"You need to find someone for comfort and protection," Holden said quickly and harshly. "He must be trustworthy and have the strength to protect you. And there is only one person who meets the requirements - your uncle Paques!"

"You told him all about your troubles with Bob, right?"

Dean's hand suddenly squeezed his thigh, denying,

"Mr. FBI, I don't understand what you mean. I didn't tell Paqui about this at all. He is usually too busy with work, and I don't want him to worry."

"It doesn't matter if you didn't tell him... My nephew's face is covered with wounds, and the house is in a mess." Holden's tone was calm, with a hint of expectation and guidance, "And your uncle is a bodyguard, and bodyguards usually have outstanding observation skills.

Nothing will be surprising."

"Why do you always mention my uncle? Isn't it about asking Bob today?" Dean couldn't help but slap the table and looked up into his eyes as if offended.

"Relax, Dean, I will satisfy your curiosity. Although this is against the rules, I think you are a mature young man and you should know more."

Holden praised without hesitation,

"The murderer came and went without a trace in Bob's villa, and even took away the surveillance video of that day. This shows that the murderer is extremely knowledgeable about surveillance equipment and has excellent psychological quality. In this era, such a person is either a habitual criminal or a security company

Employees, police, or - bodyguards."

Dean looked over quietly,

Holden met his gaze and continued,

"And the timing he chose was very clever. Bob had bodyguards at home, but on his birthday, in order to let his classmates have fun, Bob asked all the bodyguards to leave temporarily. In addition, the murderer cleaned the scene very clean... Both of these points show that he is very thoughtful.

."

"In addition, the examination of Bob's body revealed that the murderer was surprisingly powerful, physically powerful, proficient in firearms and fighting, and had received military training. These are the basic qualities of a bodyguard."

Dean's eyes flashed with surprise, he shook his head and stood up with a red face. The FBI actually traced it to his uncle.

In order to protect his only relative, his uncle Paqui secretly killed the rich second generation who threatened him without anyone noticing.

It sounds exactly like that.

But it was wrong from the beginning.

"Mr. Holden, do you suspect that my uncle hurt Bob? That's ridiculous! He would have left Las Vegas a few days ago."

"But he didn't go far. They were all in the same state. It's very convenient to fly back and forth." Holden tapped the table with his index finger upside down, and his pupils shrank tighter. "Although the fingerprints at the murder scene were cleaned very clean,

In addition to Bob's DNA, we extracted the blood DNA of a second person from the blood stains at the scene. We only need to obtain the sample and conduct several comparisons to confirm his identity."

Dean pretended to be confused,

"Wait, what does blood DNA mean?"

Holden pressed forward step by step,

"Didn't you learn that in biology class? That doesn't matter, young man. You just need to know that if you find that your uncle hurt Bob and there is evidence, it is best to let him plead guilty. This way the punishment may be lighter.

You can still reunite in twenty years."

"If we find out, it will most likely be the death penalty."

"Do you understand the death penalty? Nevada's execution method is the latest lethal injection. It's like an intravenous drip. The lethal drug is injected intravenously. Then you will never see your uncle, your only relative, again."

"That's terrible." Holden lamented, "He didn't have to die, as long as you said it."

Dean was stunned for a moment, his cheeks turned red with anger, and his eyes burst into flames.

"Stop! What is the death penalty? You are slandering my uncle and threatening me. I want to call you to complain!"

Holden's expression was stunned, and his face lost its calmness for the first time. This young high school student actually knew how to file a complaint with the FBI.

"Don't get excited. I'm just giving you a suggestion based on our current investigation. Since you don't want to talk about your uncle, let's not talk about it. Drink some water first and take a rest."

Holden let Dean take a breath, then took out two strawberry-flavored mint candies from his suit pocket, peeled one open and threw it into his mouth, and gave another one to Dean.

It tasted good, and Dean chewed it to relax his tense nerves.

Holden opened his mouth to care about his daily life again.

The tense atmosphere in the office gradually eased.

Seeing Dean's facial expression begin to relax, Holden smiled and asked him a question in a casual tone.

"Going back to the previous topic, Bob, I originally said how did he die?"

"Shot to death."

Dean blurted out.

"That's right. And then...what two letters did I say the murderer left beside his body?" Holden lowered his voice with a persuasive tone that made people couldn't help but listen.

"NR..." Dean replied in his mind, then his expression froze, and he tilted his head and looked at Holden in confusion.

"How do I know this? You clearly didn't tell me just now."

After saying this, Dean cursed.

Frank's FBI actually set a trap on high school students and dug a hole for me to jump into.

He almost said "NR".

But in his setting, he had never been to the party, so how could he possibly know what letters were left next to the body?

"Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night and my memory got worse." After his little trick was exposed, Holden just shrugged.

"Mr. FBI, we have been talking for a quarter of an hour. It's time for me to go back to class."

Dean turned his head away and rubbed his temples, his face full of fatigue.

"ok."

Holden looked at his watch,

"I'm currently in the LVPD on a long-term basis. If you think of any clues, come to the bureau to find me at any time."

…

Wait until Dean opens the door and leaves.

Holden took out his notebook and opened it, and a large number of names popped up.

"Wazzel, Ulysses... Rast..."

He wrote Dean's name on the blank page and a long explanation:

"The victim was subjected to long-term violence and resentment, which is consistent with the murderer's psychological profile."

"There is a big difference in body size and strength, there are no calluses on his hands, he has not received professional fighting and shooting training, and he does not have the physical conditions to commit crimes."

"Alibi.

"Q&A is performing normally."

"Courageous and vigilant."

"Dean Lu, the suspicion is low."

Holden grinned and rubbed the paper with the tip of his pen.

"It remains to be seen."

…
Chapter completed!