Chapter 123 I like to tell the truth (additional update for ‘Make Salted Fish on the Other Side of the Coin’)

Camille was half surprised and half happy: "So you look like this. The mask last time scared me. By the way, Mr. Dean, why did you appear here? Could it be?"

She seemed to realize something was wrong and subconsciously took a step back.

Dean took out the police badge speechlessly: "I am a detective from the Detective Bureau. Come to find Yang Di. Are you her classmate?"

See the police badge.

I heard Yang Di's name again.

Camille breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I am Yang Di's roommate. She is in a bad state now, so she comes to visit her."

She thought Dean had found this place after following her.

Now it seems that it is because of the disgusting thing that Yang Di encountered.

Open the door.

Camille pointed to the inner room: "Yang Di's parents are working outside and will not come back until after nine o'clock in the evening. Yang Di just fell asleep. If possible, Detective Dean, can she sleep for a while?"

"I'm not in a hurry." Dean glanced around the room and stopped on a pile of iron cages in the corner, and then said inadvertently: "Camille, I thought you were a high school student before, but I didn't expect you to be Yang Di's classmate. Speaking of which, the reputation of that school does not seem to be very good."

"There is no choice. I don't like to study. My family has no money, so I can only get a college degree." Camille was very open-minded: "And pharmacy is also quite interesting. I plan to switch to a veterinary school in the future."

Said.

She looked at Dean with a sly look: "By the way, you just said that I am like a high school student and praised me for being sweet and cute on the phone. You won't like a little girl of fifteen or sixteen, it's a very dangerous thing."

Although some states in America can intermarry.

But not Los Angeles.

California's current law is: If an adult male engages in an act of X with a minor aged 14 to 17, it is illegal even if both parties voluntarily.

Either go to jail or pay.

Every time you tell me, every time you get it.

There are often men who can't control their lower body, and the little girls take the opportunity to blackmail.

"Camille, you're slandering a young and excellent detective." Dean rolled his eyes: "And I don't lack a partner."

"But you said before that you were going to confess your love to the goddess whom you had been secretly in love for many years." Camille was a little dissatisfied.

"That's teaching my little brother to pick up girls."

Dean stopped the topic: "Since your classmate is sleeping, is it not convenient for you to answer some of my questions?"

Camille sat on the sofa, raised his feet, revealing his slender thighs wearing thick white cashmere stockings: "Ask, Yang Di and I have a good relationship and know very well about that disgusting thing. We should be able to help you."

Dean organized the language before speaking: "Because the school did not have a good evaluation of Yang Di, I want to know her first."

"They are farting!" Camille's face showed disgust: "It must be the old guy Attormani. He is so old, but he ignores his family and has an ambiguous relationship with that bitch Sophie, so he slanders Yang Di like this."

"Atomani? Is the professor who threatens Yangdi?"

"Yes, I saw Sophie biting him in that Atommany's car!" Camil paused and added:

"By the way, Sophie is the instructor who invited Yang Di to join the Silver Party.

I was not here at that time, and Yang Di rarely contacted others. He was not clear about these things. He was squeezed by those self-deprecating stinky bitches and followed them.

By the time I returned to the dormitory, it was too late.

Fortunately, that bitch Sophie is missing.

I really hope she died outside!"

She was obviously very unhappy with Sophie. Even in front of Dean, the detective, she directly said that she hoped Sophie would die outside.

Dean withdrew his gaze that had been observing Camille's expression and posture: "Sophie has used this trick on many girls?"

"Absolutely, I've talked about this to Yang Di before.

But she was too timid and dared not offend others. In addition, it was daytime again, and there were many girls there, so she thought it would be fine.

She didn't know that those bitches had encountered these things before, but they chose to degenerate themselves and were particularly looking forward to others' encountering the same things as them.

It’s like making others as unfortunate as them, so they don’t have to worry that others will look at them with strange eyes.”

The more Camille spoke, he became more and more angry. He pulled his fists with both hands, and the face of his childhood face turned red as if he had drunk too much wine.

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly.

Camille is hiding his problems!

Dean stood up, and in Camille's surprised gaze, he approached her, stared at her flickering panic eyes, and repeated: "Sophie has used this trick on many girls?"

Camille wants to back off.

But behind her was the backrest of the sofa.

Camille could not avoid it, but could only close his eyes tremblingly, and said in horror: "Don't do this, I'm afraid."

Because it's too close.

The girl's unique sweet and glutinous breath hit Dean's face, with a little heat, and the girl's eyes closed and panic-like look was very attractive.

Dean's eyes were cold:

"Since entering the house, you used psychological hints to me no less than three times, tried to lure me twice, answered my questions, and used the montage narrative method in habit.

My patience is limited.

Now tell me your relationship with Sophie!”

After Camille knew that Dean was a police detective, every word he spoke had a different purpose:

The first psychological hint: I reminded myself that I had a very good relationship with Yang Di.

The second psychological hint: Sophie has harmed many people and has many enemies.

The third psychological hint: I hate Sophie and the people around her so much because of the previous two points.

After making three steps to lay the groundwork.

She faced Dean's last problem and used a montage narrative.

Montage narrative is a trick that some people subconsciously use when they deceive people: through language narrative, confusing time and space, distorting facts, and reducing responsibilities.

All the words are true.

But the meaning expressed is completely different.

for example:

The woman I like is married (I like other people’s wives).

I divorced her, she was with others, I hit her (I hit her, she divorced me, and was with others).

This thing is learned without a teacher.

But those who can use it skillfully are often habitual offenders.

That's what Camille is.

Although she answered Dean's question, she did not tell any lies.

But the feeling is that I remind Dean again: The reason why I hate Sophie and the others is because Yang Di is my good friend, and they are inferior and I can't stand it.

These methods are very hidden.

Ordinary police detectives, even Lawrence, a man who had a psychologist's ex-wife, probably left in a daze by Camille and investigated the girls who had been harmed by Sophie.

And I won’t consider one question: How is Camill himself and Sophie’s relationship?

Unfortunately, she met Dean!

As soon as Dean entered the door, he smelled a faint smell of potion from Camille.

Scan the house.

Although I saw the clothing, shoes, and daily necessities of adult men and women, I didn’t see any details of the Chinese couple living here, and it was more like a use to scare thieves.

In a corner of the empty living room, iron cages are piled up.

This kind of cage is usually used to hold mice or rabbits.

This made Dean realize that Camille had a ghost in his heart. This was not the place where Yang Di’s parents lived at all, but more like the secret base of two girls!

Hearing Dean reveal his little move.

The pitiful panic on Camille's face faded away, his eyes were filled with surprise, and he met Dean's blue eyes that were close to him. After looking at each other for a few seconds, he laughed and said, "Okay, I admit that Sophie also tried to trick me, and then I inserted a knife into her slap, and their bitches let me go."

Obviously, her previous appearance was all disguised.

This is a girl who knows psychology very well.

Dean looked at Camille, who had a free temperament, until her face turned pale, subconsciously turned her head and avoided looking at each other, then reached out and pinched Camille's chubby little face: "Very good, I like to tell the truth."

Open your body.

Dean sat back in his seat: "Tell me, how did you kill Sophie."
To be continued...