74. Chapter 74 74 Scar, sportswear

Author: vaguely

Chapter 74 74. Scars, sportswear

After Dean and Holden separated, they did not go home directly.

Instead, he drove to the depths of Booker Park, where Bucky Fran was murdered.

He took out the ritual suit he carried with him, cut his finger, skillfully performed the summoning ritual, tried to call Bucky Fran, and then asked for information about the murderer from its mouth.

But he tried several times and failed. Except for the chirping of cicadas in the autumn night, the surroundings were quiet, and no spirit responded to his call.

"Sure enough, summoning outdoors is far more difficult than indoors. My current level is far from enough to host such a ceremony."

Dean reluctantly abandoned the cheating method and drove home. It was already midnight when he got home.

Took a bath.

Sitting on the bed, I browsed through the past daily records from God’s perspective, looking for the origin of the scar.

While doing mental training.

Under the command, Ying began to activate his telekinesis ability, controlling the keychain and the board in the bedroom. The two small objects floated into the air and slowly rotated around Dean as if they were losing gravity.

After nine minutes of extreme mental tempering, "Shadow" returned to the shackles to continue warming up.

Exhausted physically and mentally, Dean failed to find the origin of the scar, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and continued a round of meditation.

Get rid of distracting thoughts and all the distractions during the day, and follow the unique breathing rhythm to visualize the pale red, blurry star.

The intersection of the tangible and the intangible.

Gradually sink into it.

After the meditation ended three hours later, Dean lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

…

The next morning, the sky was as clear as glass, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was so gentle that it made people feel intoxicated.

But Holden and Carl, who had stayed up all night with oily faces, brought Dean bad news.

"We have watched all the surveillance videos. Abby Clark disappeared on a certain street leading to her home in the South District. There was no surveillance after that."

"Isn't that all right?" Dean's face darkened. "Abby committed a crime in the park in the afternoon, then went to bars and hotels, and finally went home."

"Well, the test results of the sports coat have to wait, and Abby herself denied that the clothes belong to her." Holden threw the photo of the three-striped sportswear in front of Dean with a serious expression.

"But the evidence we currently have is sufficient. The only thing missing is Abby Clark's motive for committing the crime. If we find out, she will have basically no room to refute."

"Rebuttal? The 'child killer' has the nerve to pretend to be an innocent person and act pitiful to us!" Kruger punched the desk hard, and the desk suddenly shook with a "clang" sound. "She should be imprisoned."

Go to jail for at least twenty years, and better yet, go to the electric chair!"

"It's too early to draw conclusions now."

Dean rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.

"Abby's side..."

"She is communicating with the lawyer, and it seems that she is ready to fight us to the end." Karl said, "You kid, don't get involved yet. The search warrant application has been approved. Follow Kruger and the others to search Abby's home!"

…

Dean got into the police car heading to the South District and arrived there quickly.

A handsome middle-aged man wearing a gray knitted sweater was already waiting at the door.

Krueger met him and handed him a form.

"Mr. Batista, we have a search warrant to search your home and take away everything that belongs to your daughter, Abby Clark."

"Lawyer Lucville told me." The man took the form, looked through it calmly, looked up, and not far away, several police officers began to set up a cordon around the entire yard.

This move was so eye-catching that nearby residents gathered around, pointing at the blockade and talking about it.

Someone mentioned the murder in the park not long ago, and his words became harsh and emotional.

Murderer, murderer shouted.

The man sighed uncomfortably and asked,

"There are no specific items on this paper, so can you get everything?"

"Given the nature of the crime, it's up to us to decide."

Krueger had a business-like attitude, so the man could only open the door and let a group of police officers wearing gloves rush in quickly.

"Hi, Mr. Batista."

Dean followed the man and said hello,

"Abby's classmate, Dean Lu? The one we went to Santa Monica with during the summer vacation?"

"Yes, I am currently running errands at LVPD..."

The man seemed to have seen a savior and took his hand, "You and Abby are friends. You should know her. Do you think she might commit such a terrible crime?"

"To be honest, I don't believe Abby is the murderer." Dean said calmly,

Batista heard this and spoke more enthusiastically,

"That's right! Abby is introverted and shy, but she is a kind-hearted girl. She has never killed a fish since she was a child. How could she hurt a lovely child!"

"And I already understand the ins and outs. The case happened in the afternoon four days ago. At that time, Abby's fever reached 39 degrees, and her brain began to become confused. She didn't move even while lying on the bed. How could she run several miles away?

Booker Park, kill Bucky Fran?”

Dean nodded, "Mr. Batista, I will do my best to help Abby, but now I have to do some work."

The man stepped aside understandingly.

Dean entered the living room on the first floor from the entrance hall.

The decoration style of the house is very warm, with warm colors on the floors and walls, pink bear dolls on the sofa, and cherry-like wind chimes hanging in the aisle.

But a bunch of police officers in black clothes ruined the warm atmosphere by digging into the ground.

Dean shook his head and activated his "God's Perspective" to observe everything on the first floor.

After the ability is upgraded once, the observation range is expanded from five meters to ten meters. Once turned on, almost no clues can escape his eyes.

Kitchen, bathroom, coffee table, drawer, under carpet, TV cabinet...

Dean spent a quarter of an hour searching, but failed to find any useful evidence. He passed a bunch of police officers and followed the stairs to the second floor. He saw at a glance the bedroom that belonged to Abby - the wall, the bed

The quilt, ceiling, all painted pink,

"Abby is so girly?"

Dean opened the closet against the wall——

There are a lot of clothes, red, green, pink, blue... sportswear, down jackets, T-shirts, dresses, and even miniskirts, all in bright colors, complete styles, and full of personality.

"It's quite boring..." Dean took out the photo of white sportswear in his pocket and compared it, "Among the dozens of clothes, there is no white one. Doesn't she like white?"

"But she was wearing white sportswear when she committed the murder."

This discovery increased the investigation progress in the system from 15% to 18%.

Dean kept this detailed discovery in mind and turned towards the desk in front of the window sill. The shelves were filled with books, mostly novels of various types, as well as music magazines.

Dean opened a book casually and saw a music review signed by Abby Clark——

The new song of Good Morning Band, Amazing Days, is a song that seems happy, happy and warm, but I clearly feel that the person singing it endured great pain, saw the sky full of stars, walked into the mountains and sea, and finally saw the setting sun and the sunset.

At the moment when the sky was dyed red, I cried, shouted, heartbroken, and burst into tears.

"The angle is novel, but a little too pessimistic." Dean's impression of Abby improved slightly——

A girl who loves pink colors and can appreciate the songs she copied shouldn't be a crazy murderer, right?

…

Dean opened the drawer in front of the desk, rummaged a few times, and took out a buttoned hard-cover diary from the depth of the drawer.

"Sorry, Abby, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, I wanted to save you."

Dean opened the diary, which contained a concise and concise description of Abby's life and various sad and happy things in her studies.

"On June 20th, I encountered a bad thing at school today. That annoying guy Flora called me a tomboy again. Alas, why didn't I inherit my mother's advantages? When will my breasts be merciful?

, I don’t want to look as grand as Gretchen, but give me a B.”

Dean continued to flip through the pages dumbfounded, while admitting in his heart that Gretchen's was perfect.

"On July 28, Gretchen still ignored me. She seemed determined to break up with me. I don't blame her. I was too cowardly and broke her heart, but I will not give up. I have been sisters for more than ten years.

Love can't just be broken up. Come on, Abby, even if you kowtow to apologize, ask for Gretchen's forgiveness!"

"On August 18th, Gretchen and Dean got closer and closer. They would touch each other's heads when eating every day, and they would leave together after school. They talked about fighting training. Alas, Gretchen always talked to me first after school.

Let’s go home together.”
To be continued...