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“You must be careful when answering questions.”

Sitting behind a desk in an office at the Los Angeles Police Department, Murphy was still thinking about the counsel from his previous call, "Be careful of the language traps in the police's words."

When leaving the TV station, Murphy met the police without any surprise. He volunteered to assist the other party, and then came to the Los Angeles County Police Department.

The current situation is completely in Murphy's vision, so he is not panicked at all when he comes to assist in the investigation, let alone he has made sufficient preparations.

Not long after waiting, the door was pushed open from outside. Two detectives, a man and a woman whom Murphy knew, walked in. They put down their folders and pens and sat opposite the table. Their expressions were not very good, as if they were preparing to interrogate the prisoner.

Murphy was calm enough. On the way to arrive, Channel 6 Kara Fis sent a reporter to wait for the news outside the police station.

After all, he is just a freelance journalist who shoots news videos, not a criminal who violates the law.

"Your rights have been read to you before." The male detective spoke first, "And you came here voluntarily, right?"

"That's right." Murphy nodded slightly, "That's exactly."

"You know that this is going to be videotaped?"

Hearing this, Murphy looked at the camera in the corner of the wall and said deliberately in a joke tone, "Of course! I saw that camera, and it was a wide-angle shot."

The male detective seemed to be stimulated by this, stopped his hand to open the document, changed to a straight sitting position, and said, "Why did you appear in Beverly Hills and Morz Pizza tonight? Did you call the police?"

He looked straight into Murphy's eyes, as if he wanted to see through everything.

“I am a freelance journalist and my main jobs are Santa Monica, West Hollywood and Beverly Hills.”

The other party's eyes twitched a little. Murphy said basic facts. He knew that if he wanted to pass the test, most of what he said must be true and could stand the test. "I left the city center tonight. I went to the West Hollywood area first. While waiting for the news in a middle-class community there, I suddenly found someone staring at me in a car on the side of the road."

Murphy was like explaining the facts, "I didn't pay much attention at the beginning, but after driving around the middle-class community for a while, I found that the car and the person suddenly followed me. I thought something was wrong and got rid of them."

The two detectives had expressionless expressions.

"When I was about to leave that community, I saw the car again from a distance." Murphy's tone was steady. "I was curious about why the other party was following me, so I followed me from afar and walked too far. There was another person on the outside of Beverly Hills. I saw them look familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it."

The female detective looked at the male detective and saw the suspicion like herself in the other person's eyes.

"My driving skills are not very good, and to avoid being discovered, I lost them when I entered Ronald Avenue." Murphy always added a lie to most of the truth, "Although I was curious about why the car had tracked me before, I still had work to do, so I planned to give up pursuing the truth."

He coughed lightly, "I didn't expect that I walked straight along Ronald Avenue and saw the car again at the intersection of Seventh Street. The two men just got out of the car and entered the pizza shop."

"Did you confirm they are the murderers?" asked the male detective.

"No, no, I just feel like I look a little bit like that." Murphy shook his head first, and then said, "But when one of them entered the restaurant, I saw the gun under his clothes, and I confirmed that it was them!"

The female detective suddenly spoke, "You said before that you didn't see their faces clearly."

"I really didn't see their faces clearly," Murphy said, spreading his hands, "It's so dark that I can't see clearly, but I can remember a person's body shape, make judgments based on their body shape and way of walking, and they carry... guns!"

Murphy shrugged, "I believe you know that many people can judge a person based on their shape and gait, so I took out my cell phone and called the police immediately."

A little sarcastic appeared on the male detective's face, "Is this your story?"

"This is the fact!" Murphy said without any doubt, "This is why I came here on my own initiative to report to you the situation at that time!"

He said again, "I guess those two people may have seen the news video I took, tracked me down, and then prepared to do something to me."

Murphy sat here, honestly like a newborn child.

"It's wonderful." The male detective did not hide the sarcasm on his face. "Do you want to know what I think about this?"

"Of course." Murphy nodded, "please agree."

"I think you've concealed the news. I think you saw the two men who committed the crime on Bill Road at that time." The male detective stood up and said condescendingly. "You saw that car, and then hid it. You wanted to get the material you wanted to shoot."

He stared at Murphy, "Is that true?"

"It's a wonderful story, but unfortunately it's not true." Murphy looked at the male detective without hesitation. "I am a responsible citizen of Los Angeles and would not do such a thing. It also violates my professional ethics."

The male detective leaned over, "You are equivalent to killing someone!"

"You have a colleague who is seriously injured. I understand why you think so, but that's not the truth." Murphy was still calm. "I didn't do this, and my work ethics don't allow me to do such a mistake."

"Don't think of lied to me." The male detective was a little excited.

"I never thought of cheating on you." Murphy looked at him, "You know what I said is true."

"I think your words are all lies!" The male detective pressed his hands on the table, leaning over and oppressing Murphy with his momentum, "You are a liar who uses any means to achieve your goals!"

Murphy looked at him without blinking.

The male detective said again, "You took pictures of these and sold them all!"

"What I do is the journalist business," Murphy said for granted, "This is my duty. My duty tells me that I cannot ignore such news, and that the public cannot miss such news. They have the right to know the news."

"You..." The male detective raised one hand, "We will make you pay..."

The female detective quickly pulled him, and the male detective subconsciously looked at the camera behind and swallowed the half of the words he didn't say back into his stomach.

Murphy was still sitting very calmly across from them.

The two detectives are not fools either. They know that they have met a strong opponent. This person is meticulous and stable, and is very difficult to deal with.

Most importantly, they cannot produce any evidence to prove that the other party is lying.

In Los Angeles, there are surveillance videos on many main roads. The videos and pictures they can retrieve, the driving route of the black Ford sedan is exactly what the guy on the other side said.

Fox TV Channel 6 stared at the police station. Without evidence, they could not take too much action. The reporters from Channel 6 were outside the police station, hoping that they would do some excessive behavior.

Not long after, Murphy's lawyer Robert rushed to the police station. As a person who came to assist in the investigation, Robert did not take much effort to complete the procedures with the police. When it was completely dawn, Murphy and his lawyer had already walked out of the police station openly.

"Thank you, Robert."

In the parking lot in front of the police station, Murphy shook hands with Robert and said goodbye, "This incident made me realize the importance of a professional like you. As a witness, I almost suffered unfair treatment from the police."

"I will protest to the police." Robert shook hands with Murphy and reminded, "If there is still trouble later, remember to call me as soon as possible."

Murphy nodded slightly, "I will."

In order to avoid the tragedy of his ex, after Murphy gained a stable income, he spent a lot of money to hire a well-known lawyer like Robert. There is a reason for this.

To live a more stable and decent life in this country, it is essential to have your own lawyer.

As soon as he got into his car, Murphy's mobile phone rang. He didn't look at it, and answered it directly, "Hello, this is Murphy Stanton."

"Murphy, it's me, Kara." A slightly tired female voice was opposite, "How is it, has the police embarrassed you?"

"A little bit," Murphy replied calmly, "but I settled it all."

Perhaps the videos provided in the past two days have actually increased the ratings. Kara on the other end of the phone rarely showed concern, "Don't let go of her vigilance, especially don't do things that make the police feel sensitive recently."

Murphy nodded, "I know, it's too late for me to hide from them now."

So many things have happened in the past two days. Murphy is very clear that he must have been on the Los Angeles police blacklist. There is no evidence for this matter and there is no way to deal with him. But if they get to catch the pain, they will definitely settle the new and old accounts together.

After hanging up the phone with Kara, Murphy passed the latest incident and confirmed that there were no omissions, then he started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

In the eyes of many people, it is definitely not worth it, but Murphy does not regret it at all. Any process of capital condensation has never been smooth sailing and is always full of hardships. A small person like him who has almost no sense of existence must use some extraordinary means to obtain a considerable amount of start-up capital.

Besides, this is America, not the other side of the Pacific Ocean where he gave birth to him and raised him.

Murphy never had the feelings of a universal saint.

When he returned home, Murphy did not rest, but endured his fatigue and sleepiness, went to the bank first and exchanged a check of 30,000 US dollars and a check of 100,000 US dollars into his bank account.

With money in hand, Murphy also knew that he still needed to deal with the tax bureau. He had already committed LAPD people and did not want to mess with the tax bureau that was a hundred times more difficult.

This aspect can be left to the lawyer to handle, and it is still far from the tax payment season, so there is no need to worry for the time being.

In addition to these, Murphy met with lawyer Robert several times in the next few days, asking the other party to ask the Los Angeles Police Department for a reward of $100,000.
Chapter completed!