Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 104: Astonishing Discovery!

In the interrogation room, Fletcher looked listless but appeared to be in a much better mental state than yesterday.

Upon entering the interrogation room, Mona brought her laptop and sat on the chair across from Fletcher, while Luo An threw a folder onto the table and stood beside them.

"Good morning."

Seeing Mona's puzzled look, Luo An's eyelids twitched, he pretended not to see, and then tilted his head toward Fletcher:

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, thank you."

Fletcher's face was rigid as he shook his head, and expressed his confusion upon hearing Luo An's words:

"I already told you everything that happened yesterday, why are you looking for me again?"

"No, Fletcher, there's still a lot you haven't clearly told us about."

Seeing Fletcher refuse their bitter coffee unknowingly, Luo An raised his eyebrows and then said:

"I need you to tell us about all the experiences you had after writing this script."

Fletcher was not in good mental condition yesterday, and what he said was only a brief account, Luo An needed to know more details.

Not only does the devil hide in the details, but the bank robbers involved in the heist might as well.

"What?"

Hearing Luo An's words, Fletcher's scalp tightened, and he exclaimed loudly:

"How is that possible! That happened so long ago! How can I remember every single day's events!"

"You don't need to remember every day."

Luo An shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

He indicated that he knew Fletcher's memory couldn't be that good, so Fletcher just needed to clarify whom he met and what he did during the process of writing the story.

"This is simply impossible."

Fletcher still shook his head, upon which Luo An smirked coldly and said:

"Fletcher, don't forget about the flour incident. I'm not forcing you, but rather helping you get the opportunity to request leniency in front of the judge."

Hearing Luo An's words, Fletcher was stunned for a moment, then sighed deeply, and finally raised his head, asking softly:

"I will try to recall those things, but before that, could I have a cup of coffee?"

"No problem!"

Upon hearing this, Luo An grinned, waved his hand indicating Mona didn't need to move, turned, and left the interrogation room to personally pour Fletcher a cup of coffee.

"Thank you."

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

"Pfft—"

The bitter taste fiercely exploded on his tongue, Fletcher's eyes widened, and he immediately spat the coffee out of his mouth.

"Awake now?"

Seeing Fletcher's suddenly red face, Luo An, who successfully avoided the incoming coffee, smiled slightly, placed the folder in front of Mona, then turned on the recorder, indicating Fletcher could start talking.

Mona: "…"

Looking significantly more alert than before, Fletcher glared fiercely at Luo An, fell silent for a moment, closed his eyes, and began to speak slowly:

"When I decided to dedicate the rest of my life to fulfilling my wife's dreams, the first person I went to find was…"

Fletcher's narration, neither hurried nor slow, began to echo in the interrogation room. Half an hour later, Luo An's phone suddenly rang.

"Keep going."

Seeing Fletcher interrupted by the ringtone, Luo An waved his hand to indicate he should continue, as he himself turned and left the interrogation room.

"It's me, Reesi."

The voice of Reesi on the phone sounded very helpless, and after connecting she said:

"Luo An, I have both good news and bad news here, which one would you like to hear first?"

Luo An's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this, and he replied:

"Start with the bad news."

"The bad news is, after employing Reid's unique interrogation techniques, we've discovered something,"

In the two-story car garage manager's office, Reesi looked at the employees busily working below and said with a sense of exasperation:

"The employees at this repair shop definitely don't take the money left in the cars by the owners, but other than that, they've done everything.

Including but not limited to stealing a cigarette or two, sneaking a slice or two of pizza... Of course, that includes sneaking a peek at someone else's notebook.

So, all the employees at this repair shop know about the story noted in Fred's notebook.

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

"…Okay."

Upon hearing this, Luo An's expression immediately stiffened:

"What's the good news?"

"The good news is, I found out why Dilanno, one of the robbers, planned to use a Journalist for scouting without having seen the screenplay."

Mona, holding the repair records from the office, sighed and said:

"Because after Dilanno got out of prison, he also came here to repair his car, and then he got the idea while chatting with the employees of this repair shop."

"…That doesn't seem like good news."

Luo An's mouth twitched and he rubbed his brow, remaining silent for a long time before saying:

"So we actually don't know how many people have heard about this story from the mouths of the car wash employees, right?"

"Um, not exactly."

Reesi shook the repair records in her hands:

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

"…Alright, bring me the list."

After hanging up the phone, Luo An felt not just a pain in his back but also in his head.

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Re-entering the interrogation room, Luo An briefly told Fletcher the situation and then with Mona's brows deeply furrowed, spread his hands:

"Unfortunately, Mr. Fletcher, if nothing unexpected happens, your story might not be able to be turned into a screenplay, because too many people know about it.

I can't determine whether someone wrote this story into a screenplay before you and submitted it to a film company."

After hearing Luo An's words, an initially very nervous Fletcher suddenly relaxed and then waved his hand, saying indifferently:

"No problem, it can't be that case. As soon as I wrote this story, I registered it with Hollywood.

If someone else wrote a screenplay that is the same as this story after me, it would be considered plagiarism.

And just to let you know, right after I registered the story, a film company contacted me wanting to buy the screenplay.

But the offer was only 500 US Dollars, too low, so I refused."

"Another film company contacted you?"

Hearing this news, Luo An's frown deepened.

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

But the media outside haven't reported this yet, indicating they haven't discovered this point, that's somewhat good news.

After all, at this time, besides the entertainment newspapers, the bosses of other newspapers in the New York Region are too proud to focus much attention on Hollywood.

For a moment, Mona's brows are furrowed tightly, and Luo An is full of curses.

Taking a deep breath, Luo An suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and asked:

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

"Golden Light Film of Hollywood."

Fletcher scoffed, he had never even heard of this company.

Seeing Luo An's gaze, Mona nodded and began to look into this film company with her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"OK."

Luo An stood still, changed his position, and had just asked Fletcher a few questions when Mona suddenly slammed the table:

"Luo An, come look at this!"

"What happened?"

Hearing Mona, Luo An quickly moved closer to her.

Following Mona's pointer, Luo An's eyes fell on the laptop screen.

There it was, the boss of Golden Light Film sitting in a café chatting with a man.

"This…"

Luo An tilted his head toward Mona, puzzled.