North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 152

  Chapter 152 Harry, have you ever killed anyone?

   Forensics Section.

  Holtz took Dean and Harry to the underground morgue.

  Mike Smith's body has been dismembered into parts connected only by skin and flesh, like a pig or sheep that has been disemboweled and ready to be hung in a kiln.

Holz looked like a pervert, wearing gloves, lifted Mike Smith's head, and pointed to the back of his neck: "Mike Smith is very cunning, he covered this area with scars, if it wasn't for your reminder, Dean, I would Can't really spot the tattoo."

  On the back of Mike Smith's neck, where the scar was originally, a human-shaped tattoo of thorns on a cross emerged!

  Tattoos are unclean!

   Neither laser nor scars can cover up the dyed cells under the epidermis.

   Unless you cut off this piece of flesh directly!

   Mike Smith obviously didn't do that.

After hearing the reminder from Harry, Holz directly burned the scar on the back of Mike Smith's neck with a blowtorch gun, and then peeled off the layer on the face like a paper, and re-exposed the tattoo underneath. out.

  Dean glanced at the same tattoo on Ona's neck, and looked at Holz with a smile in his eyes: "Dude, look at the situation, you have already found out the source of this tattoo."

Holz nodded: "This is the symbol of an ancient organization in Europe. It once prospered for a period of time in the European Middle Ages when religion was prevalent, and had many fans (dǔn), but with the material prosperity, this organization also It's gone."

   said.

  He took off his gloves, took Dean and the two, came to the computer, entered a long and complicated password, opened a website, and entered: source of pain.

   A new page pops up.

   What imprinted in the eyes of the three of them was the sign of the 'figure of thorns on the cross'.

   There is not much information on this, but the core is one:

  All human beings are angels with sins, punished to suffer in the world, until the sins are washed away, and the sinful body fades away, then they can return to the sanctuary and enjoy bliss.

  Therefore, human nature is inherently evil, which is the cognition of this organization, and abuse is to purify one's own sins, which is the core of this organization.

   Let's talk about it now.

  This kind of organization is a pure cult.

  But in the Middle Ages when material was scarce, this statement could attract a large number of poor people who were rich in spirit but had nowhere to rest.

  They need a reason and belief to paralyze themselves and accept the confusion and pain that they are now miserable but unable to change.

  This is actually the same as Ah San's caste and religious brainwashing.

  People are divided into classes by caste.

  You can't change it, but if you accept that nonsense, you can lie to yourself, enjoy being oppressed with peace of mind, and even bring comfort: In the next life, I can also be a high caste and oppress others.

   This is probably what it means.

"It's no wonder that Mike Smith has so many old wounds on his body. It turns out that he wants to wash away his sins." Harry was stunned, and at the same time he was a little unbelievable: "But he is obviously a highly educated psychologist, and even many How can such a person, a professor from a prestigious university, believe in such a foolish statement?"

Dean shook his head: "I guess this stems from Mike Smith's unfortunate childhood. The child's cognition depends on the people around him, and when he grows up, he denies his own beliefs, so he ruins the tattoo, but childhood The habit brought about is not so easy to get rid of."

  Aona also has a tattoo on her neck.

   But judging from Dean's contact, she has nothing unusual except that she has a very bold personality.

   Considering that Ona and Mike Smith are distant relatives.

  Dean guessed that Mike Smith's family was a member and believer of the 'Source of Pain' organization a long time ago. With the development of the times, the family members scattered.

  Some members still follow ancient traditions.

  Some members just regard the tattoo as a memorial, but they have abandoned the concept of 'pain is to purify the body of sin'.

Holz looked at Harry contemptuously: "Dude, you must understand a truth. Knowledge is knowledge, and ideas are ideas. Have you ever heard of a medical professor drinking his own urine every day? Do you think it is good for your body? ?”

   "Is there such a disgusting professor?" Harry widened his eyes.

  Holtz shrugged:

   "He is quite normal. I even knew a biologist before who insisted on interbreeding within the family, thinking that the pure-blooded offspring born in this way are the highest quality.

  Reality is magical.

  If you confuse knowledge, authority, and ideas, you may be killed by those so-called experts and professors someday. "

  Dean interrupted the chat between the two, took out his mobile phone, and called Daisy: "Daisy, I asked you to check the information, do you have any idea?"

"Time is too tight!" On the other end of the phone, there was Daisy's rapid typing on the keyboard and an impatient growl: "FK, Dean, I am really poisoned by you, and I listen to you like this!" .”

   "Don't say that, Daisy, I heard that there is a 'hot pot' restaurant in Chinatown. It's delicious, and I'm going to take you to try it."

  These words were like cold water, instantly extinguishing the irritability and resentment in Daisy's heart.

  Her voice regained its gentleness:

   "Well, I'm looking forward to that food called 'Hot Pot'.

  In addition, through Mike Smith's financial account, I found out that he has frequent money exchanges with a private clinic named XX. You may gain something if you go there and have a look. "

   "Thank you, Daisy, if you have any news, please let me know as soon as possible."

   "Got it, Inspector Dean!"

hang up the phone.

Harry immediately said: "Dean, I know that private clinic. It is a well-known underground clinic in Los Angeles. It often helps some gang members with gunshot wounds and other difficult injuries. In addition to the price is not cheap, word of mouth is very popular in the underground world. good!"

   "Very good, you drive and lead the way!"

   The two bid farewell to Holz and left again.

at this time.

  Mike Smith's villa.

  Aona is patiently feeding Little Mike.

  Little Mike is still concentrating on the big book in his hand, but compared with before, now he opens his mouth rhythmically, waiting for Ona's feeding.

   Finish eating.

  Aona, as usual, was ready to go downstairs.

Sudden.

  A familiar yet unfamiliar childish voice stopped her: "Aona..."

  Ona's eyes were full of surprise, she turned around and looked at Little Mike excitedly: "Little Mike, you haven't talked to me for a long time!"

  Little Mike didn't turn his head back, and his tone was indifferent: "Some meaningless exchanges are tantamount to wasting my precious life. Is the person here today from the police department?"

  Aona looked at Little Mike with some doubts, and nodded hesitantly: "Yes, there is a little thing, they"

   "Mike Smith is dead?"

   Pata~

  The dinner plate in Ona's hand fell to the ground.

  She looked at Little Mike in a daze, only to feel that the familiar face in front of her was extremely strange at the moment.

   I was stunned for a long time.

  Aona licked her lips before asking in surprise, "Little Mike, aren't you really autistic?"

  Little Mike raised his head, and a strange smile appeared on his pretty face: "I just feel that communicating with you stupid creatures is a waste of my own life."

As he said that, he rubbed his face and sighed slightly: "When Mike Smith is buried, please send me a white chrysanthemum. Although he was ignorant and perverted, he killed my dog, but I also Help him purify the sins on his body, and hope that when he goes to heaven, he will be happy in his heart."

   Finished speaking.

  He lowered his head and read the book seriously again.

  Long time.

  Ona finally recovered.

  She glanced at Little Mike, who was thin and pale, and then at the dinner plate that fell on the ground, almost thinking that she had just hallucinated.

  It's the dinner plate under your feet, tell her clearly.

  The twelve-year-old little Mike told himself honestly that he killed Mike Smith, that is, his father!

   But how did he do it?

  Oona can guarantee it!

  Little Mike has always been under his own care, never left the villa, never even went down to the first floor, and never had contact with outsiders!

How did he do that?

  Aona picked up the dinner plate in a daze, came to the lobby of the villa, then found the business card left by Dean, picked up the landline, wanted to make a call, but seemed to think of something, and put it down again.

   Repeatedly hesitated several times.

  She sighed, but did not make the call after all.

   "Little Mike must have lied to me. He is a twelve-year-old kid who has almost no contact with the outside world. How could he torture and kill Mike Smith?

   Impossible, absolutely impossible! "

   According to the ancient tradition of their family, purification is extremely painful massacre.

  A child can never do this!

  Ona shook her head, lay down on the sofa, and curled up her body, which was stronger than the average man.

  The midday sun shines through the glass windows and falls on the broad back.

   Without the warmth of the sun.

  There is only a lonely middle-aged woman, helpless and panic that has nowhere to release.

  A distorted bloodline will only breed distorted offspring.

   Maybe.

  They don't deserve the right to reproduce

the other side.

  On the way, Harry was bored and asked about Dean's experience at Mike Smith's villa.

  He was very displeased with that strong woman, Ona, and she also had the logo of the Source of Pain organization on her neck, so she also felt that she was suspicious.

  After all, Ona's physique, not to mention using pulleys to lift Mike Smith, even hanging him by hand, is probably a piece of cake!

  Dean was sorting out the clues he found so far. Hearing what Harry said, he smiled and said, "You suspect that Ona killed Mike Smith?"

   "Yes!", Harry said in a decent way:

   "First of all, Ona has this ability!

  She is also a believer in the 'source of pain', which shows that she has a good understanding of medieval torture tools.

  Secondly, Ona has this motive!

  Mike Smith has only one twelve-year-old son with autism. Once he died, the remaining property fell into the hands of the only guardian, Ona. "

  Harry's words are rough and not rough.

   People who are proficient in medieval torture tools are really rare in modern society.

   There is a suitable method of killing, and there is also a motive.

  Normal case-solving process.

   These two points are enough for Dean and others to focus on investigating the suspicion of Ona.

  Dean directly vetoed Ona's suspicion: "She is not a murderer. The torturer must be backlashed and his soul sinks, but Ona doesn't have these characteristics. In fact, I suspect Mike Smith's son, Little Mike."

   "The kid who is only twelve years old and has autism?" Harry exclaimed.

  Dean nodded:

   "It's just an intuition, the eyes are the windows to the soul, although I haven't looked directly into his eyes, I have seen pictures of him when he was a child.

  Children's eyes are either pure or full of curiosity.

   But in Little Mike's eyes, there was only indifference.

   This may be my illusion, but I do feel that he is not autistic, but emotionally deficient.

  This is also a kind of mental illness, born with no empathy, unable to understand emotions, but because of this, you can always maintain absolute reason, only do what you think is right, and.

   IQ is generally not low! "

  This disease was seen by Dean from the book Anthony gave him.

  Mind reading is not a panacea.

  It will be useless for some experienced people, or some rare situations.

  Including people who are emotionally deficient.

  This kind of people is very rare, but because they will not be disturbed by external objects, no matter what they do, they can achieve high achievements in the end.

  Because of their angle of viewing and understanding various things in this world, they are not disturbed by external objects, and they often get to the essence directly. After long-term training, their learning efficiency is very high.

   In other words, among these people, the proportion of geniuses is very high!

  Harry listened to Dean's popular science, but still shook his head: "This is too exaggerated, Dean."

   "If a skinny twelve-year-old child can easily kill an adult, wouldn't I have lived on a dog for more than twenty years?"

  Dean sneered: "You have a very precise understanding of yourself. I should add that you should have lived on Teddy."

   Harry: ".."

   The two were talking and laughing.

  Harry drove an off-road vehicle and came to an area that was a little different from the outside world.

   This is a poor area of ​​Los Angeles.

  There is actually a big difference between slums and slums.

   This difference is based on race.

  For example, the slums where Italians gather are relatively safe, but extremely xenophobic.

  Other races are probably the same.

   After all, in a foreign country, in order to survive better, people will have the idea of ​​reporting to the group to keep warm.

   Except black people.

  Because their sources are too complicated.

  There are localized blacks, tribal brothers from different countries in Africa, and people who immigrated from the European continent to live

  So the communities where they gather are more chaotic than ordinary slums, and there are often clashes between juvenile gangs, adult gangs, and regional gangs that use the streets as their territory.

   Let alone a patrolman.

  It is the general black people who dare not walk into such a community during the day without friends to accompany them.

  Because you may go in in the morning, and in the afternoon you will appear in an underground organ hospital, becoming a cold corpse to be cremated at any time.

   Yes, the organ hospital here is more humane.

  They will drag the corpse to the funeral home run by the gangsters, and provide one-stop service for cremation and ashes.

   Dean noticed.

  Harry has become visibly nervous since he entered here!

   "Harry, you're making me nervous." Dean joked casually.

He is now wearing a portable body armor, two guns on his waist, one gun on his shoulder, no less than six magazines, as long as he is not caught by an automatic rifle, for the unprofessional little Karami here, he can fight in and out, Staged a bloodbath gang, probably not a big problem.

Harry was very distressed: "Damn it, I was thinking of getting close to here and asking a friend to borrow a broken car to come in, but I ended up chatting with you and didn't pay attention, Dean, you'd better be careful, we've been watched up."

  Dean glanced at the dry, black and thin boys and girls on the side of the road, nodded, and said no more.

  He felt a bit like living in Colombia in his previous life.

  The children there may ask you for candy with their front feet, and then pull out a pistol from behind their back feet, kill you, and search the corpse directly.

   Fortunately, it is estimated that Dean's off-roading is of high value, which deterred the greedy eyes that were eager to move in the dark.

   No accident happened until the off-road vehicle stopped under a dilapidated two-story building.

  Here we go.

  Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "The gang member was injured, and it would be troublesome to treat, so everyone will have a consensus that no trouble should be caused near the clinic. Before we go out, it should be safe!"

   During the conversation.

  A dry black girl came over: "No parking here."

  Harry rolled down the window and smiled at the little girl: "Hey, beauty, I'm a friend of the big dick. My brother was injured and it's not convenient to move, so I want to ask a doctor to operate on it."

  The black girl saw Harry's complexion and nodded: "Okay, I'll call the doctor."

   After finishing speaking, she walked into the small broken building in front.

   While waiting.

   Dean glanced at the rearview mirror, frowned, and took out a pistol from his waist: "Harry, have you ever killed anyone?"

  Harry: ? ? ?

   Thank you 'jasonmeng' book friend for the reward of 1,000 book coins, thank you boss!

   Thanks to the book friends of "Red Blood Cell 2002", thank you boss!

   Nine thousand words in two chapters.

Good night.

  (end of this chapter)

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