Check out the situation!”

If possible.

He was going to let Holtz deal with the blood spot found on Henry directly!

Since the person behind the salad dares to regard him as a plot tool.

Then Dean dared to overturn the table directly!

The evidence was destroyed.

Stop playing!

Harry nodded and left.

Dean turned his eyes to Daisy: "Daisy, have you touched any information from the female receptionist of the branch 'Asalia'?"

Aishalia is a female reception clerk at the branch receptionist who received salad reports.

By the way.

According to Daisy.

This woman is divorced, has a chaotic private life, and is not very normal. She is suspected of having masochism and even considered transferring to a male prison to be a prison guard.

Daisy shook her head: "I was going to call her out for dinner, but Aishalia said she had resigned and now she was doing work handover and she had no time."

"Resign?"

Dean said decisively: "Time is tight, Daisy, please prepare me a detailed information about Elsalia as quickly as possible!"

"no problem!"

Daisy nodded and turned around and began to be busy.

She knew the severity of the matter and would not be so stupid that she blackmailed Dean's small wallet at this time.

Robert was still savoring Dean's eyes rolling just now, reflecting on whether he had said the wrong thing.

Dean had already put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Man, have you protected the salad for a short time before, have you ever seen a female companion appearing next to her?"

"I have seen it, not only have I seen it, but I also secretly took photos!" Robert raised his eyebrows at Dean, and looked vulgar: "To be honest, I think it's a waste of resources to be together because that's a hot girl.

”

As he said that, he quickly walked to his desk, took out a video recorder the size of a palm and handed it to Dean.

Dean opened it and found that it was a hidden secret photography angle, with very professional techniques.

In the video.

Sala and a blond girl hugged each other like a couple, curled up together and whispered quietly, not even caring about the child crying beside her, and did not look like a loving mother in front of outsiders.

Dean remembered the blonde white girl's appearance, put down the video recorder, and praised: "Robert, I didn't expect you to have the potential to be a paparazzi."

"Actually, before I joined the army, I kept helping those girls take private photos. If my father hadn't asked me to join the army, I would probably have become a photographer with a high artistic qualities."

Robert said proudly.

While talking.

Daisy hurriedly took two newly printed papers and handed them to Dean: "This is the detailed information on Aishaliamin, including study, work, residence, and telephone number since childhood."

“Are there any photos?”

Dean took the paper and asked casually.

Daisy pointed to her computer: "Look there, she looks pretty good, so I never understood her magical brain circuit."

Dean and Harry looked at it.

The smiling blonde girl on the computer, who was the same person as the blond girl who was eager to salad in the video recorder

Dean grabbed his head.

So, is this a tragic criminal story of a policewoman who falls in love with perverts, is crazy about love, uses beauty to confuse salads, and plans all this?

Regarding this.

Dean was puzzled.

If you want to pursue love, I don't care.

But why bother me?

Is it because he, Dean's gun is not sharp enough?

Or is it that I have a great reputation in the Los Angeles police industry?

Dean twisted his neck and grinned.

You are playing a conspiracy.
Chapter completed!