I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

Another fast food restaurant in the town is also in a remote corner.

Dean smiled at Sam while eating a sandwich, "I bet you, Sammy, that kid must be eating jail in the police station at noon now."

Sam flipped through the gossip magazine in his hand, and said in a maddening voice: "I just invited you to a meal at noon, and you let others dove in the evening. It's not authentic."

Dean shook his head and said, "You don't understand the sinister heart, Sammy. If the kid couldn't resist the police and confessed to both of us, wouldn't we go to the restaurant to make a fool of ourselves."

Sam snorted, "Then we can't help but die like this?"

Dean shrugged: "If that kid didn't confess us, then after solving this case, we can find a way to save him."

Sam's expression was stunned, and he stared at the magazine in his hand blankly. After a while, he blinked and put the magazine in front of Dean: "I think we might not need to save him."

Dean frowned and looked at the magazine suspiciously.

"fear! At an altitude of 30,000 feet, there were even more venomous snakes! ! ! 》

According to the description of this gossip-style article, a month ago, on a flight from Hawaii to Los Angeles, thousands of (??) venomous snakes were secretly put in by terrorists. Fortunately, there was a NIA agent on the plane. Under his leadership, the passengers worked together and managed to escape under Shekou.

From the plot point of view, this article is outrageous. The agent described is almost omnipotent, just like the lonely hero in the movie, the invincible agent. What is surrounded by a group of snakes, using a food delivery truck to save people. What fired on the plane, using the air pressure difference to suck the poisonous snake out. In the end, the agent managed to make an emergency landing and rescued everyone.

Dean put the last bite of bread into his mouth, then shrugged, and said vaguely: "What's wrong? Do you think this kind of bloody plot is true?"

Sam didn't speak, just reached out and turned the impurities a page.

A photo that was obviously secretly taken from a long distance and later restored and magnified appeared in front of Dean.

Dean's mouth grew so big that the crumbs from his mouth fell out without even noticing it.

The young man in the photo was getting off the plane, although his facial features were a bit blurred because of the distance. But Dean can still tell that the person in the photo is almost exactly the same as the "new person" who invited him to dinner at noon today.

Sam leaned over and whispered: "Now you know why I am surprised?"

Dean stammered a little while pointing to the photo: "This photo is fake...No, it should be the person in the photo, not the newcomer kid at all. You know, Asians look the same to us... …"

"Hey, Dean, do you know how awkward what you are saying now?" Sam lowered his voice and gritted his teeth. "You know in your heart that the person in the picture is the same person as that buddy."

"Well, I apologize for what I just said." Dean curled his lips. "But Sammy, you should think so. Maybe... that kid happened to be on that plane that day, so he should be a passenger, not It's the NIA agent."

Sam was a little speechless: "In the United States, do you think the gossip tabloids and the regular media, who exposed the photos more authentically?"

Dean spread his hands and was speechless.

"So Dean, that buddy is a NIA agent at noon..."

Dean pursed his lips.

"...And you asked him to have a lunch..."

Beads of sweat were already oozing on Dean's forehead.

"...More importantly, you deliberately let him dove at night..."

Before Sam could finish speaking, Dean stood up and gritted his teeth: "We should go now, Sammy, we must go now."

But then, Dean quickly sat down again and let out a long breath: "But it's probably too late."

Sam followed Dean's eyes and saw Sharon, dressed in a black suit, black leather shoes, white shirt, and blue tie, appeared at the entrance of the restaurant for some time.

"Damn it, I know how it is possible for people in our business to dress so neatly. Even if they wear a suit, they are all cheap stalls, but Sammy, look at his suit, it costs five thousand dollars. Above?"

Dean gritted his teeth and murmured.

"No, at least ten thousand dollars or more, not including his pair of leather shoes."

Sam answered very calmly.

"These bastards who only waste taxpayers' money...Fak, he came over here...Sami, calm down, stay calm, don't forget this guy sees the difference."

Sam looked at Dean with a nervous face, and some helplessly covering his eyes: "Dean, he can find it here, indicating that our identities have been exposed."

"Oh, that's right. Maybe now this restaurant is surrounded by NIA agents, maybe there are snipers outside looking at our heads..."

While Dean was talking about it, Xie Lun had walked up to them and smiled: "Is my memory wrong, or you guys said it wrong, isn't the restaurant we agreed to meet at noon?"

"Uh..." Dean opened his mouth, speechless.

Sam had no choice but to say: "I'm sorry, Agent Xie, my brother was a little too excited when he knew your true identity."

Xie Lun slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise, and scanned the magazine on the table. After seeing the photo, he instantly understood what was going on. Although NIA has tried its best to suppress Sharon's personal information in order to protect the personal safety of the agents, it has not carried out large-scale reports.

But there is no impermeable wall in the world, let alone gossip tabloids famous for digging the truth. It’s just that most people in the United States take news in tabloid tabloids as daily entertainment, and only guys like Dean and Sam take this kind of thing seriously.

Although such things are generally true.

"Sure it's excited? It's not that I'm scared to be speechless." Now that his identity was exposed, Xie Lun stopped explaining anything. After sitting down across the table, he smiled generously, "As far as I know, Dean and Your father, John, is wanted in several states, right?"

Dean shuddered all over, ready to take the road and flee. Sam held him down and hurriedly said: "Thanks agent, please listen to my explanation, my brother and them..."

Xie Lun waved his hand and smiled: "It's just a joke. By the way, Sam, isn't it your treat for dinner? So now I can order dinner?"

What can Sam say, even though he and Dean have already eaten, they can only obediently call the waiter over to order, but this time only Sharon gobbled it up, and Dean couldn't eat anymore.

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