The street is bright and beautiful.

The alley between the two buildings is rarely passed by, and is the dark side of the city.

Men and women walking on bustling streets didn’t know that there was a group of people living in these alleys.

Jonathan pointed to a large iron box used to store donated clothes and said proudly: "Look, this is my home!

I remodeled it for more than two weeks before I made it what it is now, and there was even a small kitchen inside!”

Vivian has been a little princess living in a high-class family since she was a child. How could she know what kind of life the homeless people who are nicknamed "sewer rats" live at the bottom of society?

Jonathan, who had just entered and exited the high-end bar, actually said that he usually lives here. Even though he was half drunk, he was shocked at this moment and couldn't help but have a shocked expression on his face.

Han Xuan just returned from India some time ago and had a deep understanding of the lives of civilians, so he was not too surprised.

People like Jonathan are purely self-defeating, and they don’t save money, but go to a bar to pretend to be rich, which is not worthy of sympathy.

Every person with healthy limbs will never become like this as long as he is willing to work harder, especially Jonathan is only about 30 years old now, and even if he moves bricks, he can live a pretty good life.

When I came to the trash can in the middle of the alley Jonathan mentioned, facing the smelly red iron cannon, no one was willing to search for it.

A policeman probably didn't want to miss this opportunity to make a fortune, so he walked over with a tough bullet and prepared to open the lid of the trash can.

At this time, Han Xuan shouted: "Wait!

The murderer may wear gloves when he holds things like wallets and police badges, but few people care whether they will leave fingerprints when they hold the lid of the trash can.

It hasn't rained in Los Angeles these two days, and maybe his fingerprints are still on the iron sheet.

Of course, I just suggest how to listen to you experts.”

The policeman thought about it carefully and found that what Han Xuan said was indeed reasonable.

Since it was a gun kill, there was very little evidence left, and no witnesses were present.

Before Jonathan was discovered, the crime scene investigators found almost zero clues at the crime scene. Whether the fingerprints can be found may mean whether the case will be solved smoothly.

Carefully take out a pair of dirty white gloves from the pocket of your pants, and put them on your hands to open the lid.

A mouse suddenly rushed out of it, scaring the man so much that he almost wanted to draw his gun, and then he realized that it was a false alarm.

Sometimes the trash can is poured out once every half a month, and no one comes to throw the garbage. Therefore, the policeman who died accidentally is still there and puts it on a large pile of garbage. He can immediately see it when he opens the lid.

When he took out his wallet, he suddenly discovered something familiar, a bullet shell!

It was not found at the crime scene at that time.

Then he flipped through and found the discarded pistol

I went around and looked around, but I found nothing else.

Under the escort of his colleagues who arrived, Vivian brought the things back to the police station to study.

Two days later.

At this moment, Han Xuan was writing a travel notation about his life in the study.

I wrote a little bit in Provence before, but after going to India, I had too many researches and research, so I almost didn't start writing much, and I have been delayed until now.

Anya was standing outside on the balcony to draw, and had just outlined a rough outline. It looked like a little white-colored fragrant pig.

Winnie sat upright beside her, occasionally screaming, as if dissatisfied with the girl who would rather draw a pig than help her draw.

Anya seemed very wronged about this matter.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to draw Winnie, but that this guy often moves and always leaves.

The fragrant pig in the cage is so good to draw, just sleep quietly

When Han Xuan heard the phone ringing, he didn't even raise his head, and directly stretched out his left hand and continued to write with his right hand.

Secretary Dawson, who was standing aside, put his cell phone in the palm of the boss's hand. Han Xuan checked the number after answering it and quickly remembered that the set of numbers belonged to Miss Vivian.

After finding the key clue that day, Han Xuan left and did not contact Vivian next, and had no idea about the latest progress of the case.

If she hadn't called, she would have almost forgotten about this matter and would have been playing around with Anya.

So he asked, "Vivian?

Is there any good news?

I mean about that case”

On the phone, the woman replied with a nice voice: "Yes, the number of that gun is registered in our gun management archive. The owner was a policeman and retired three years ago.

We haven't contacted him these two days, and his neighbor said that he went on vacation to Las Vegas just a few days ago.

Perhaps there was a thief who stole the gun while he was not at home.

I planned to go to Las Vegas to find him today, and I had contacted the hotel I checked in. The front desk said that this person was among the registered guests.

Maybe you'll want to know, so call you to tell me”

Han Xuan felt itchy when he heard about Las Vegas.

Executive Anthony just helped him acquire most of the shares in a casino in Las Vegas last month, and has not visited it since he returned to the United States.

He said to the phone and waited, covered the position of the receiver on his phone, turned his head and shouted to the balcony: "Oya!

How about we go to Las Vegas today?”

Anya often hears this place on TV, but never goes there before, saying, "I don't care, it's OK."

After receiving this affirmative answer, Han Xuan continued to say to the phone: "Miss Vivian, how did you get over?

Driving or flying?

I'm going to Las Vegas later, and if it's convenient, you can take my plane with you.

Los Angeles is more than 600 kilometers away from Las Vegas, and it takes four or five hours to drive, making it easier to fly."

The news that Han Xuanxin bought a sky-high-priced plane has been circulated by media from all over the world for a long time.

Vivian has seen this news on TV and is particularly moved at this moment. Even if he only takes an hour to fly over, it is good to be able to feel it.

She was thin-skinned and embarrassed to say it clearly, her tone was very tactful: "Airplane.

If it’s not troublesome, it’s best to go with you. If it’s not convenient, then forget it.”

“It doesn’t matter, the plane is huge.

Are you in the city now, or have you been to the airport?

I'll go find you."

On the other end of the phone.

Vivian was sitting on the bench in the terminal waiting for boarding, biting her lip and struggling in her heart. The balance in her heart gradually tended to feel the "world's most luxurious private jet".

Her family has good conditions, but how can she compare with Han Xuan? Even the cheapest passenger plane is not affordable.

Perhaps this is the only opportunity in life to take a private plane of this level. Vivian didn't want to miss it and replied: "I'm at the airport. Call me when you come, thank you."

"It doesn't matter.

, leave immediately, find a place first and wait."

Hang up the phone.

Vivian took the printed boarding pass and went to the staff to go through the ticket refund procedures to be continued.
Chapter completed!