Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

The last time, the gold ornaments Luke and Walker dug up at Bear Lake had similar craftsmanship.

He suspected that this gold watch also came from the treasure buried by Forest Finn.

"Where is my treasure?"

The white middle-aged man with a scar on his face seemed bewildered by the question, "What treasure, I don't know what you're talking about?"

Luke said, "That black woman and the old man stole my treasure, you robbed them, so the treasure must have ended up in your hands."

"Haha... another poor soul looking for treasure." The scarred man chuckled, shaking his head, "Those two people you mentioned didn't have any treasure at all."

"Then why did you kill them?"

"I wanted to be happy, killing makes me happy, dying at my hands is their honor." The scarred man's voice suddenly rose, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Being caught by me is also your honor." Luke smiled, pocketing the watch, "Let's talk, where did you hide my treasure?"

"Don't you understand English? I've been using this watch for a month now, and you have the nerve to call it yours?"

"So, you're saying you stole my treasure a month ago."

The scarred man "..."

Luke glanced around, advising, "Give me back the treasure, it would be beneficial for everyone."

The scarred man retorted, "What's in it for me?"

"My companion has a medical kit; when he gets here, he can bandage your wounds, allowing you to survive."

"And then, hand me over to the police, spending the rest of my life in prison?"

"By the sound of it, you seem to have killed quite a few people." Luke speculated, "You wouldn't have any other criminal records, would you?"

"Heh heh..." The scarred man sneered, "Don't expect to get anything from me; even killing me won't do."

Luke said softly, "I won't kill you, I'll heal your wounds, then let you know that prison is not the worst place, sometimes sending criminals to prison is a way to protect them."

Luke tore off the scarred man's shirt, stuffed the sleeve into his mouth, and stepped on his injured arm with his right foot, "I'll help you stop the bleeding, although it's a bit painful, the effect will be good."

"Mmm mmm..." The scarred man let out a series of painful groans.

"Don't react so strongly, it's just the beginning..." The scarred man writhed like a large shrimp, struggling in vain as his arms were hurt and feet were shackled, making effective retaliation impossible.

After a few minutes, the scarred man was in so much pain that he was nearly fainting, cold sweat soaking his clothes. Only then did Luke slowly lift his right foot, "Where's my treasure?

Oh, I forgot, your mouth is still stuffed; with your experience, you should know what to do."

Luke pulled the sleeve out of his mouth.

"Fuck! You freak!" The scarred man growled, spitting out quite a bit of saliva.

Luke took two steps back, "This is nothing; is it the beginning or the end, you decide?"

The scarred man panted heavily, "You're right, I did acquire a treasure, but it had nothing to do with those two.

I don't know if they stole your treasure, and I don't really care about the treasure.

I can give you my treasure.

But, what's in it for me?"

"I'm a normal person, not a freak, as long as you return my treasure to me.

I have no reason to target you, and you won't have to suffer any more of this.

You should know well that those treasures mean nothing for the rest of your life." Speaking about sensitive topics, Luke used a Detection Card to prevent eavesdropping or recording.

Although the likelihood was slim, it was better to be cautious, after all, Morris Dawan's whereabouts were unknown, maybe he was nearby.

The Detection Card showed no response, which reassured Luke.

The scarred man said, "Let me go, and those treasures are yours."

"What makes you think you are in any position to negotiate with me?" Luke stuffed the sleeve back into his mouth, stepping on his arm again with his right foot.

"Mmm mmm..." The scarred man let out another round of suppressed screams.

The screams continued for quite a while before Luke, feeling he was almost at his limit, lifted his right foot and removed the sleeve from his mouth, "Where is the treasure?"

"At my camp."

"Is there anyone else at your camp?"

"Do dead people count?"

"You've killed others too."

"Otherwise, how would the treasure end up with me? Do I look like a treasure hunter?" The scarred man spat blood-tinged saliva on the ground.

Luke sized up the scarred man's face, "What's your name?"

"Marlon Bax."

"Do you have a record?" Luke was curious about his identity, as an ordinary treasure hunter would have left the canyon after acquiring a treasure.

But the scarred man chose to stay, continuing to slaughter treasure hunters, indicating that his real goal might not be the treasure.

"Which case are you referring to?"

"How many cases have you been involved in?"

Marlon Bax shook his head, "I can't even remember."

"What kind of crimes have you committed?"

"Murder. I only enjoy killing; it's also the only thing I'm good at."

"Enjoy?" Luke frowned slightly, "I've seen many criminals, but rarely does anyone say they enjoy killing. Are you a freak?"

"Haha... you're not the first to say that, but I'm not.