Chapter 1198
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To be honest, the people in the association all liked the atmosphere of gatherings.
Chen Zhao provided good food and they could talk freely.
"Gaia, how's the filming going?"
"It's going well. We've already completed the initial stage."
Steven had been working hard for two months, but he'd only completed the initial stage.
A real high-quality film couldn't be completed in three or four months.
It wasn't that there weren't high-quality films in three or four months, but they definitely weren't commercial films.
No commercial film could be completed in three or four months.
Releasing it at the end of the year was already the most ideal speed.
Little Gerlyn's mouth was covered in grease. She grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.
Her two small front teeth did most of the chewing.
Creatures with abundant magic usually had better meat.
Magic could improve the quality of meat. At the same time, it could bring some benefits to the human body.
Moreover, the remaining magic in the meat would amplify the comfort of the taste.
Everyone enjoyed the meal to their heart's content.
Even the soup base was packed for everyone to take back.
Ritter Grove was the first to leave.
He had to rush for the night shift.
The next day, Chen Zhao and West went to a restaurant.
Not long ago, someone had died here.
It was the restaurant manager. He'd been attacked on his way home from the night shift.
All the blood in his body had been sucked dry.
The police concluded that it was the work of a psychopath.
There was nothing they could do about it. There were no clues at the scene.
The fatal wound was a ten-centimeter deep cut on the neck.
The manager's neck had almost been cut off.
Chen Zhao and West each ordered a meal.
A woman with big waves walked up to them with their food.
"Here are your orders," Ye Zichen said.
West took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Big Waves.
Stunned, Big Waves looked at West. "Sir, did you give the wrong bill?"
Tipping was a popular culture in America, but usually, waiters in restaurants like this would be given five or ten dollars.
Very few people would give large bills as tips.
Big Waves had met some customers before. They would also give large tips, but most of the time, they would make unreasonable requests.
Big Waves couldn't help but wonder if the two thought she was that kind of woman.
"What's your name?" West asked, looking up.
"Ella, Ella Morgan."
"I want to ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, this hundred dollars is yours."
"My three measurements?"
If it was just her three measurements, Ella Morgan wouldn't mind sharing it with others.
After all, a hundred-dollar tip is not a small amount.
"No, I heard that your manager was killed a week ago. Is that right?"
"Who are you?" Ella Morgan asked with a frown.
"You don't need to know who we are. You just need to answer our questions."
"Are you policemen?"
"Sort of."
"A few waves of police officers have already come. What else do you want to ask?"
"Does the manager have a grudge against anyone in the restaurant?"
"Revenge? I don't think so. " Ella Morgan shook her head. "But everyone in the restaurant hates him. That guy is a jerk."
"How so?"
"He often harassed me and the other waitresses. He's also very harsh to everyone. No one feels sad about his death. We're actually happy."
Chen Zhao and West glanced at each other. According to Ella Morgan, all the employees in the restaurant were suspects, including Miss Ella Morgan.
"Oh, did you notice that the other employees in the restaurant have some changes in their personalities? Or abnormal behavior? "
"You suspect that the killer is from our restaurant? How is that possible? That day, we were all partying in the bar until dawn. "
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. Didn't the police investigate a few days ago?" Ella Morgan looked at Chen Zhao and West. "Are you policemen or not?"
"Whatever, we're fine." West stuffed the hundred dollars into Ella Morgan's hand.
The two of them didn't even take a bite before they got up to leave.
"President, do you think the killer is an employee in the restaurant?"
"Could it be that one of the employees found an excuse to leave for a while and then returned to the crime scene after killing someone?" Chen Zhao asked.
"We'll have to find out more from the police."
"I have a police friend. I'll call and ask."
Chen Zhao called David.
"David, I have a case to ask you."
"What case is worth your attention?"
"Someone named Vogt was killed a week ago. The fatal wound was his neck. His blood was sucked dry."
"Could it be the work of a vampire?" David asked curiously.
"No, it should be a Japanese katana," Chen Zhao said. "This guy is very dangerous. If you encounter him, don't be rash and don't let him get close."
"Let me check … Which street is it?"
"West Road Street."
"Got it. I'll send you all the information I can on the case."
"Okay, thank you."
Chen Zhao soon received David's message.
The West Road Street Police Station had taken over the case.
There was also some interim evidence. This so-called interim evidence was not the kind that could be used in court. It was used to prove or push the case forward.
For example, the police had obtained a recording from the bar.
The recording proved Ella Morgan's words. They had indeed partied the whole night in the bar.
No one had been there for more than ten minutes. The bar was more than 25 kilometers away from the crime scene, so they could eliminate the possibility that it was a restaurant employee.
Ten minutes was definitely not enough time to commit the crime.
"It's not a restaurant employee," Chen Zhao said.
"Could it be that the victim offended someone in his life?" West suggested another possibility.
From the restaurant employee and the police's evidence, it was clear that the victim was not a likeable person.
He was harsh to the employees in the restaurant and even touched the waitresses.
He did not like his neighbors either. Over the years, he had accumulated many grievances and grudges.
"Let's go to his house. Maybe we can find some clues."
Just then, there was a commotion in the restaurant.
Chen Zhao and West turned around and saw Ella Morgan throw a bouquet of roses at a bespectacled man.
"I said, stop harassing me. I don't like you! Even if all the men in the world die, I won't like you. "
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