Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 105 Surprising Discovery!

In the interrogation room, Fletcher was sluggish, but it seemed that his mind was much better than yesterday.

Walking into the interrogation room, Mona took a laptop and sat on the chair opposite Fletcher, while Roan threw the folder on the table and stood beside the two.

"Good morning."

Seeing Mona's suspicious eyes, Roan's eyelids twitched, pretending not to see it, and then tilted his head to look at Fletcher:

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No thanks."

Fletcher with a stiff face shook his head, heard Roan's words, and asked:

"I told you all about what happened yesterday, why are you still looking for me?"

"No, Fletcher, there are still many things you haven't explained to us clearly."

Seeing that Fletcher refused to drink their bitter coffee without knowing it, Roan frowned, and then said:

"I need you to tell us all your experiences after writing this script."

Fletcher's mental condition was not very good yesterday, and what he said was just an overview. Roan needs to know more details.

Not only is the devil hiding in the details, bank robbers likely do, too.

"What?"

Hearing Roan's words, Fletcher tightened his scalp and shouted:

"How is this possible! How long ago was that! How can I remember what happened every day!"

"Not every day."

Roan shook his head and crossed his hands on his chest.

Said that he knew that Fletcher's memory could not be so good, so Fletcher only needs to clarify who he met and what he did in the process of writing this story.

"It's simply impossible."

Fletcher still shook his head. Seeing this, Roan hooked the corner of his mouth and said in a cold voice:

"Fletcher, don't forget about the flour. I'm not forcing you, but I'm helping you get a chance to ask for a reduced sentence in front of the judge."

Hearing Roan's words, Fletcher was taken aback for a moment. After a long silence, he sighed, finally raised his head, and asked in a low voice:

"I'll go over those things carefully, but before that, can I have a cup of coffee?"

"no problem!"

When Roan heard this, he grinned, waved his hand to signal Mona not to move, turned and left the interrogation room, and poured a cup of coffee for Fletcher himself.

"Thanks."

Seeing the coffee in front of him, Fletcher politely said thank you, and then...

"puff--"

The bitter feeling suddenly exploded on the tip of his tongue, Fletcher stared, and spit out the coffee in his mouth instantly.

"Spirited."

Seeing Fletcher's flushed face for a moment, Roan, who managed to avoid the entrance of coffee, smiled slightly, put the folder in front of Mona, and then turned on the tape recorder, indicating that Fletcher could start narrating.

Mona: "..."

Fletcher, who was several times more energetic than before, gave Roan a hard look, fell silent for a while, closed his eyes, and began to speak slowly:

"When I had the opportunity to live out my wife's dream for the rest of my life, the first person I went to was..."

Fletcher's unhurried narration sounded in the interrogation room, and more than half an hour later, Roan's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Go on."

Seeing that Fletcher was interrupted by the ringing of the phone, Roan waved his hand to signal him to continue, and he turned and left the interrogation room.

"It's me, Lacey."

Lacey's voice on the other end of the phone was very helpless, and after answering the phone, she said:

"Roan, now I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Luo An frowned immediately when he heard the words, and said:

"Let's start with the bad news."

"The bad news is that, after Ryder's unique interrogation techniques, we've learned one thing,"

In the manager's office of the two-story car repair shop, Lacey looked at the busy employees below and said very speechlessly:

"The guys at this repair shop, it's true that they don't take money that the owner left in the car, but they've done everything else.

Including but not limited to stealing one or two cigarettes, eating one or two pieces of pizza...Of course, it also includes secretly looking through other people's notebooks.

So all the employees in this car repair shop know the story recorded in Fred's notebook.

There was even a boy who came here to work part-time, and said that the story was good, and it would be even better if it could be made into a movie. "

"……All right."

When Luo An heard this, his face froze suddenly:

"What about the good news?"

"The good news is that I know about the latter two cases. Why did Dilano, one of the robbers, plan to use the reporter to scout the spot without reading the script."

Mona took the car repair records in the office, sighed and said:

"Because Dilano also came here to repair cars after he was released from prison, and then he got the idea when he chatted with the employees of this car repair shop."

"...This doesn't seem like good news."

The corner of Luo An's mouth twitched, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said after a long silence:

"So we don't really know how many people have heard the story from the workers at the car wash, right?"

"Uh, actually not."

Lacey shook the car repair record in her hand:

"We can check the list of customers who have repaired cars here in the past two months."

"...Alright, you take the list back."

After hanging up the phone, Roan felt not only pain in his back, but also a little pain in his head.

Re-entering the interrogation room, Roan briefly told Fletcher about the matter, and then spread his hands under Mona's frowning:

"Unfortunately, Mr. Fletcher, if there are no accidents, your story may not be able to be made into a script, because too many people know about it.

I can't tell if anyone else wrote this story before you and pitched it to a studio before you did. "

After listening to Roan's words, Fletcher, who was still very nervous, was relieved immediately, then waved his hand, and said nonchalantly:

"It's okay, there's no way this is going to happen. When the story was first written, I registered it with Hollywood.

Someone after me who writes a screenplay identical to this story will only be accused of plagiarism.

And to tell you the truth, as soon as I registered the story, a film company contacted me and wanted to buy the script.

But the asking price was only $500, which was too low, so I turned it down. "

"Has the film company contacted you?"

Hearing this news, Roan frowned even more.

How many people know this story? How many people know the specific details of this story?

However, the outside media haven't written about this matter in the newspapers, which means they haven't discovered this yet, which is barely good news.

After all, at this point in time, except for the entertainment newspapers, the elders of other newspapers in the New York area are very arrogant, and most of the time they will not focus on Hollywood.

For a moment, Mona frowned, and Roan was full of MMP.

Taking a deep breath, Roan suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and asked:

"What's the name of that movie company?"

"Hollywood Cotai Films."

Fletcher curled his lips in disdain, he had never heard of this company.

Seeing Roan's eyes, Mona nodded, fingers fluttering, and began to investigate the situation of the film company.

"OK."

Roan stood where he was, changed his posture, and just asked Fletcher a few words, Mona suddenly slapped the table:

"Roan, come and see!"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing what Mona said, Roan hurried to her side.

Following Mona's pointing, Roan turned his gaze to the laptop screen.