Chapter 183 The car was crashed within 10 minutes of getting it

   "It's just very broken."

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

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

  Drinking and drinking, she started to cry, saying that she was under too much pressure, 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, and she said what she thought, but she didn’t say it deeply, so I didn’t understand it very much, so I had to comfort her all the time...”

  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 Louisa 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 Louisa shook her head after listening:

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

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

  Continued to inquire for a while, Roan finally handed Luisa to Mona, asking her to write down everything Luisa said just now, and he went to the side to call Lacey.

  The call was quickly connected.

   "I'm Lacey."

  Roan asked directly:

   "What's the situation with 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 downstairs from the cosmetics company said:

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

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

   "Where's the owner 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 is a white woman in her fifties who will soon be sixty.

   "O...K."

  Roan 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 broke up with her boyfriend a month ago.

   But Triss doesn't look too sad. "

   Really has a boyfriend!

  Roan frowned:

   "Is her boyfriend sad about the breakup?"

"I have no idea."

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

   "Sorry."

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

   "What's the name of Triss's 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 talk to this ex-boyfriend now.

   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.

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

   "We found the car."

  —

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

  Driving at high speed 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-Wolster, with no criminal record.

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

   "Quanter did not report the loss."

  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?"

   "Uh, 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 once again showed an expression of envy and hatred, and said:

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

   "The latest Mercedes?"

  Roan’s mouth twitched, and he turned around and asked:

   "This kind of car was lost, and the 18-year-old Quantel-Wolster didn't find it?"

   "I really haven't found it yet."

  Ten fingers tapped 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 the hands of Quantel, and it was sent to a car repair shop for repairs."

   "This driving technology...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 garbage that comes into view.

  In 2005, the economic situation of the Federation was not bad, and there were not too many homeless people.

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

  Opening the door and stepping off the SUV, Roan looked around at the terrain and structure of the abandoned factory, frowning:

   "It's really a good place to kill and throw corpses."

   "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 cab of the Mercedes-Benz.

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

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

   After a lot of effort, Mona, who managed to find the car keys, got out of the car and frowned when she saw Roan's actions:

   "Roan, what are you doing?"

   "Of course it's Triss Perez."

  Roan kept moving, explaining:

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

  As for the possibility that Triss is still 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 thinks that the other party will probably not spare Triss's 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 keys, there was no reason to give up. Mona immediately walked to the back, pressed the button, and opened the trunk.

   Empty.

   "Sonof than eat!"

  Mona yelled at the murderer.

   Turning to look for Roan, Mona found him 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 when encountering problems, saw what made him show this expression.

  (end of this chapter)