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Alvin doesn't care much about serial killings. It has nothing to do with himself. Besides, **** kitchens are dead every day. Since they are all dead, how is it important to die?

A serial killer is nothing in Hell's Kitchen. Maybe that perverted fool has killed people in his life without even a gangster! That's the difference between work and hobbies!

Feel free to ask someone in Hell's Kitchen to ask if he is willing to face a pervert killer or a usury's collection of thugs. Maybe half of them will tell you that pervert killers may be better at dealing with some!

Because pervert killers generally don't have a 300-pound figure, they won't spit out the things they ate the day before, and they will make you eat them back!

The pervert killer generally likes to use his brain, but the work of killing is always summarized in the category of manual work in the **** kitchen.

Stark watched Alvin whispering to Fox, and was very upset. This morning, Alvin was drinking and boring, which made him very upset!

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, and no matter whether it was morning or not, Stark felt he had to get himself a glass now.

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

Beckett, sitting at the bar, holding the coffee cup in both hands, glanced at Stark and said, "Kate Beckett, you can call me Beckett Officer! Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark!"

Stark glanced angrily at Beckett and said, "Okay, Sergeant Beckett, I'm interested in this case now, can you elaborate on it? Maybe I can remember something!"

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

After speaking, I turned around and watched Stark shake the list of the ball. "I'm sorry, this is confidential!"

Alvin looked at Stark's face like shit, and "Ha" laughed out. As a poor man, watching Stark, the big local stark, was really a pleasant thing!

Can't help but hold a cup of whiskey left, touched Beckett's coffee cup, smiled and said, "You make me look good, Officer Beckett, you are welcome to come to the Peace Hotel in the future! Ha!

But I do have some interest in this case now, because I just remembered one thing, that day I saw an avid clown fan at the prom. He did n’t even open his mouth, so I could see at a glance that he played It's the clown.

If I were to say that he was a little more timid and his brain was a bit stupid, the clown he played was impeccable!

But if you want to know who he is, you need Mr. Stark to help! I remember him as a partner of a producer named Michael Osland! They cooperate with Mr. Stark's bodyguards a bit! "

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

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

I forgot to say one point before, it said ‘jealousy’! "

Stark froze and said, "Jealous, why? What is this guy's rival, Oran?"

Beckett shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it wasn't. The last one to die was a casting director. The poker on his forehead was written with arrogance! How to explain?"

Kassel, who had been meditating aside, slammed the table with excitement, shocking everyone and saying, "The Seven Deadly Sins!"

Alvin looked curiously at Kassel and asked, "What are you talking about? What are the seven deadly sins?"

Kassel stood up, circled around the restaurant, and said with some excitement: "It is the Seven Deadly Sins! Pride, jealousy, greed, gluttony, laziness, anger, wow, what a great writing subject, how charming Killer, uh ~~ what's wrong? "

Cassel, immersed in fantasy, looked at everyone inexplicably, because everyone was looking at himself with the look of neurosis.

Becket covered his head in anxiety, rolled his eyes at Kassel, and said to the patient in a doctor's tone: "Kassel, this is a murder!"

Cassel, who has not fully responded, stared at Beckett, and said innocently, "I know, then?"

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

As Beckett turned to Fox, pouting wryly, "I think a temporary boyfriend is a good idea. This is a protection for us! These men are fools!"

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

Cassel was immersed in his fantasy and muttered to himself: "A good actor, because he was treated unfairly, was determined to avenge, exercise God's right, and convict those who have hurt himself!

First killed the casting director who committed the arrogance, and once again killed his partner who guilty of jealousy!

Two people are dead now, and five people will die afterwards. They will correspond to greed, gluttony, laziness, and anger! This is not murder, this is trial! Judgment on impetuous, gold worshipping world!

Oh my god, this is really a fascinating killer, this will be a best-selling story! "

Alvin listened attentively to the last ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ couldn't help but make a sound in his mouth, "Cut!" Then looked at Kassel in contempt! Hit him with a middle finger!

When Kassel explained his conjecture about serial killers, he was really disturbed by this story, and his mood was a little tense. As a result, the **** was most concerned that this would be a best-selling story!

This may be the difference between Great God and Flutter Street. They can always write wonderful stories that are close to the market. Flutter Street can only entertain themselves with their own words and entertain themselves! Then sighed that life is not the right time, the jealousy of talent! How to do?

Just as everyone wanted to applaud Kassel's wonderful story, Beckett's phone rang.

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

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

With Beckett's words just now, everyone looked at the restaurant door!

A man in a gray sports hoodie appeared there, walking towards the restaurant, while walking and turning back to say hello to the three children playing at the door!

When the gray-clad man turned his head to face the restaurant, Alvin felt that the hair on his back was all up!

Officer Becket, quickly pulled out his pistol, pointed at the gray man, and shouted, "Raise your hand, NYPD!"