Chapter 21 Chapter 21

The amazed silence lasted only a moment.Then, chirping and murmurs sounded in the stadium, and everyone watched nervously, explained, and guessed. Mirror. What exactly does that mean? My emotions were also turbulent, but I couldn't tell what it meant at once.Is it a symbol of some kind of profound meaning?Or some kind of weird message?Is it painful begging?I was silent, just wanting to hear other people's analysis.Perhaps, this is just a coincidence. Impossible, this is very important information, the appearance of the mirror here is definitely not accidental.This hockey rink is a stage and a very important part of the whole performance.He put the mirror and the remains of the corpse together, which seemed random, but actually had a clear purpose. He was carefully conveying a very secret message.

Was this information passed on to me? What does this mirror actually mean? Dismembering corpses and draining blood—precise and elegant.But this mirror—if it came from the truck I was chasing would be different.If the mirror is from that truck, it must be aimed at me. But what does that mean? "Is there something special about this rear-view mirror?" said Deborah, who was standing next to me. "I don't know," I said, still feeling the electricity go through my head. "I'll bet you that if the mirror didn't come from that refrigerated truck, I'd treat you to dinner at Joe's Stone Crab."

"I'm more concerned that the mirror solves an important mystery." "What mystery?" I was a little surprised, did she have a premonition, and it was when I didn't have any clue. She nodded toward the edge of the hockey rink, where several officers from the police station were squatting. "Man, this case belongs to us. It's a matter of jurisdiction." On the surface, Detective LaGuerta didn't care much about the new evidence, but it might also be a fake, used to cover up her inner thinking.She stood with Doakes. "Morgan," LaGuerta said to Deborah, "I hardly recognize you in this outfit."

"Inspector, even you may miss some obvious things." "Yeah, that's why some of us never get to be detectives." Deborah was young and energetic, and he was completely caught by LaGuerta's aggressive method, and LaGuerta won the victory without any effort. LaGuerta didn't revel in the victory for long, and turned to speak to Doakes. "Find the person who keeps the key to the stadium, and check all the people who have entered the stadium." "Go through every lock to see if someone has broken in?" Doakes said. "No," LaGuerta frowned slightly, "This case is related to the ice hockey rink. The muscular tissue injury must have happened on the ice rink, right here. That refrigerated truck was just a ecstasy." Her words were obvious. It was to Deborah, but this time the bullet missed without her.

"I think you can go home, Dexter. I know where you live, and I'll come to you when I need you." LaGuerta said this completely business-like, without any flirting She is not in the mood anymore. Deborah walked me to the gate of the playground. "If things go on like this, I'll be a traffic cop at an intersection in less than a year," she mutters. "Come on, Deborah, you'll be able to change into a traffic police uniform in at least two months." I said, "Well, seriously. You can't talk to her like that. It's a political game, but you don't Have fun."

"I'm not playing a game," she growled. "As long as that dorky LaGuerta stays in charge of the case, the executioner will always be free. And as long as I catch the murderer, I can change that." That's how Deborah doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth. Apart from this shortcoming, she can be regarded as a smart person, a 100% smart person.She had inherited Harry's directness, but lacked the wisdom behind her father's directness.For Harry, straightforwardness was a way of dealing with the dirty stuff; for Deborah, straightforwardness was pretending there was nothing dirty in the world at all.