Outside Adama Bar.

In a black Honda car, Parry Jones put down her seat and reclined in the passenger compartment.

Her eyes were staring out the window. There were no lights on in the car, so it was difficult to see clearly what was going on inside the car from the outside.

Two people came out of the bar. Parry Jones lay lower, as if she was worried about being seen by the two people.

Fortunately, the two people didn't notice and drove away in a black SUV. Parry Jones also breathed a sigh of relief.

Another white man walked out of the bar, walked to the car with his head lowered, opened the driver's door, and said, "Pari, promise me, there will be no next time."

"Were you discovered by them?"

"No, I'm far away and they can't find me, but I'm really nervous. I'm just a photographer and I don't want to follow the police anymore."

Pari patted his arm, "George, you did a great job. Take a deep breath. You just went to the bar and walked around. You didn't follow anyone at all. Los Angeles is a free city. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Is it useful to keep an eye on them? That Captain Li has a problem with you. I don't think he can tell you any valuable clues."

Parry Jones took out her makeup box and touched up her makeup while saying, "I don't trust him either, and I don't want to rely on anyone else. I only trust my own investigation.

Tell me, what did Luke do in the bar?"

"He sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and kept chatting with the bartender wearing a cowboy hat.

I didn’t dare to get close and I didn’t know what they said.”

"Didn't he do anything else?"

"No."

“Where’s the white rookie?”

"He also chatted with the bartender at first, and then asked the bar patrons about Herson Sweeney. I felt that he didn't gain much."

Pari put away her makeup box and asked the photographer on the side, "How do you feel?"

"very beautiful."

"You take a rest in the car and leave the rest to me.

Believe me, the exclusive report on the case of the headless female corpse will definitely be ours." Pari got out of the car, twisted her waist and entered the bar.

There were more customers in the bar. Pali glanced at them and sat down at the bar.

The cowboy bartender glanced at her and said, "Beauty, what would you like to drink?"

"beer."

The cowboy bartender quickly poured a glass of beer and put it in front of Pari, "Your beer."

"Thanks, cowboy, I like your hat." Pari picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The cowboy bartender smiled and said, "I admire your vision. Is this your first time here?"

"how do you know?"

"I know every customer here. If a young girl comes, I won't forget it."

"Wow, there are so many people in the bar every day, I don't believe you know everyone." Pari tilted her head, showing an expression that looked like you were bragging.

"Forget it if you don't believe it."

"Why did you give in so quickly? I thought you were a tough guy."

"I am, but I don't want to play the 'OK, let's try' game again."

"what does that mean?"

"Nothing." The cowboy bartender shrugged and helped another customer pour a drink.

Pari thought for a moment that the bartender must have been bragging in front of Luke just now. Luke took the opportunity to ask him to identify the photo of Helson Sweeney, and then asked the bartender in a dark way.

This is lapd's usual style.

Very annoying.

Unreasonable.

But it also made her very envious.

"Cowboy, can you do me a favor?"

"you say."

Pari took out her phone and showed a picture of Luke, "Do you know him?"

The cowboy bartender glanced at him with a wary expression, "What do you do?"

"FBI."

The cowboy spread his hands and said, "I bought it for you, are you kidding me?"

A lapd just left, and another FBI came, God, this is a bar!"

"Don't be nervous, I was just joking." Pari Jones showed her press card, "This is my true identity."

"Listen, this isn't funny."

"Sorry, forgive me once." Pari started to pretend to be pitiful.

"Seeing as you are the first female guest tonight, I forgive you."

"Thank you, you are a generous person."

"Yes, everyone says so."

"Such a generous Mr. Cowboy, can you tell me some little secrets?"

The cowboy bartender glanced around and said mysteriously, "15cm."

Pari “…”

"Don't look at me like that, longevity is the most important thing." The cowboy bartender shook his body.

Pali rolled her eyes, "That's not what I wanted to ask."

"I don't care, that's what I want to say."

Pari “…”

After a moment of silence, Pari took a sip of beer and said, "Do you want to make some extra money?"

"No, I am very satisfied with my current job and my need for money is not great."

Pari took out a hundred dollars from her bag, "Answer me a few questions, and this hundred dollars will be yours."

The cowboy bartender looked at the hundred dollars and seemed a little moved, "Is it that simple?"

"That's right, you can make a hundred dollars just by chatting, which is much more cost-effective than selling wine."

The cowboy bartender took a deep breath, "What do you want to ask?"

"What did that lapd tell you just now?"

"Uh...it's nothing, just a few small talk."

Pari was a little dissatisfied with this answer, "After the conversation, did he give you money?"

"No, thank God that stingy guy can pay for the drinks."

"That's the key. You can get money for chatting with me, so don't deal with me, for Franklin's sake."

"OK, he asked me about someone."

"who?"

The cowboy bartender waved.

Pari handed him one hundred dollars.

"Helson." The cowboy bartender picked up the one hundred dollars, looked at it, and kissed it.

"Helson Sweeney."

"Yes, that's the guy. I heard from the policeman that he died last night."

"What else did the policeman say?"

"I didn't ask, and I didn't really care."

"But he sat at the bar for a long time. You couldn't have just chatted about these two words, right?"

"He spent most of his time talking to a sissy police officer, and I just stood by."

"What did they talk about?"

"I didn't hear very clearly."

"Then tell me what you heard."

The cowboy bartender frowned and thought for a while, "Uh... I remember it seemed like... a headless female corpse... the murderer committed suicide out of fear... natural gas or something...

By the way, he also said that the sissy police would collect evidence to close the case."
To be continued...