Chapter 242 Seven Deadly Sins

Alvin doesn't care much about serial murders. It has nothing to do with him. Besides, people die every day in Hell's Kitchen. Since they are all dead, how does it matter?

A serial killer is nothing in hell's kitchen, maybe that perverted idiot has killed more people in his life than a random gang shooter! That's the difference between work and hobbies!

Ask anyone in Hell's Kitchen if he is willing to face a perverted killer or a loan shark collector. More than half of the people may tell you that the perverted killer may be easier to deal with!

Because pervert killers generally don't have a 300-pound body, they won't punch someone and spit out what they ate the day before, and they're asking you to eat it back!

Perverted killers generally like to use their brains, but the work of killing has always been classified as physical work in Hell's Kitchen.

Stark was very upset when he saw Alvin hugging Fox and whispering, and Alvin was very upset by drinking and getting tired of it this early in the morning!

Poured himself a glass of whisky, and whether it was morning or not, Stark felt he had to get himself a glass now.

After drinking a sip of whiskey, Stark knocked on the bar, and said to Alvin impatiently: "Man, I think you need a room now, instead of irritating my eyes here! Calm down, now we are assisting this Bit, um~, the police officer investigates the case!"

Sitting on the edge of the bar with a coffee cup in his hands, Beckett glanced at Stark and said, "Kate Beckett, you can call me Officer Beckett! It's nice to meet you, Mr. Stark!"

Stark glanced at Beckett irritably and said, "Okay! Officer Beckett, I'm a little bit interested in this case now, can you tell me in detail? Maybe I can think of something else!"

Beckett took a sip of coffee, glanced at Fox, and said with a smile, "Great coffee!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Stark, shook the ball list in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, this is a secret!"

Alvin looked at Stark's face like eating shit, and laughed with a "ha". As a poor man, it is indeed a pleasant thing to watch the big rich Stark collapse!

He couldn't help but took a little whisky at the bottom, touched Beckett's coffee cup, and said with a smile, "You impress me, Officer Beckett, you are welcome to the Peace Hotel in the future! Ha!

But I do have a little interest in this case now, because I just remembered one thing, I saw an ardent Joker fan at the prom the other day, and he didn't even open his mouth, so I could see at a glance that he was playing It's the clown.

If I want to say that he is a little timid and a little stupid, he plays the clown impeccably!

But if you want to know who he is, it's up to Mr. Stark to help! I remember him being a partner of a producer named Michael Osland! They have some cooperation with Mr. Stark's bodyguards! "

Beckett listened to Alvin's words, turned to Stark's direction, and said sincerely: "Mr. Stark, can you ask your bodyguard to talk about it?

Just this morning, the producer Michael Oslan was found dead at home. He was brutally slit his mouth and put a clown poker on his head!

One thing I forgot to mention earlier, that one says 'jealousy'! "

Stark was stunned for a moment and said, "Jealous, why? This guy is the rival in love called what is Oran?"

Beckett shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not. The last person who died was a casting director. The playing card on his forehead said arrogance! How to explain it?"

Cassel, who had been contemplating beside him, patted the table a little excitedly, startling everyone, and said, "The Seven Deadly Sins!"

Alvin looked at Cassel curiously and asked, "What did you say? What are the seven deadly sins?"

Cassel stood up, circled the restaurant, and said excitedly: "It's the seven deadly sins! Pride, jealousy, greed, gluttony, **, laziness, anger, wow, what a good subject for writing, what a Charming killer, um~ what's wrong?"

Cassel, who was immersed in fantasy, looked at everyone inexplicably, because everyone was looking at themselves with neurotic eyes.

Beckett covered his head in worry, rolled his eyes at Cassell, and said in the doctor's tone to the patient, "Cassel, this is a murder case!"

Cassel, who hadn't fully reacted, stared at Beckett and said innocently, "I know, then what?"

Beckett shook his head, sighed, and said, "Nothing, Mr. Writer! You can go on! Tell us what the seven deadly sins are!"

Turning to Fox, Beckett said with a wry smile, "I think a temporary boyfriend is a good idea, it's a kind of protection for us! These men are all fools!"

Fox nodded in agreement, raised the coffee cup in his hand, touched Beckett, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm starting to like you now, NYPD!"

Cassel was immersed in his own fantasies, and muttered to himself: "An excellent actor, because he was treated unfairly, he was determined to take revenge, exercise the right of God, and condemn those who have hurt him!

First, he killed the casting director who committed the crime of arrogance, and then killed his partner who committed the crime of jealousy!

Two people are dead now, and five people will die in the future. They will correspond to greed, gluttony, **, laziness, and anger! This is not murder, this is trial! Judgment for the impetuous, money-worshiping world!

Oh my gosh, this is such a charming killer, and it's going to be a bestseller! "

Alvin listened attentively to the end, and couldn't help but say, "Cut!" Then he looked at Cassel with contempt! Give him a middle finger!

When Cassell explained his conjecture about the serial killer, he was really disturbed by the story, and he was a little nervous. As a result, what this bastard was most concerned about was that it would be a best-selling story!

This may be the difference between Dashen and Pujie. They can always write wonderful stories that are close to the needs of the market, while Pujie can only be like himself in a previous life and entertain himself with words! Then lamented that the time was not right, and the sky was jealous of talents! How to do?

Just when everyone wanted to applaud Cassell's wonderful story, Beckett's phone rang.

Beckett answered the phone and said, "This is Beckett!"

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"What did you say? Ryan, make it clear! Where is he? He's at the door of a hotel called the Peace Hotel?"

As Beckett's voice just fell, everyone looked at the door of the restaurant!

A man in a grey sports hoodie appeared there, walking towards the restaurant, turning back and waving hello to the three children who were playing at the door!

When the gray-clothed man turned his head to face the restaurant, Alvin felt the hairs on his back stand up!

Officer Beckett quickly drew his pistol, pointed at the man in gray, and shouted, "Put your hands up, NYPD!"

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