Best Actor

    "Fred? I'm in the parking lot on 15th Street just north of Santa Monica, my...that old Ford is gone, I think it might have been stolen." Sean in a baseball cap stood on the side of the street, carefully observing the surroundings while talking on the phone.

    "Okay, then we can be sure." There was silence, and then Frederick sighed.

    "Can you tell me what happened now?" Sean pressed.

    "We will have an interview in fifteen minutes. Until then, it will be the same as before. Don't contact anyone. In addition, I need you to do one thing, Sean," the agent said quickly: "Wait a minute I'll text you the phone number of the LAPD, Santa Monica Precinct 14, I want you to call the case first, don't go through 911, just report the case, and then sign up and sign, but remember, don't It's unlikely that the police will find out who you are...but it's better to be careful."

    "Damn, what happened?" Sean's brows furrowed tightly.

    "I can't speak clearly on the phone," Frederick's tone was quite calm, "Come on, although there is a risk, it's only 8 o'clock, the police have not officially started work, and the police The staff won't be so serious, it's okay to be careful."

    "Then why should I do this?" Sean asked immediately.

    "In order to prove that your car is lost, to prove that you don't know, hurry up!" The agent said and hung up the phone.

    Some depressed Sean had to wait for the text message to arrive, call the police station to report the loss, and then walk over to register.

    As Frederick said, the time is still there, and the police are not very serious. The fat black woman who was in charge of reception at the door did not look at him at all. After Sean explained that it was the person who called the police just now, he threw a form over.

    The handling of lost vehicles in the United States is very simple. Fill in the form, then log the license plate into the computer system, and then send it to the terminals of patrol officers everywhere. As for the future, if you are lucky, maybe a patrol officer will A stolen vehicle is discovered one day, and with bad luck, it may never be found again.

    Of course, if the rich lose their car, the treatment will be different, but Sean doesn't dare to reveal his identity now, which is what Frederick has repeatedly told.

    Although he also thought about whether they colluded to play pranks, after all, when he ran away yesterday, no one said hello, but thinking back to Frederick's tone, this possibility Not high. So the fat woman took the form and stuffed it at the bottom of the stack of documents without looking at it. After it seemed that she would not handle it in a short time, he was relieved.

    After coming out of the police station and waiting on the street for a while, he finally got a call from his agent and quickly found his car.

     "What happened? I dealt with it carefully in the police station, just like in a crime movie." Sean complained half-jokingly after getting into the car.

    But Frederick didn't smile: "Where were you last night?"

    "What are you asking this for?" Sean looked at him alertly.

    "I need to know where you are." The agent accentuated.

    "Then tell me what happened first," Sean immediately increased his tone, "Since I turned on the phone, I have done everything you asked me to do, but nothing Know!"

    The two looked at each other for a while, Frederick raised his hands, and his tone became a little heavy: "Well, around four o'clock this morning, your Ford was in Huntington Park. It was found outside a grove of trees, the front of the car hit a tree and could not move, and a lot of cocaine was spilled on the back seat, at least an ounce!"

    "You mean..." Sean frowned immediately.

    But the agent didn't stop: "A little earlier, about 3:30, 8 miles from finding the car, someone saw your car hit a Drunk and run away quickly."

    Sean's face suddenly became ugly.

     "At about six o'clock, the police came to the door. The drunk man was sent to the hospital and died after being rescued. The car was full of your fingerprints, but when you were not there, the phone could not be reached..." Redrick finally sighed, "They have listed you as the biggest suspect. Although it has not been announced to the public, some sensitive media have come to the door. If you don't come back, they will formally summon you. So, tell me, Sean, where were you last night?!"

    "I last night..." Sean's head began to turn rapidly from the time he heard the cocaine found in the car, "I spent the night in a small park on 12th Street last night. , you know, a lot of things have been bothering me recently, I need to be alone for a while, but I fell asleep under a tree after a long time, and then woke up in the morning, fortunately I didn’t catch a cold.”

    "That's it?" The agent narrowed his eyes.

    "That's it." Sean nodded.

    "Does it look like you slept under a tree all night?" Frederick asked immediately.

    "It'll be like this soon," Sean replied forcefully, "Listen, Fred, I know what you're worried about, I didn't drive around in the middle of the night, and I didn't hit When it comes to people, I don't smoke or carry cocaine, I can do a urine test if necessary, I'm innocent!"

    The agent wanted to say something, but when he saw the time, he could only sigh: "Okay, go back first, you go back alone, call a taxi, keep calm, I'll come with a lawyer later."

    "The best lawyer?" Sean looked at him.

    "The best." Frederick nodded.

    After that, Sean got out of the car and waited for the agent to leave before he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message: No matter what happened, no matter what you saw on TV, ignore it , don't stand up!

    Next, he called the taxi company again, and while waiting, he went to the small park at 12, where he found a tree and sat down and rolled twice.

    Although he did everything he had to do, Sean was surprised when his villa appeared in front of him, even though it was only nine o'clock in the morning, five or six interview cars had already parked outside , many reporters stand at the door and look inside from time to time, wanting to get big news. It seems that the rumor that the police station has an insider in the media is not for nothing, although they haven't looked at the taxi side yet - there are also reporters or reporter assistants who come as taxis - but it will be a matter of time before they notice him.

    "Wow, what happened? Or do you want to hold a press conference here?" the driver asked excitedly.

    "I don't know, just stop at the gate," Sean said, and took a deep breath.

    If possible, he would like to let Galen and the others open the door, and then let the taxi drive directly in, away from these flies. But the problem is, he is now playing a role that he doesn't know anything about, and if he usually goes out alone without saying hello, he won't turn on his main phone until he comes back, but if he calls at this time, it's hard to guarantee that he won't be suspected and arrested. Painful feet.

    Of course, he can explain that seeing so many media outside his home, he wants to ask what happened, but in this case, it is obviously better to have less.

    "God, it's Sean Tang!" After he got out of the car, there was a burst of exclamations, and the waiting media rushed up.

    "I heard that you ran into someone with your car and ran away, is that true?"

    "There is news that you are suspected of drug driving, is it true or false?"

    "The police and prosecutors are at your house right now, do you have anything to say?"

    "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, I just got back." Sean stretched out his hands and pushed the various things in front of him, then frowned, surprised and dazed , appropriately showing the appearance of ignorance.

    Before he walked to the intercom, the door in front of him had already opened. Obviously, Galen and the others in the villa had found him back. After the closed door blocked the reporters from the outside, Sean came to the door in three steps and two steps, calm and eager, and then saw Galen and the others waiting at the door, along with two strangers.

    "Hello, Mr. Tang, we are detectives from the Los Angeles Police Department, and I'm Parker Gooch from the Drug Enforcement Division." A black man came first and said.

    "I'm Alan Gates from the Department of Transportation." Another white man followed.

    "Hey, wait, it's against the rules for you to do this." Galen stopped in front of Sean for the first time.

    The other party didn't care, just looked at him: "Our head and the prosecutor are inside."

    Sean nodded to show that he understood, then pretended to ask Galen: "What happened?"

    After a covert exchange of glances, Galen shrugged: "They said you drove a car and ran away and took drugs."

    "Oh?" Sean raised his eyebrows, "It's impossible, and you seem to be missing a word."

    "They didn't use the word 'suspected' in the first place," Galen looked hostilely at the two detectives in front of him, "and the car in the photo is indeed your Ford , a lot of cocaine was spilled in the back seat."

    The two police detectives didn't say anything. In this case, Sean didn't talk nonsense with them, and walked inside first: "It must have been the car thief, I reported the loss dozens of minutes ago. already."

    Soon came to the living room, a few glances fell on him, and then a slightly fat middle-aged man with a mustache and a tall and thin bald guy in a suit and leather shoes left come over.

    "Hello, Mr. Tang, this is John Kerry of the LAPD Drug Enforcement Division, and this is District Attorney Thomas Anderson," said the middle-aged man with a mustache. "You are now suspected of drug driving and ramming to death and escaping. Please follow us to the police station to assist in the investigation."

    "I need to know the specifics." Sean didn't plan to follow their rhythm, "I'll wait for my lawyer."

    "Of course you have the right to know, Mr. Tang, but please understand and cooperate with us. The matter has been spread, I don't think you would like to see more and more media outside?" Prosecutor Anderson asked with a smile.

    "I understand, but going to the police station will not change the situation." Although Sean said this, he still made a cooperative gesture.

    The prosecutor chuckled lightly, then called a policeman over, took out the handcuffs and put them on Sean.

    "This is?" Sean frowned.

    "Please understand that this is a necessary procedure. If you don't want to be seen by the media, you can cover it with clothes." The prosecutor said.

    Although it felt wrong, Sean didn't know what was wrong, so he nodded to Galen and Sanders, and went out with the prosecutor.

    The tall and thin Anderson stepped out, with a triumphant smile on his mouth, and then heard a voice in front: "Wait a minute, please untie the handcuffs for my client."