I traverse America, using holy light to quell American terror!

Looking at the detective who flashed his badge,

Li Yuan, who was usually very "law-abiding", felt a little flustered.

"Hiss...which case has landed on me..."

Although he was inwardly wondering, Li Yuan still managed a calm smile.

"Yes, that's me. May I ask what brings you here?"

The young white detective in the lead scrutinized Li Yuan for a moment with a serious expression.

Seeing that his expression was normal, he then asked:

Do you know Jack Hans?

Upon hearing this name, Li Yuan breathed a sigh of relief without showing any emotion.

He nodded and said calmly:

"Yes, I know him. Captain Hans is a very good pilot; I admire him."

The two detectives exchanged a glance, and the white detective asked in a curt tone:

"So, were you with him in the early hours of October 25th?"

I sensed that the other person seemed to doubt me.

Li Yuan suddenly laughed and asked curiously:

"Officer, what exactly happened?"

Not getting the answer he wanted, the white detective suddenly widened his eyes.

He approached Li Yuan and growled in a low voice:

"I expect you to answer the questions truthfully. Don't try to play tricks on me!"

Li Yuan took a small step back and fanned himself with his hand in front of him:

"My God, it stinks!"

"What are you talking about? You..."

"Hey! Detective, are you interrogating my friend like a criminal?"

Edward, who had just parked his car, jogged over.

He shouted, interrupting the white detective's questioning.

After this argument, passersby all stopped in their tracks.

They looked over curiously, wanting to see what had happened.

Seeing that the crowd of onlookers was growing, another older black detective reluctantly pulled his erratic colleague back.

He whispered, "David, calm down."

He then nodded politely to Li Yuan:

"Hello, I'm Detective William."

"Jack Hans has gone missing. If possible, I would like to ask you some simple questions."

Seeing that the detective's attitude was fairly good,

Li Yuan nodded and said with a smile:

"I had made an appointment with Captain Hans for dinner that evening, but he had something come up and had to cancel."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"That night he took me to a hotel in the suburbs of Los Angeles, and I don't know what happened after that."

Detective William quickly jotted down Li Yuan's words in his notebook.

After a moment, he continued to ask:

Could you tell me the name of the hotel?

"Of course, there's nothing to hide."

Li Yuan said with a relaxed expression:

"The hotel is called Sweet House, and the owner, Renault, is a nice guy."

Thank you for your cooperation.

Kevin, having put away his notebook, reached out his hand to Li Yuan.

He said with a hint of apology, "I apologize for my companion's rudeness."

"It's nothing."

Li Yuan shook hands with him:

"After all, men also have those few days every month."

Hearing Li Yuan's teasing, the onlookers couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn it! What are you saying, you bastard?!"

An enraged David began swearing at Li Yuan and tried to charge at him.

However, his partner Kevin grabbed him tightly and dragged him back into the police car...

"Don't worry, Detective David, I'll write a complaint to the Los Angeles Police Department."

Li Yuan smiled and waved at the departing police car.

Edward, standing beside him, asked curiously:

"What's wrong with that guy?"

Li Yuan shrugged and said helplessly:

"Who knows? Maybe he forgot to take his medicine before he left home."

Back at the firm, Li Yuan told Edward about his plan:

"Edward, I hope you can help me find someone to design a website."

As he spoke, Li Yuan handed the DV camera to Edward.

"This contains the combat footage I commissioned this time."

Could you please put it on my homepage, and then leave our phone number and address there?

"That's a great idea!"

Edward's eyes lit up, and he excitedly gripped the DV camera, saying:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Then Li Yuan took out a check and handed it to Edward, saying with some helplessness:

"I'll just file my taxes normally. I don't want these bastards to cause me trouble over this. After all, the IRS isn't someone to be trifled with."

There's an old saying in America...

Nothing in this world is certain except death and taxes.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan said viciously:

"They listed holy water for me on a website, priced at $10 a bottle...wait a minute..."

Li Yuan stroked his chin and thought for a while before saying:

"Let's call it 'Strong Exorcism Water,' so the church won't accuse me of copyright infringement!"

Edward stared blankly for a moment, mouth agape, then murmured:

"Can...can it be sold?"

"Just sell it, someone will buy it."

Li Yuan was full of confidence, after all, those liver pies sold for $5 each.

If it weren't for the somewhat abstract combination of pies and exorcism, Li Yuan would have liked to put the pies on the shelves.

"Okay, you decide."

Edward nodded and prepared to go out to run errands.

Li Yuan suddenly said:

"After the money is transferred to the account, I'll use it all to buy Apple stock."

"what?"

Edward was startled again.

The stock market crash of the previous year was still fresh in his mind; he never expected that Li Yuan would still dare to play the stock market.

"Bullshit! I advise you to invest your money in it too. This stock is very stable."

Apple stock was still very cheap at this time, less than $19 a share.

Its subsequent appreciation potential represents a very stable long-term investment.

Edward walked hesitantly toward the door.

He muttered to himself:

"Then I'll trust you this once..."

With Edward gone, the firm returned to silence.

Li Yuan put his feet on the desk and leaned back in the chair.

He would occasionally take out his phone and send Megan a couple of messages.

"Li, lately on set, I keep seeing an old man wearing a top hat staring at me."

"There's nothing special about this, is there? If you dislike him, you can choose to call the police."

"For the past six months, I've been playing small roles in various film and television productions, but I run into him every time I switch productions..."

Upon seeing this, Li Yuan immediately sat up straight and asked curiously:

"Is this a die-hard fan?"

Megan recalled the way the old man looked at her.

I subconsciously touched the cross on my neck.

She typed a message on her phone to Li Yuan:

"But no one but me can see him..."

Li Yuan frowned and pondered: "What exactly is this thing? A ghost?"

Does he show up every day?

"No, it only happens occasionally."

"Come visit my office when you have time, and I'll take a look and see if there are any problems."

"Sigh... It's a pity we have to wait until January. My mom has already filled the remaining two months of the year with plans."

"No problem, you're welcome here anytime."

As Li Yuan replied to the message with a smile, the door to the firm was pushed open.

As a wind chime rang, a Mediterranean man wearing a Roman collar slowly walked in.