"Hello, Aisha, I am Dean," Dean said warmly. He carried himself with the elegant demeanor of a nobleman, as if he had stepped out of a movie, exuding a strong sense of reliability and warmth.

He was quite surprised that Aisha had come alone.

Aisha, who usually favored handsome men with a strong presence, glanced at Harry—who was sweeping the floor—and Li Meimei, who lay motionless on the ground. Her mouth twitched.

She twirled a strand of hair, disguising her nervousness, and lowered her head. "My father mentioned you. Strictly speaking, we are actually relatives; my maternal grandmother was a member of the Lucchese Family."

"Your father knows me?" Dean was even more surprised.

Despite his outstanding performance at the police department over the past three months and the many major cases he had handled, these achievements were mostly known only to those close to him, unless the other party had specifically invested energy in investigating him. This wasn't a normal reaction.

It seemed Aisha had guessed Dean's thoughts. She looked up, struggling to maintain her composure as she explained, "Detective Dean, my father knows you because the New York Lucchese Family has recorded your name in the Mafia Covenant as a contemporary commission member of the Lucchese Family."

This is true? Dean's pupils constricted slightly. He hadn't expected that young man, Dick, to grant him such a significant position.

It's worth noting that, over time, the Mafia had developed a mature organizational structure, divided into three tiers.

The first tier consisted of the 'Godfather' and his 'advisors.' The Godfather oversaw everything, while the advisors managed 'smuggling,' 'entertainment,' 'finances,' 'armed forces,' and so on.

Of course, in modern times, the title of Godfather had largely faded, becoming mostly honorary. Those advisors had also evolved, forming various families, large and small. But this framework had endured.

The second tier originally included influential figures from the various scattered Mafia Families. Now, it referred to the core members—the backbone—of branch families outside the main lineage.

The third tier used to refer to all the Mafia Families in Sicily. Now, it signified the bloodline members of this particular family.

Beyond this structure, all Mafia Families, for self-preservation and to prevent traditions from vanishing, had formed a Mafia Covenant. Each Mafia Family then nominated a commission member. These commission members had the authority to punish members of their own family who violated the rules. At the same time, if disputes arose between two Mafia Families, their respective commission members would negotiate to avoid mutual bloodshed.

In summary, the relationship between commission members and family heads could be understood using an analogy from Chinese fantasy novels: one would be the sect leader, and the other an Elder who also acted as the Law Enforcement Elder—a figure of great authority.

Dean stroked his chin. No wonder Aisha's father let his daughter come to the precinct alone. Although the Lucchese Family had declined, they were still a member of the Mafia Covenant. Being a commission member of the Lucchese Family, this showed respect for the Mafia community as a whole!

When others show you respect, you shouldn't act too proud, Dean mused.

Thinking this, Dean's expression became even more genial. He took Aisha's hand, his voice gentle. "Don't worry. I called you here just to understand: on the night of George's death, when did you interact with him?"

Warmth spread from Dean's palm. Aisha's previously anxious mood gradually eased.

She pondered briefly, then said somewhat uncertainly, "I approached him around three in the morning. George was the most desirable man in that group, so after the party, everyone wanted to enjoy his services. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance. He was monopolized by this Li Meimei."

Saying so, she looked disdainfully at Li Meimei, who was still lying on the ground.

"How are you sure about the time you encountered George?" Dean pressed.

Aisha looked down, somewhat embarrassed. "I have strong desires, so when the male model serving me couldn't keep up, I decided to find a robust crew member to satisfy my urges. In the hallway, I saw George writhing on the floor."

Her eyes sank into memories. "George seemed drunk at the time, flailing like an overturned turtle and muttering some strange nonsense.

"I didn't care at first. After all, 'used goods' can be a bit off-putting.

"But he was just too tempting..."

Aisha withdrew her hand from Dean's grasp, her own hands outlining a space of over twenty centimeters. "Can you imagine? Silver moonlight sprinkled on a muscular man, lighting up sparkles on his body, and finally his 'brother' standing erect, like a flag fluttering in the wind, beckoning me: 'Come! Come and feel its power!'"

"No normal woman could resist such temptation, so I sat on him..."

Dean was rendered momentarily speechless. When a woman gets that worked up, men are simply irrelevant, he thought. No need to ask; it was clear George had been drugged at the time.

"So, George was first used by Li Meimei, and after he came out, you used him?"

"Yes."

"When you used him, did either of you put a 'safety helmet' on George's 'brother'?"

Aisha shook her head. "I'm not sure if Li Meimei did, but I certainly didn't. I prefer that kind of direct contact, and I didn't have the patience for it anyway."

An interesting detail emerged now. Secretions from both Li Meimei and Aisha were found on George's 'brother.' It was highly likely neither woman had used protection. So, who did the condom wrapper found at the scene belong to?

After inspection, no fingerprints or similar traces were found on the condom wrapper, and no used condoms filled with water were found at the scene. This indicated that after Aisha left, poor George had been taken advantage of once more. Dean made a note of this.

Finally, Dean asked, "Afterward, did you leave directly?"

"Yes." Aisha nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "After I was satisfied, I left. George was just a tool, after all. Once I was done, I had no interest in taking him back to his room."

"Aisha," Dean asked, "if you had to choose the person most likely to have killed George, who do you think it would be?"

Aisha replied decisively, "Li Meimei!"

"Why?" Dean was surprised by Aisha's confident answer. "Is there some kind of grudge between Li Meimei and George?"

"Those male models aren't that stupid. The reason I'm so sure is because most of us just see these men as tools to satisfy ourselves. We provide the money; they provide the effort. Li Meimei is the only exception. She's a bit unhinged and plays far too rough. She'd already 'played' one poor guy to death before. If it wasn't for her father siding with Mr. Saul's faction, we wouldn't have let her join us!"

Recalling Li Meimei's previously vacant and foolish demeanor, Dean nodded. Playing around is supposed to be for enjoyment. But with Li Meimei, it seemed more inclined towards torture. No sane person would want to associate with someone like that. It was clear that Aisha's dislike for Li Meimei was genuine, without a trace of pretense.

"Understood. Thank you for your cooperation. You may leave now."

Dean stood up, making way for her.

"You mean I can go now?"

Dean offered a small smile. "Yes, and by the way, please give my regards to your father. He's a man who respects tradition."

"I will tell him!" Aisha breathed a sigh of relief and hurried off.

After seeing Aisha off, Dean returned to his seat and lit a cigarette.

According to Aisha, after George left Li Meimei, he was incoherent but still aroused. There was only one way to achieve that: drugs! So, could it be that Li Meimei drugged George, the dose was too strong, causing a physical reaction, and then Aisha abused him further? After two rounds, the drugs pushed him to his limit, causing his sudden death?

No, that's not it! Dean immediately shook his head, dismissing the thought. If that were the case, the System Panel would have notified him that the case was closed and the experience points settled when Li Meimei and Aisha arrived at the interrogation room. But the panel showed no such message. This meant that the murderer wasn't either of these two women, or rather, it wasn't just these two!

There was another very important point: After Aisha left, a third person appeared. This person moved George's body from the corridor to the bathroom, put a 'safety helmet' on him, and assaulted George again. This could also explain why the pressure marks on George's back were so even. Because the third person was playing a 'riding' game. And during this process, George didn't move an inch!

So who is this third person? Dean tapped on the desk. The male models, although they had given their statements, couldn't accurately recount the times they were interacting with their respective wealthy women. So right now, he wasn't sure who was the last one to be with George. But one thing was certain: the perpetrator was either very strong or used a tool like a small cart. These pampered socialites couldn't possibly move a muscular man like George. Of course, there was another possibility. George was unconscious at the time. Dragging him would have left marks. But if a strong man carried him... So what's the next angle to crack this case?

As Dean pondered, Harry walked in from outside, carrying a new desk lamp. He glanced around the interrogation room and asked curiously, "Dean, have you finished interrogating Aisha?"

"Yes." Dean casually pointed to Li Meimei, who was still playing dead on the floor, and raised an eyebrow. "Harry, give her a couple of kicks."

Catching the cue, Harry immediately responded, deliberately speaking loudly, "Dean, maybe we shouldn't. I'm afraid I might kick her to death. But I brought a new desk lamp; it's the perfect chance to test its quality."

As his words fell, the 'unconscious' Li Meimei scrambled up from the ground.

Fainting from pain as a protective mechanism usually doesn't last long. So, while Dean was questioning Aisha, Li Meimei had woken up. Having faced reality, Li Meimei had lost her initial brazen stupidity and had even learned to feign unconsciousness. Though it was of no use.

"Alright, let's not scare our delicate little princess," Dean stopped Harry and turned to Li Meimei's frightened expression. "You should have heard Aisha's testimony clearly. I'll give you one last chance. What exactly happened between you and George?"

"Keep that darkie away from me, and I'll talk!" Li Meimei sat on the ground, hugging her knees and curling up into a ball, a stark contrast to her former arrogant demeanor.

"Speak!"

Li Meimei glanced fearfully at Harry, who hadn't moved, and stuttered, "I really didn't kill George. We just played some... interesting games. I mixed him a cocktail with some mood-enhancing drugs, then we rubbed pearl powder on our bodies and had a wild time together. He might have overdosed. Something went wrong with his body. I didn't know what to do, so after injecting him with another aphrodisiac, I fled back to my room!"

Li Meimei's mind raced despite the pain. "That's right!" she shouted. "I remember something! I was worried he might die on the ship, so I went back to check on him later. That's when I saw a man carrying him towards the recreation room!"

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