Screenwriter Mystery

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"Shut up, stupid dog!"

With vulgar cursing in his mouth, Beard staggered down the streets of New York with a bottle of wine.

He turned his head and cursed at the stray dogs on the street.

Beard raised the wine bottle in his hand to take a gulp of wine, and kicked the cans by the roadside with his foot.

Dang, Dang Dang, Dang Dang——

The sound of the deflated soda can rolling on the ground was particularly loud in the empty streets.

In response to this, Beard not only didn't say anything, but laughed out loud.

However, it was in his laughter.

The rolling cans suddenly stopped sounding and stopped at the feet in the distance.

The laughter stopped abruptly, the bearded man looked at the figure that appeared in the distance, stopped the wine bottle in his hand, and there was a bit of doubt on his drunk face.

In the dull eyes of the bearded man, the figure slowly walked out of the shadows.

He looks like a clown!

The clown was wearing an outdated old-fashioned shirt, with a red clown mask on his face, grinning as if to make a happy expression at him.

With brisk footsteps, the clown came to the bearded face, his eyes under the mask stared at his dull face, and asked cheerfully.

"Why...so?"

There was an uncontrollable laughter from the corner of his mouth. The clown looked at the beard in front of him, and continued in a light and pleasant tone: "My mother always taught me not to forget to smile and put on a happy smile. She said that my mission in life is to Must bring joy to all."

"Now, let me give you joy."

As the Joker's voice fell, a burst of uncontrollable laughter came out of his mouth.

"Ha ha……"

Under the influence of the clown's laughter, the corners of his mouth, which had been surprised and dull, began to curl up slightly uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of laughter like the clown came out of his mouth.

Snapped!

The wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into slag, but the bearded man couldn't care about this at all. He stretched out his hands to cover his stomach, and the uncontrollable laughter kept coming out of his mouth.

"Laugh as much as you like, ha...hahahahahaha..."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Several police cars from the New York Police Department surrounded the crime scene.

They separated the crime scene with a long yellow security tape to alienate the people who were watching nearby. At the same time, they questioned the homeless person who found the deceased.

"I didn't do anything."

Under the sharp gaze of the police detective, the homeless man's face could not help but become a bit cramped.

"I just plan to go out and try my luck while it's still early, and see if I can find anything useful. Who would have thought that I would encounter a dead man on the street."

"Then why did you choose to call the police?"

"I don't want to get into trouble."

Facing the police's questioning, the homeless shook his head and gave his reasons.

"If I don't call the police, what if I'm thought to be the murderer of that guy."

"Anyway, I don't want to get myself into too much trouble. After all, my life is miserable enough now, but I don't want to get involved in a murder for no reason."

In front of the detective, tell the other party everything you know.

The homeless glanced awkwardly at the constantly moving police around him, then turned his head to look in the direction of the deceased, and then asked tentatively to the police detective in front of him.

"I've already said what I should say, police officer, isn't it..."

Noticing the eager eyes of the homeless man in front of him, the detective glanced down at the hamburger in his hand, and then threw it to the other party.

"It belongs to you now."

"Thank you, officer, you are really a good person."

Reaching out to take the hamburger thrown by the detective, the homeless man couldn't wait to take a bite and said while chewing.

"Next, if there is anything else to ask, I will find you again, so don't let me run away."

"No, sir, I'm not far from here. You can see me as long as you drive around the street."

Gobbling down the hamburger, the homeless replied in a vague voice.

……

"How about it?"

Ending the questioning about the discovery of the homeless man at the first crime scene, the detective frowned and crossed the cordon.

"There's not much to gain, just a homeless man who stumbled across the dead."

Shaking his head, the detective told his colleagues the results of his investigation and asked at the same time.

"Have you found the identity of the victim?"

"Through the comparison of the driver's seat on the deceased, his identity has been confirmed, Harvey Cruise, a idle guy, used to work in an auto repair shop, but that was a few months ago."

"He went in several times because of alcoholism and violent attacks on others, and the last time he came out was three days ago."

"A guy with a lot of criminal records."

Turning to look at Harvey's body, the detective had several preliminary judgments on the death case.

"Or you can investigate to see who the other party has offended?"

In general, most of these street death cases come from vendetta~www.novelmt.com~ Especially the deceased Harvey Cruise has a criminal record himself.

"If that's the case, then it's simple."

Facing the detective's speculation, the colleague shook his head, and at the same time his eyes turned slightly to the assistant forensic doctor beside him.

Following his colleague's gaze, the detective also looked at him.

"The state of the deceased... very, um... weird."

In response to the look from the detective, the assistant forensic doctor looked at the corpse lying on the ground and made a strange description.

"Weird?"

Hearing the assistant forensic doctor's description of the deceased, the detective couldn't help showing a bit of surprise on his face.

He has been involved in many cases, but this is the first time he has heard an assistant forensic use strange to describe a person's state of death.

"Specific, you will understand at a glance."

The assistant forensic doctor also seemed to know that a simple description could not make the detective understand his own description, so he looked down at the deceased on the ground, and the detective immediately crouched down at the other's gesture.

"This is?"

Looking at Harvey Cruise's face, the detective finally knew why the forensic doctor used weird to describe the other party's state of death.

With a big mouth, the expression on Harvey Cruise's face seemed to be laughing.

"A dead man with a smile?"

It's hard for the detective to imagine the circumstances under which Harvey Cruise would die with a laugh.

"Apart from the expression on his face, I didn't find any obvious wounds on the deceased's body. There was no gunshot wound, no impact on his body, and no signs of poisoning on his body. It can be said that other than a smile, there was no weirdness. place." Looking at the corpse on the ground, the expression on the assistant forensic doctor's face was also full of puzzlement.