North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 151

  Chapter 151 The Thorn Figure on the Cross

  Mike Smith's home is located in a high-end residential area in the suburbs.

  Here are villas and manors covering a large area, and there are security personnel who seem to be very reliable to patrol.

  Dean noticed that the greenery here is very good, but the main locations are protected by monitoring equipment, which is different from those areas that want privacy and freedom.

  Harry on the side introduced: "The villa complex here originally belonged to a superpower research institute, and it was specially provided for the families of those research experts to live in.

  But in the 1980s, because the funder behind the institute hung up, all the latter assets were sold by his children, and finally bought by the new owner. "

   Heard the news.

  Dean frowned: "Why didn't you tell me about such important information earlier?"

  Harry showed grievance: "Dude, this is the information that Daisy just found out. We took over this case in less than a day. Many things take time. You really don't need to make yourself so nervous."

Under normal circumstances.

  Other squadrons deal with homicide.

  Reconnaissance is less about a few days, interpersonal relationship investigation is a few days, and other messes are a few days.

  Even if the murderer is identified, everything will be fine.

  The period to solve a case is often at least one week, or even longer.

   Not to mention the subsequent prosecution and trial links.

  Here we are at Dean.

  Everything has changed.

  Many times, even the intelligence provided by logistics cannot keep up with the speed at which he cracked the case, caught or killed the murderer.

   This is a very different situation in the entire police detective system.

  Dean also reacted after hearing Harry's explanation, and patted Harry on the shoulder apologetically: "Sorry, buddy, sometimes I subconsciously look at many things with my own efficiency."

  Actually, Holz still has a lot of work to do.

  For example: the force measurement of the pulley block, the way the murderer moves the dead, the torture tool template for the wound...

  These are valuable information for solving the case.

   Humans are not machines.

  Dean felt that he could not push too much on this.

  But if the follow-up newcomers choose.

  Maybe he can think more about logistics talents, so that he can help himself more, instead of letting himself lead them to slowly improve their professional level!

   After all, the main purpose of joining the Police Detective Agency is to strengthen oneself, not to help the people of the United States, to shine and burn themselves.

  The two briefly observed the surrounding environment.

  Dean passed the identity check by the guard and came outside Mike Smith's villa.

Under the barrier of the tall wall, you can only see part of the scenery through the open and close gate: the lawn flower bed, the fountain that looks like a little angel hissing, the outer wall surrounded by green vines, the single-family five-story villa that looks like a Western European castle, the villa Surrounded by thick and withered dark brown trees.

   In general.

  The first impression given to Dean and Harry here is that it is old and simple, and the style is somewhat incompatible with the buildings on the American side.

   "It feels like my mother is wearing a medieval nun's costume and standing there helping me bake chicken tacos," Harry complained.

  Dean was moved in his heart.

Yes.

  The architectural style here does have an obvious medieval style.

  According to Holz.

   Many of the scars on Mike Smith's body were also left by various ancient instruments of torture invented in the Middle Ages.

  He had a hunch.

  I may find some interesting clues inside this villa.

  The villa is huge.

   But according to the information obtained, only Mike Smith's autistic son, who is only twelve years old, lives here, as well as a nanny who takes care of his son.

  Because I contacted you in advance before coming here.

  Harry called the nanny.

   not long.

  A middle-aged woman with a height of 1.85 meters, big arms, and two braids, wearing a dark brown linen dress, opened the door for Dean and the others.

   "Good morning, gentlemen, I am the nanny here, you can call me Ona."

  Ona looked very talkative, and led Dean to the villa.

  Harry has always been less interested in this kind of strong woman, and turned his attention to the surrounding environment.

  Dean glanced over Ona's thick limbs, and said with a smile: "Ms. Ona, you look a bit like a Norwegian?"

   "Yes, I'm actually a distant relative of Mr. Mike Smith. Twelve years ago, little Mike was born and his mother was in poor health. Mr. Mike Smith asked me to come to the United States to help take care of his son."

  Ona had a good first impression of the handsome and tall Dean.

   She tossed her two braids, and while speaking, she turned her head and winked at Dean, with an undisguised 'bath' of flesh.

  This Dean's strong heart caused some discomfort in his heart.

   This strong woman is really too strong.

  Seeing Dean avert his gaze.

  Aona thought the young-looking police detective was shy, so she grinned boldly and turned her head to lead the way again, but her long braid slammed into the face of Harry who was too close.

  Ona glanced at Harry with some distaste, grabbed her braid, and sped up the speed.

   She doesn't like these dark guys!

   I don't like it very much!

  Harry touched his face, faced Ona's undisguised disgust, looked at the back of the strong woman, and wanted to say something, but his lips twitched twice, daring to speak out.

   Discrimination is discrimination.

  He feels that he can't beat the opponent.

  Dean focused his gaze on the nape of Ona's neck, which was once again covered by thick braids. At the same time, the image he had just seen appeared in his mind: a figure of thorns hanging upside down on a cross!

   It's a tattoo!

   Relatives, cross tattoos

  Dean took out his mobile phone, secretly sent a message to Daisy, and then followed Aona to the lobby of the villa quietly.

  The decoration here is similar to the outside world, giving people a sense of the years of a medieval castle.

Hari Mao scratched his hands and feet, and when he saw a tall armor with a heavy cross-chain hammer hanging from it, he exclaimed: "Wow, this guy looks really handsome, but someone can really put on the armor and pick up this heavy armor." Chain Meteor Hammer?"

   said.

  He also wanted to try the weight of the hammer.

   This action directly annoyed Ona on the side!

  She swayed her braids, walked quickly in front of Harry, pressed her fingers on Harry's shoulders, and with a push, pushed him back again and again, knocking him to the ground.

  An anger flashed in Harry's eyes: "You are crazy!"

   "Listen, even if you are a Los Angeles police detective, you have no right to touch these artworks without the owner's permission! You uneducated guy!"

After Ona finished speaking, she looked at Dean and said, "Little Mike is reading a book in the study now. He has a relatively serious autism. Apart from me, even his father has almost no communication. If possible, what do you have? You can ask me anything!"

  Dean helped Harry up, whispered something in his ear, and let him go out. Then he looked at the environment of the hall and sighed: "It looks very good here. I almost thought I came to the home of a European nobleman."

  Ona's attitude towards him and Harry's attitude are completely two extremes.

She picked up a big slap that could grab a basketball, covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Inspector Dean, most of these are actually old imitations. The price of real ancient armor is very expensive even for Mr. Mike Smith." Hard to accept."

   "But as far as I know, Mr. Mike Smith's income is so high that he can't afford a medieval knight's armor."

  Dean knew about some auction items because of the previous treasure.

   If it does not imply special meaning.

  The ancient knight armor is generally preserved, and the price is generally tens of thousands of dollars, which is not exaggerated to the level of millions of dollars at every turn.

  Aona shook her head: "I don't know Mr. Mike Smith's income, but his monthly expenses are very high. His health is actually not good, and he has to spend a lot of money every month to maintain his normal health."

   Speaking of which.

   She seemed to think of something, with an apologetic expression on her face: "By the way, Inspector Dean, do you want black tea or coffee?"

  Dean shook his head: "I'm a little tight on time. To make a long story short, Ms. Ona, I want to know if Mr. Mike Smith has his own family doctor, or where does his medicine come from?"

   "Sorry, I don't know."

  Aona showed a look of embarrassment on her face: "Actually, Mr. Mike Smith rarely comes back here. He seems to have other accommodations outside, and he never brings anyone he knows here."

   "So you don't know anything about Mike Smith's interpersonal relationships?"

"Yes."

   "Then what kind of person do you think Mike Smith is?"

  This question stumped Ona.

  A look of confusion and embarrassment appeared on her face.

   Seeing this, Dean reminded:

   "Mr Mike Smith has been killed.

  His death was miserable, like a vendetta.

   But his son Mike Jr. is only twelve years old now.

  We did not find any other relatives of Mr. Mike Smith.

  You are his only relative.

  If you can't find out who has a grudge against Mr. Mike Smith, you and Little Mike may also be in danger.

   There is no need to affect the safety of the living because of the privacy and image of a dead person! "

  Aona still shook her head: "I can protect little Mike, but I really don't know Mike Smith very well."

  A relative who has taken care of the child for twelve years said that he did not know the father of the child well.

  Oona is obviously perfunctory Dean.

   But she didn't say anything, and it was impossible for Dean to directly extract a confession.

  He could see that Ona should know some secrets, and she didn't have any feelings for Mike Smith. Instead, when she talked about Little Mike, her face would unconsciously show tenderness.

  This expression, Dean often sees on the face of his mother Sheila.

this means.

  In Ona's view, telling some information about Mike Smith by herself may cause trouble to Little Mike, and even this kind of trouble exceeds the threat to the two of them from the "murderer enemy" in Dean's words.

   This kind of thing is very helpless.

   After all, as a good five-star detective in Los Angeles, it is impossible for Dean to hang up the victim's family and torture the victim's family just because he didn't get any clues.

  He rolled his eyes and stopped talking about it, but asked Aona to take him around the villa.

  It is said that it is a villa, and the interior really looks like a simple noble castle, but it does not have the unique gloomy and narrowness of the castle, just the style and structure of the building.

   Dean noticed.

  Whether it is the aisle or some rooms, there are a lot of medieval-style old weapons, beast specimens, and portraits to show that the owner here is an avid medieval lover.

  In addition, although there are many rooms here, most of them are locked. When you open it, you can see that the inside is all covered by white cloth and full of dust. It is obvious that no one has lived in it for a long time.

besides.

  Mike Smith, as the owner of this villa manor, mainly lives on the third floor, including the master bedroom, study room, collection room, etc., but the corridors leading to those rooms are locked.

  This situation is very strange.

  Because normal people basically don't install an extra gate in their own home to block off the first floor.

   Dean wants to go in and have a look.

  Aona was embarrassed: "Only Mr. Mike Smith has the key here, and he doesn't like people entering the third floor without permission."

  Dean looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "But Mike Smith is dead!"

   "Dead people should have privacy!" Ona looked at Dean without guilt, and said with a firm attitude: "Unless you can get a search warrant, I won't allow anyone to enter!"

  The two look at each other for a few seconds.

  Dean shrugged: "Well, although I'm sorry, I respect your choice, and can you go to the fourth floor to see."

  Ona nodded when she saw that he was no longer persistent, and then nodded: "Yes, the fourth floor is mainly the library, and there are many books in it. Little Mike usually likes to stay there, so please don't take the initiative to approach Little Mike later."

  Dean nodded.

  Autism in children is a mental developmental disorder, also known as autism in children.

  This disease manifests as low attention to external things, only focusing on certain things, communication disorders, and a high probability of mental retardation.

   can be understood as.

  Children with autism have a certain chance of being mentally retarded.

  So Little Mike should be lucky and have no impact on mental development, otherwise it would be difficult to complete basic education and have the ability to read.

  The corridor passage on the third floor was blocked by a door, which did not prevent them from going to the fourth floor.

  The big villa has five floors.

  But the fifth floor belongs to some attic-like structures.

  So after Dean went up, he found himself directly at an open-air sightseeing platform.

  Standing on it, you can clearly see the scenery in front of the villa. The view is very good, and the light transmission is even better.

  Behind the terrace is a library-like gate.

  The door was left open, revealing rows of bookshelves and polished glass floor-to-ceiling windows inside.

  A small figure was sitting on the cashmere carpet, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows, concentrating on the big book in his hand.

  The sun is warm, shining on the little boy's face, giving people a sense of holiness.

  He was very focused, and even the arrival of Dean did not distract him in the slightest.

  If it weren't for the records in the file and Aona's narration, almost no one would think that this is a child with a mental disorder.

  Dean stared at Little Mike for more than a dozen seconds before he regretted saying, "He's a bit like my younger brother. Unfortunately, he shouldn't appear on such a child."

  Ona sighed: "The doctor said that Little Mike is not simply a child with autism, but may have emotional deficits. The former can also guide treatment, but the latter is difficult.

  I only hope that I can live longer in the future, otherwise I am very worried that Little Mike will starve himself to death. "

   Dean can see it.

  What Ona said was true and sincere.

  He glanced at Little Mike who was bathed in the sun for the last time, and said in a low voice: "Ms. Ona, thank you for your cooperation, I will not bother you for now."

  Ona said indifferently: "In fact, it's good to have someone come to talk to me. It would be even better if the black charcoal ball didn't follow!"

  Dean smiled, but didn't speak.

   After going downstairs.

  Under Ona's gaze, Dean left the villa.

Outside.

  Harry was leaning on the off-road vehicle, smoking a cigarette boredly.

   See Dean finally come out.

  He stepped forward quickly and said happily: "Dean, according to your prompt, I called Holtz. He really made a big discovery on Mike Smith!"

   "It seems that the turning point of this case has finally been found!"

  Dean smiled lightly, took Harry, and rushed back to the forensic department!

   Sorry, I wasted a lot of time leaving the isolation point today.

   There is one more chapter before twelve o'clock.

  (end of this chapter)

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