waiting with his pen in hand:

"So there are relatively unfamiliar guests? Can you mainly talk about those people? Don't worry, we are professional reporters and will only record the truth and objective content, and will not make up anything."

The bartender was obviously skeptical of Wayne's words, but for the sake of the gold coin, he still thought about it:
"There were only two relatively unfamiliar people inside. One of them was a man of rather burly build, with a short beard and blue eyes, and looked like a Hans.

"Another gentleman was wearing a windbreaker and had not taken off his hat. He seemed to be looking for someone in the bar. When he found out he had found the wrong person, he left quickly without even buying a drink."

The beard could be a disguise... but it seems more professional to just leave after a short contact...

Wayne continued to maintain his character while thinking: "According to insiders, the murderer is obsessed with masculine physical features and has no resistance to mysterious people of the same sex... It seems that a different kind of friendship has been born because of this..."

Having written this, Wayne raised his head again, and the bartender opposite him quickly shrank his neck.
Wayne's smile remained unchanged. "Can you describe those two gentlemen in more detail? Any specific details will do. Also, did they only come into contact with the murderer once? Did they come again at other times?"

(End of this chapter)