Chapter 51 Interrogation

Hospital corridor.

Lawrence was a little distracted.

Dean patted him: "What's wrong, man, you look like you're worried."

"It's nothing." Lawrence came back to his senses: "I just feel that you are progressing too fast, and I don't seem to have much to teach you."

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to stand out." Dean knew that he had subtly taken the lead, which made Lawrence a little uncomfortable.

Lawrence didn't think much about it.

He shrugged: "Okay, I'll let you do the interrogation later. This is also a skill that a police detective must master."

"Thanks."

Because a murder was discovered.

The helper, Marcus, was moved to a separate ward, with patrolmen guarding the door.

After Dean handed the patrolman guarding the door a cigarette, he led Lawrence inside.

heard movement.

Marcus, who was lying on the hospital bed with big sunken eyes, looked over weakly.

Dean took out his police detective card and turned on his body camera: "Hello, Marcus, I'm Detective Dean. How are you doing now? We have something we want to know from you."

There are many NCs in the United States.

In particular, the human rights doctrine advocated has now become a wild beast, cultivating a large number of brainless virgins, including many judicial officers sitting in offices.

Marcus is now seriously injured.

Dean, please be polite. It will be very troublesome if the other party complains afterwards.

Of course, if Marcus doesn't cooperate, Dean will let him know what 'human rights' are!

He is not a man of rules!

"Mr. Detective, don't tell me that you are now controlling marijuana." Marcus said without any panic on his face: "If so, I admit that I bought some illegal substances, got too high, and then fell down fall down."

"But some people say you stole furniture and appliances from the Sheen family!"

Dean looked sharply into Marcus's eyes: "We have investigated your identity and know that you have just been released from prison. Why did you stay in Sheen's house for a long time and sell their furniture and appliances? They Where are the people?”

Hearing this, Marcus not only did not panic, but anger filled his eyes: "It's not my fault, they are just a bunch of liars!"

turn out to be.

More than a month ago.

Markas spent the money he earned from working on the sewing machine in prison and was ready to find a job to make a living.

He has a criminal record.

In general work, these will be reviewed.

So Markas could only go to the labor market and work as a temporary worker.

Although he was only twenty-one years old, he seemed to be a little slow due to drug and alcohol abuse, so no one hired him until the afternoon.

Just when Marcus thought he was going to be hungry today.

Sheen's wife arrived.

After she knew that Marcus could repair water pipes and weed, she took him back to her villa.

The Sheehan family's small yard is not big, but because it was already afternoon, Marcus had not finished his work until the evening.

Sheehan and his son were not home at the time.

Sheen's wife kindly provided him with dinner and lodging.

Marcus was very grateful for this.

The next day, Sheen returned with his son.

After checking Markas's work, he praised Markas and said that the roof of the family villa also needed to be repaired. They were going to travel for two days and asked Markas if he could stay and work for a few more days after finishing the water pipes. sky.

"I was short of money and had no place to live, and I thought they were nice people, so I agreed, but they never came back!"

Markas' face was full of anger: "I have done my work, but I didn't get the reward I deserved. I also helped them look at their home for so long for free. If I didn't sell the furniture and appliances, I would have no money to live at all!"

Dean winked at Lawrence.

Although the two did not communicate in advance, Lawrence immediately understood what Dean meant and said sarcastically: "Then why didn't you call the police to protect your own interests and instead stayed?"

"Call the police?" Marcus turned his head disdainfully: "When those police officers come, do you think they will call the Sheen family first, or will they think I am breaking in illegally and shoot me?"

"Moreover."

"I don't have a place to live. Aren't you comfortable living in a villa? Mr. Detective, don't waste your time. If I'm guilty, please let the law punish me, not you, the pig killer!"

Marcus showed great courage:

"Anyway, I honestly lived in the room provided by the Sheen family, and I only sold the furniture and appliances in order to get my due remuneration.

Even if I go to jail, your merciful judge will at most sentence me to a short term imprisonment or community service. This is better, at least it will allow me to have enough food and clothing! "

This is a fried dough stick, hob meat.

Lawrence's face twitched with anger. He glanced at the medicine aside and sneered: "In that case, Mr. Marcus, I see you are recovering well. I will instruct the nurses to reduce the supply of prescription drugs later."

These words directly hit Markas' weakness.

His expression changed: "Man, don't be like this. I admit that what I just said was a bit excessive. If you have any other questions, I will cooperate!"

After he was released from prison, he relapsed into smoking marijuana. Without the relief of prescription drugs, he would be in great pain lying in the hospital bed!

Dean had been watching Marcus's expression.

Under mood swings.

It is difficult for ordinary people to hide their true reactions.

So far, it seems that Markas is not lying.

After Lawrence finished singing his white face, it was his turn.

Dean stopped Lawrence: "Okay, man, go outside and smoke a cigarette, let me do this."

"Hmph!"

Lawrence glared at Marcus fiercely and turned away.

As soon as he left, Marcus's nervous expression relaxed immediately: "Detective Dean, you are such a good person. I will cooperate with whatever you want to ask."

Dean smiled: "You don't look slow in reaction."

Marcus shook his head, his expression slightly dim: "This is just the support of prescription drugs. I can't live without marijuana. Otherwise, I will be like an old man, my brain can't control my body, and I will look like a useless person."

This is drugs.

Once you get addicted, it's like falling into the abyss and sinking completely.

Dean won't pity such people.

He pointed the law enforcement device at Marcus' face: "Marcus, do you remember when the Sheen family left?"

"Yes, it was at the end of the month, because my favorite Rams played that day, so I remember it very clearly."

The Rams is the home football team in Los Angeles.

This sport that burns hormones has a lot of audiences in America.

Dean nodded and continued, "Did anything unusual happen when you were at Sheen's house?"

"Abnormal?" Marcus thought for a while and said hesitantly, "I had stopped taking the medicine at that time and was not in a good condition. I was worried that they would drive me away, but the four of them seemed to be preoccupied and did not notice my condition and left in a hurry."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. If we need you, we will come to you again."

"No problem, Detective Dean, as long as it's not that pig killer."

"Haha", Dean laughed, got up and walked to the door, about to turn off the law enforcement device, suddenly turned around: "By the way, Marcus, do you like Sheen's dog?"

"Dog?" Marcus was asked suddenly, and subconsciously said, "I have only seen photos of puppies and some pet supplies in their house, but I haven't seen dogs."

Is that so.

Dean nodded and turned away.

Sorry.

I was forced to drink some wine yesterday.

I only drank two cups. After I came back, I wanted to vomit but couldn't. I felt very uncomfortable, so I didn't add more chapters and slept until twelve o'clock.