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"It's just broken."

Perhaps because she was frightened, Louisa's hands trembled a little, and her voice was not as proud as before. She carefully explained to Roan:

"Tris came to my house yesterday after get off work with two bottles of wine.

While drinking, she began to cry, saying that she was under too much pressure, her life was too crazy, she wanted to die but didn't dare to die, and so on a lot of messy things.

Triss's words were very messy, she said what she thought of, but she didn't go deep into it, so I didn't understand much, so I had to comfort her..."

Hearing Luisa's words, Roan narrowed his eyes slightly, and keenly grasped several important points.

Mona on the side came over at this moment and gave Roan an "OK" gesture.

"Thank you, Luisa, these words of yours have been very helpful to us."

Nodding calmly, Roan took Luisa to the side and sat down, and continued to ask:

"Do you know anything about Triss' private life? Does she go to nightclubs? Does she smoke flour? Does she have a boyfriend?"

Roan asked a lot of questions, and Luisa shook her head after listening:

"I don't know if Triss has a boyfriend, she hasn't talked to me about it.

But I know that she never does what you just said, she is busy with work every day, like a robot..."

After continuing to inquire for a while, Roan finally handed Luisa to Mona, asking her to write down everything Luisa said just now, while he walked aside and called Lacey.

The call was quickly connected.

"I'm Lacey."

Roan asked directly:

"What's the situation at Triss's company?"

"It's nothing. Triss's colleagues were shocked when they heard that she had been kidnapped."

After taking the coffee that Ryder bought, she nodded to express her gratitude. Lacey from the cosmetics company downstairs said:

"According to Triss's colleagues, Triss' personal financial situation is very good and she has no arrears.

When it comes to work, she is a little more rigorous, but she is very kind in daily life, and I have never heard of her offending anyone. "

"Where's the boss of the cosmetics company? What did he say?"

Looking down at the cosmetics in the apartment, Roan was a little suspicious of the boss above Triss.

"It's not him, it's her."

Lacey corrected the word mistakes in Roan's words, and then said that the boss of the cosmetics company was a white woman in her fifties who would soon be sixty.

"O...K."

Roan's expression froze, it seems that he guessed wrong.

But this is also good news, at least ruled out a wrong idea.

After thinking for a few seconds, Roan continued to ask:

"What about Triss' love life? Have you asked?"

"Of course I asked, how could I, Lacey, forget this."

Hearing this, Lacey raised her head and laughed, and said:

"The owner of the cosmetics company told Ryder and me that Triss had broken up with her boyfriend a month ago.

But Triss didn't look too sad. "

Really have a boyfriend!

Roan frowned:

"Is her boyfriend sad about breaking up?"

"I have no idea."

The boss of the cosmetics company didn't know, and Lacey certainly didn't know.

"Sorry."

Roan slapped his head, he ignored this, and asked:

"What's the name of Triss' boyfriend?"

Lacey asked this point:

"His name is Loelle Post, and he's an architect."

"very good!"

Roan's eyes lit up, and he immediately told Lacey and Ryder to go and chat with this ex-boyfriend now.

After hanging up the phone, Roan saw that the detectives from the trace inspection department had almost packed up. Just as he was about to turn around and walk towards Mona, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

After pressing the answer button, William's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"We found the car."

——

"The murderer threw that car into an abandoned factory in Brooklyn."

Driving fast on the pitch-black SUV road, Mona sat on the co-pilot and clapped the keyboard with both hands to explain:

"The owner of the car was an 18-year-old white youth named Quantle Woerster with no previous convictions.

After William's investigation, Quantel was in school at the time of the crime and had no time to commit the crime. "

"Quanter didn't report the loss either."

Roan nodded, then said:

"In other words, this car was recently stolen by the murderer."

"Yeah."

Mona was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Roan with admiration.

She couldn't keep up with this speed of reaction.

Turning the steering wheel, Roan continued to ask:

"How did William find this car?"

"Well, according to your instructions, William and the others carefully checked all the monitoring in the area near the crime scene, and finally succeeded in finding a vehicle that matched the description of the person who reported the crime."

Hearing Roan's question, Mona showed an expression of envy and hatred on her face again, and said:

"Then William and the others discovered that this car was the latest Mercedes-Benz with a GPS, so they quickly located the car in Brooklyn."

"The latest Mercedes?"

The corner of Roan's mouth twitched, and he turned around and asked:

"Lost this kind of car, and the 18-year-old Quantel-Wolster didn't find it?"

"I really haven't found it yet."

Tapping with ten fingers on the keyboard, Mona called up Quantel-Wolster's information, showed it to Roan, and said with a smile:

"The car was accidentally damaged by Quantel within 10 minutes after it was in Quantel's hands, and it was sent to a car repair shop for repairs."

"This driving technique...Cool."

The SUV was speeding through the traffic on the road, and Roan and Mona soon arrived at the abandoned factory in Brooklyn.

Every kind of rubbish in sight.

In 2005, the federal economy was doing well, and there were not too many homeless people.

If it was three years later, that is, in 2008, when the financial crisis happened, the area would immediately be full of homeless people.

Pushing open the door and getting off the SUV, Roan looked around at the terrain and structure of the abandoned factory, frowning:

"It's really a good place to kill people and throw their bodies."

"What?"

Hearing this, Mona was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't care, and walked quickly to the Mercedes-Benz not far away.

The car was placed carelessly among all kinds of garbage.

Not surprisingly, there was no one in the Mercedes-Benz cab.

Seeing that the trunk was tightly closed, Mona immediately opened the driver's door, got inside and started looking for the car keys.

Roan walked to the side of the trunk and looked down, smelled it again, then turned around and left here, picked up an iron rod at random, and began to rummage in the nearby garbage dumps.

With great effort, Mona, who managed to find the car keys, got out of the car. Seeing Roan's actions, she frowned:

"Roan, what are you doing?"

"For Triss Perez, of course."

Roan kept moving and explained:

"As I said just now, this is a good place to kill and throw away corpses."

As for whether Triss might still be alive and lying in the trunk...

Thinking about the extremely quick movements of the murderer when he kidnapped Triss, and the murderer driving the car to this abandoned factory to judge others by himself, Roan thought that the other party would probably not spare Triss' life.

"But……"

Hearing Roan's narration, Mona's face was very ugly.

Makes sense, but it's too straightforward.

But since she had found the car key, there was no reason to give up. Mona immediately walked to the back, pressed the button, and opened the trunk.

No one was there.

“Son of better than eating!”

Mona yelled at the murderer.

Turning to look for Roan, Mona found that he was standing behind a garbage dump not far away, holding the iron rod he picked up, and standing there with an ugly face.

Mona was startled when she saw this. She couldn't imagine what Roan, who was calm and calm in the past and never panicked, would show such an expression after seeing what he saw.