Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

I was summoned again.Because of the urgency, I had to stop what I was doing and ride to Kentish, and Campbell was furious.After I locked the bike and signed in, I realized it wasn't an interrogation.Kamsky asked me a few questions, but I had no new information to offer, so I spent most of the time watching him pace back and forth in silence.When he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was more like talking to himself than talking to me. These are the questions that must be asked, he said, number one: Why is there no sign of a break-in in the house, and does this mean that De.Mrs. Soto knew the murderer?Second: Where is the package you want to pick up?Third: Why are you at the scene of the two murders?

I don't call people on the scene. Fourth, he went on, ignoring my rebuttal, who knew you were going to De.Mrs. Soto's house? No one but Campbell knew.I don't know either.I've told you everything I know. I don't think so.I think you know something else, but you don't know what you know. It's so esoteric. What were you doing the day before yesterday?That's what I asked Owen on the way to the Downs with the group.The men in the family were going to play football with a team called the Hackney Empire. They were going to play against another team from Ensold, and I, Pipa, and Xiaomei would be watching from the sidelines.I had planned to stay in bed all day, trying to block out the horror of the day before, but the familiarity of a short trip with the group was soothing.It's like going back in time before a string of tragedies happened.It's just that walking side by side with Owen made me a little uneasy.I'm not Pipa, I can't just be friends and pretend nothing happened, as if sex is as simple as a trip to the beach.I tried to be relaxed and to speak to him in a friendly and neutral tone; but just looking at him made my throat dry and my heart uneasy.Everything about him, so familiar over the past few months, seemed mysterious to me now.He became a handsome stranger, ruthless and charming.Even so, I was reluctant to take Luo Shan lightly, sitting in front of him while he took those disturbing pictures that turned me into a lifeless, tormented object.

the day before yesterday? Were you busy the day before yesterday? Why do you ask this? The police may question you.You have to prepare the answer first. I meet the photo editor at the magazine in the morning, and then which magazine? Lennon. Are you making fake alibi?Dawei appeared next to me and said cheerfully; Xiaomei followed closely behind him. Don't talk nonsense.Even so, I felt myself blushing. I was with Xiaomei at the time, so I have witnesses.Dawei continued on. Xiaomei giggled shyly and wrapped his arms around him. Well, said Davy, Estelle, can I lend me five pounds?I forgot my wallet at home, but I want to buy a newspaper or two.

I took the pouch out of my bag and opened it.I only have some change.I thought there were many more, and I only got money from it two days ago. never mind. I have money.Xiaomei said.She is like a dog who turns back and forth, doing her best to curry favor.But she was also a beautiful little dog with big sad eyes and shiny fur. thanks.He stuffed the bills into his pocket and hopped into the corner newsstand. While we were hanging out outside the newsstand, Pipa, Mike, Miles and Dalio came leisurely.Dalio took a pack of cigarettes from his hip pocket and stuffed one into the corner of his mouth.

If you play football like this, won't your chest hurt?Xiaomei asked him. Yes, Dalio said, but only when running. Dalio doesn't run a lot, Pipa explains to her, he just hangs around and trips people up with his shadowless foot. Dalio turned a deaf ear to the conversation.He looks at me.I was thinking, I don't know which is worse.Is it a coincidence or a non-coincidence? No coincidence, of course worse.Myers said. It must be a coincidence.I said. Unless you kill both of them, Dalio said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette before giggling.No no no Estelle, don't worry, I'm just teasing you.

It's nice that someone can make a joke about something like this.I said. It may have something to do with some kind of energy.Dalio said. What's the meaning?I asked him. It's like a force field, Dalio said, where tragedies are happening, have happened, or are about to happen.They are like a kind of psychic magnetism, and certain extremely sensitive people, such as you, will be attracted to them. I just collided with her car.I said. Not bad at all.Dalio said. Also, I'm not considered attracted to another woman.It was my boss who radioed me to pick up the package. Dalio took another deep breath, showing a mysterious expression.

Not necessarily direct attraction, he said, there are forces in this world that only work on certain people.There's something about you, Estelle, that's different, that exudes an aura.We may not be able to see it, but we can feel it.I heard Owen make a small sound that was close to a snort, and I turned to give him a look, but he looked away.Dalio took his last puff, dropped the butt on the sidewalk, and crushed it with his heel, as Davy came out of the store with a bulging plastic bag. Have you ever thought about your personal safety being threatened?Mike popped the question out of the blue.

We all stared at him, and he looked back at them all, his light blue eyes unblinking. I thought about it, and finally I spoke, after I slammed into Peggy's car door and flew into the air. What might be the threat to her personal safety?Davy asked. Mike just shrugged. You bloody idiot, Davey scolded with unusual ferocity, Estelle has had enough. Thanks Davy, I said, I'm fine. When we got to Downs, we sat on the warm grass and waited for the game to start.David took a roll of newspaper out of the plastic bag and threw it at me.You'll have something to watch while we're playing football.He said.

Why buy so many copies?I asked him, or should I say I was about to ask him; for the headlines had caught my eye. I just think there's something you should know, David said awkwardly, or am I wrong? No, I said slowly, no, you are not wrong. We picked up the newspaper and flipped through it, skimming cover news stories, features and editorials, eagerly exchanging bits and pieces.Of course, I should have expected that there would be a lot about Ingrid.De.Soto's news, but even so, the huge amount of coverage is still staggering, much more than the pages reporting on Peggy; but then again, as Miles' venomous comment, Peggy is a Hackney, A middle-aged housewife who is not photogenic, on the other hand, Ingrid.De.Soto is a charming blonde beauty in her forties.Money, sex and death, he said, are all things that cannot be found in religion.

Money and sex are indeed features of many stories, and even God occasionally intervenes through the pastor of the local parish; the pastor was interviewed and said that he had never met Ingrid.De.A character like Soto, he also eloquently expounds the nature of good and evil and the decline of traditional values ​​in a contemporary culture that is obsessed with celebrities and loses faith. Football is on.A group of men were yelling and pretending to be injured while moaning and rolling.People kept yelling at the referee and choking each other with their middle fingers.Mike scored two goals, one of which was headed into the net.Dalio is always in ambush on the sideline.Xiaomei left first, and then came back with three ice cream cones, giving them to me, Pipa and herself respectively.Irving had an egg-shaped bruise on his outer shin when he got a high-altitude interception.

While the ball game was going on, I learned many new things about this brutally murdered woman.She is only thirty-two years old. (I always thought she would be older because of her frosty, well-bred attitude, and her high-walled mansion befitting her status, rich and respectable. For someone like me, it's almost mature Out of reach.) She moved from Hong Kong to London and then to Hagrid seven years ago.Her husband Andrew.De.Soto, the manager of some hedge fund (God knows what that is).He was reportedly devastated by the news of his wife's death.However, Ingrid.De.Soto didn't only get rich from her husband, her natal family was well-to-do; her father's name was William.Hamilton, engaged in the oil industry, is a wealthy business tycoon.She was the only child in the family, and her father was flying in from London to identify the body.She has no children (I've long since learned that a home with children can't be that perfect).Hagrid's neighbors were all terrified, and so were her friends.Friends and relatives say she's cute and smart (apparently she never makes enemies, and everyone loves her). The reporter didn't talk to any of our couriers, right?I said. So you don't like her?Xiaomei asked me, her round eyes were full of panic. None of us like, I say, basically the whole world is against us.I read a headline about The Tragedy at the Villa. Hey, what is this?Pipa shook the newspaper in her hand in front of me.Bike courier Alice.Belle in Ingrid.De.Soto's body found at Hagrid mansion Alice? Allegedly, Alice.Belle is traumatized after witnessing a murder scene. I snatched the newspaper from the lute.I see, where is it written? This must be the latest statement. Who said I was traumatized? Well, you do, don't you? I'm traumatized, yes.But that's beside the point.The point is, how did the reporter know that there was me? He knew there was Alice.Pipa said. Why did the police give away my name to the reporter and, that name is fundamentally wrong? In fact, this is not bad, right?Xiaomei asked. I don't know, but it feels weird.Right now, everything is weird.It seems like everything has its own momentum. After the game, everyone sits in a circle, surrounded by water bottles and beer cans, and no one wants to go home immediately.Suddenly David announced to everyone: I have something to say. So go ahead.Pipa said. In fact, it was Dalio who had something to say.David said. Yeah?no. some.Sorry, Dalio, but you have something to say. I do not know what you're talking about. I believe that nothing will happen in the end.But someone died.Two people died.You have to tell the whole story. Dalio was so anxious that he spoke incoherently. Come on, man.David said.I could tell he was nervous.He's never been a tough guy. Dalio put out his cigarette, stomped it on the ground, and lit another.We waited quietly.I had nothing to hide, and finally he said it was true that Estelle said she saw someone else at the scene of the car accident.That guy lives around the corner.He just stopped by to sit at home.He was just walking out the door when you showed up. What is he doing at our house?Miles asked. There was another silence.Dalio took a deep breath.Just came to get something. what? none of your business? Dalio?I said, just say it straight. I have something to give him.He came to get it. thing?Miles' voice was low, growling. yes.thing. what kind of thing?Tobacco? I'm on a tight budget.Need to mobilize cash to get through this.So hello.You also know that these two things are completely irrelevant.But I don't want to confess this in front of the note.Also, don't blame David.I told him not to tell you. You are a fucking idiot.Myers said. What?Dalio said. Are you dealing drugs at my house?He said. I'm just doing my friend a favor. You are so brave.Myers said. Sorry, said Dalio, I didn't know we had house rules. Hoarse arguments broke out.I took it as a breeze blowing through the woods, deaf to what was being yelled at.I tried to think, and at one point covered my ears with my hands.Then I made up my mind.What's his name?I said. What? Your poisonous friend. He is not a poisonous bug.He works in advertising. What's his name? plum. Do you know where he lives? I have his phone number. Then you should call him. You don't know what you are asking me to do. Of course I know.Also, Pipa Oh, my God, Pipa said, how is it now?Big trial?Well, well, I'll tell the police about Jeff and I'm satisfied, right?