North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 105

  Chapter 105 Reversal!

   Eleven o'clock in the morning.

  Dean arrived at Harper Prison with Harry, Robert, and Holz in several cars.

   came together with the footprint identification expert that Holz said.

  His name is Bob, a fifty-year-old man, a special employee of the forensics department, and Holtz's father.

  Bob's main job is a hunter. He makes a living by taking clients deep into the forest and hunting wild animals during the annual hunting season.

   Outside the prison.

  Didi~

  Harry became smarter this time, and directly rang the car horn.

   Surprisingly.

  This time, it was not the stupid white prison guard Al, who poked his head out of the upstairs window, but their suspect, Kaniff!

  When he saw a group of people in Dean, he was taken aback for a moment, and his eyebrows frowned: "Today is not visiting time, get out of here, or you will know the consequences!"

   "What consequences?"

  Dean was amused: "Do you mean that you gave the prisoner a mobile phone privately and contacted the outside world, or that you collected more than one hundred thousand dollars from De Lun?"

   When speaking.

  Dean's hand was always sticking to the open holster.

  The safety of the pistol is on.

  As long as Kaniff makes a move, he will kill the opponent through the holster within 0.1 seconds, and close the case without worry and hassle!

  How do you know.

  Karniff just smiled wryly: "Well, it seems that you have already found out, **** it, I knew there would be such a day!"

  In the astonished eyes of everyone.

   This black prison guard, who was only in his twenties, ran down from upstairs and opened the door for everyone.

  Everyone followed him into the office in a daze.

  Dean noticed that another prison guard, Al, was leaning on the observation deck, openly dozing off, and Kaniff was also wearing riding boots on his feet!

   "Okay, buddy, I guess you have guessed why we are here, be honest, we will make you more comfortable."

  Harry actually admires this compatriot.

  Because of certain institutional reasons, in reality, there are relatively few black people who take care of their families.

  He grew up in a single-parent family.

  Karniff's expression was calm and his attitude was calm: "I admit that I did accept a bribe from Deren. As a price, I helped him fake his performance in prison and helped him apply for parole.

   But are these also under the jurisdiction of the Robbery and Murder Division now? "

  Harry's face sank: "Man, we don't care about your bribery issue, and we don't care about the parole application you made. You know why we are here!"

   "No?" Kaniff was taken aback.

  Dean has been paying attention to his expression.

   Something is wrong.

  Karniff doesn't seem to be lying.

  He looked at Kaniff's riding boots again.

   Now, he really noticed something was wrong!

  Karniff was a little shorter than him in these thick-soled riding boots.

  And his bare feet are 1.88 meters tall, and he is 1.91 meters tall with shoes.

   So Kaniff probably wasn't the murderer!

  Think here.

  Dean stopped Harry, who was still about to speak, and looked directly at Holz and the others: "Don't waste time, just extract the footprints and pour the film!"

  Karniff didn't know what happened though.

  But thinking of the identities of Dean and the others, the black faces instantly became ugly.

  These detectives from the Robbery and Murder Division seem to be only interested in murder cases!

  Murder and bribery are completely different things, and the responsibilities are completely different!

  After the not-stupid Kaniff reacted, he not only cooperated with the behavior of Holz and others, but also said that he still had two pairs of riding boots at home.

   While they are busy.

  Dean walked to the window and looked at the observation deck inside the prison.

   Al is amazing.

   Leaning on the fence, you can also sleep.

  The loose rifle hung on his body, very much like those untrained traitor soldiers, not only has no deterrent effect, but also looks very funny.

   Such a person.

   It shouldn't have aroused Dean's suspicion.

  But after realizing the thickness of the riding boots, Al, who was the least likely to be the murderer, became the most suspicious.

  Al doesn't like Kaniff, and knows that Kaniff likes to wear riding boots.

  The most important point: Al's height, wearing riding boots, is about a little over 1.8 meters.

the other side.

  After the foot model was extracted, Kaniff walked up to Dean: "Can you tell me what happened?"

   "Have you ever let go of your boots in prison?" Dean asked instead of answering Kaniff's question.

  Karniff shook his head: "Never, I like riding boots very much, it makes me look more energetic, so I will wear them when I go to and from get off work."

   "Why is Al guarding it today?"

   "Because after you came last time, I changed places with him, so that at least someone will come over, and I can try to deal with it."

  Before you can't escape, people will have a fluke heart.

  The same goes for Kaniff.

   "Does Al usually contact Deren?"

   "Al?"

  Kaniff shook his head hesitantly: "He can't deter the prisoners, so he usually stays at the front desk. Except for the roll call, he basically doesn't go to the cell side,... that's wrong!"

Sudden.

  Kaniff seemed to think of something, and nodded again: "Derren's wife visits him every month, and applies for a conjugal room every time.

  But our husband and wife room here is full of sundries.

  For the sake of easy management, we all give up the office to those prisoner couples to solve their physical needs, so Al can only get in touch with Deren at that time! "

  Is that so?

Dean thought of the black original lace pantyhose hidden in Al's drawer, and said thoughtfully: "I see, I will tell you the reason after the identification results come out, before that, please show up in the open space, don't do it. Misleading actions."

  Karniff nodded a little irritably, squatted in the corner of the office, and smoked.

  Dean winked at Robert, beckoning him to check on him, then went outside the office, took out his mobile phone, and called Deren's wife.

  For the convenience of solving the case.

  The two exchanged numbers yesterday.

  The phone is connected.

  Derren's wife said nervously, "Detective Dean, is there anything else?"

   "Do you have something to hide from me!"

   "No, no." Hearing Dean's serious tone, Deren's wife panicked: "Detective Dean, I really didn't keep it from you."

  Dean felt that she didn't seem to be lying, so he asked more bluntly: "Every time you visit Deren, do you help him release every time?"

"ah?"

  On the other end of the phone, there was an embarrassing exclamation from De Lun's wife, followed by the sound of the door opening.

She seemed to be hiding in another place before she whispered: "Yes, I don't want to do that either, but Deren threatened me that if he didn't do this, he would destroy Arusky after he came out, and I can only satisfy him , and even dare not divorce him."

   "Then did he ask you to accompany those prison guards, or did anything unusual happen when you went to see him?"

  Dean asked more and more outrageous.

   But Deren's wife belongs to the kind of woman who is willing to sacrifice a lot for her son.

  She suppressed her shame, and answered the question: "He mentioned that he asked me to seduce the black prison guard for his parole application, but the other party was not fooled, as long as the money, abnormal thing.

  By the way, the last time I went to see Deren, I wondered if I was too tired. I took a nap in the office, and when I woke up, the black lace pantyhose on my body was gone.

  Deren said that he was going to use it in prison, so I didn't ask much. "

  Black lace tights.

Eh.

   Al.

  Dean sighed inwardly, and comforted him: "Okay, I understand, thank you for your cooperation, ma'am, don't worry, your son will be fine, don't bother me."

hang up the phone.

  Dean recalled Al's information.

  Al's father died early, which may also be the reason. He was often bullied in this remote town, and was even deaf in one ear by being slapped.

From then on.

  Al's personality is even more withdrawn.

   Then something even more unfortunate happened.

  Al's mother got into a car accident and got into a wheelchair.

   Adulthood.

  Air, at the suggestion of his mother, got a job as a prison guard here.

  Because he is a child from the town, coupled with his unfortunate family, cheap salary, and loose conditions in the prison, the prison manager didn't bother about Al's hearing impairment in one ear and agreed.

   Dean is not an empathetic person.

  But in his heart, for some reason, he didn't want Al to be the murderer, otherwise it would be hard to imagine how Al's mother should spend the rest of her life.

  Dean laughed to himself.

  In this life, I have a mother who loves me, and my distorted human nature seems to be getting closer to normal people.

   "Dean, the result is out!" Holz walked into the prison guard's office, interrupting Dean's cranky thoughts.

  Outside the office.

  Holtz's father, Mr. Bob, was holding Kaniff's fresh footprints and looking carefully at them. When he saw Dean approaching, he put down the foot model and said, "This is definitely not the same person as the foot model found at the scene."

"Why?"

   "Habit!", Bob Cope said: "The weight of the person wearing the shoes, the habit of walking the center of gravity, and the wear of the soles will all lead to differences in the subtleties of the footprints."

   "There are currently three inconsistencies."

   "First, the shoe prints at the scene are shallower, which means that the person's weight is at least fifteen kilograms lighter than Kaniff's."

  “Second, the riding boots worn by Kaniff look old, but the material is different. This is the practice of many retired mounted police officers.

  The previous riding boots were not breathable, easy to breed bacteria, and even made the feet rotten and smelly.

  So Kaniff's boots are all custom-made and very new. These don't match the pair of riding boots that have been worn for a long time at the scene. "

   "The third point is also the key to my conclusion that Kaniff is not the one who left footprints at the scene.

  This involves the habit of people walking.

  Some people like the center of gravity in front, some like the center of gravity in the back, some people walk inside the eight

  These will lead to different imprints left by footprints.

  The footprints at the scene were heavy in the front and light in the back, deep inside and shallow outside, and I have observed Kaniff's walking habits, which do not match these.

   This is where few people pay attention.

  So Kaniff should not be the one who left shoe prints on the scene! "

  Holtz asked suspiciously: "Father, then you still print Kaniff's feet?"

  The little old man Bob laughed: "Experience is experience, and facts must speak."

  America of this world.

   Based on these traces of evidence, it has been developed so well that it can be used as a supporting link in the chain of evidence.

  So ever since.

  Kanif, who is most likely to be the murderer, got rid of suspicion in this way.

  Since it is not Kaniff.

  The most suspect at the moment is Al.

  Daisy also checked Al's account, it was clean.

   Now it seems that Deren lured Al to make a mistake by selling his wife's body.

  Dean told everyone about his previous discovery.

  "Al?" Harry looked as if he had seen a ghost: "Speaking of which, the height of the murderer inferred from the wound identification is indeed more in line with his wearing riding boots, but I always feel weird to say that he is the murderer."

  He still remembers how cute and stupid they were when they asked a question and Al answered.

  The contrast between this and a murderer is too great.

   "That's because you have little knowledge!"

  Holtz looked at Harry with contempt, and afterwards Zhuge Liang said:

   "Notice the hearing aid on Al's desk?

  Daisy once took Howard's mother's interview record and asked me what would cause harsh noise on the phone.

   I hadn't noticed this before.

   This situation is not uncommon.

  For example, there is a problem with the receiving frequency of the TV antenna of someone nearby, the interaction of electronic equipment, and telegraph interference will all cause this kind of noise.

   Now it seems that it should be the impact of Al's hearing aid! "

  Dean frowned: "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

  Mother Howard, before disconnecting from her son, heard a sharp electronic noise.

  Dean has read the inquiry record.

   But he is not an omniscient deity, so after asking Daisy to ask Holz, he didn't pay attention to this point.

  Holtz said aggrievedly: "It's only been two days since the case was discovered, and I've been being ordered by you, and I haven't had time to tell Daisy."

   Solve the case normally.

   Not counting months, it usually takes at least ten days and a half a month.

  How can there be such efficiency as Dean.

   This also caused him to be as busy as a dog.

Harry was just satirized by Holtz, and quickly took the opportunity to sarcastically go back: "Wow, Holtz, if you said this earlier, maybe Dean and I would have solved the case when we first came to prison. And you are not Are there twin assistants? Where are they?"

"alright!"

  Dean stopped the two big men from torturing each other: "Whether Al is the murderer or not, let's see if his footprints match the traces of the scene!"

   "It's very simple, just ask him to come over, I will pay attention to his walking habits!", the little old man Bob said to himself.

   A moment.

   Al was called down by Kaniff.

  When he saw Dean and Harry, a rare smile appeared on his chubby face: "See you again, Mr. Detective."

  He likes Dean and Harry a lot.

  Because the two of them were the only ones in Al's not-so-long life, other than his mother, who hugged his shoulders kindly.

   This made Al very much looking forward to the two coming again.

  Harry looked at the innocent smile on Al's face, and subconsciously twisted his neck.

  Dean smiled at him, then looked at Bob beside him.

  Al, is he the real murderer?

   Eight thousand five hundred words.

   I seem to be in pretty good shape today.

continue!

  (end of this chapter)

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