North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 191

  The scene of the crime was located in an abandoned factory.

  There are large oil barrels that can be seen everywhere, and there are leftovers, iron picks, and boned wings inside

  Harry is familiar with this environment:

   "This kind of factory was abandoned following the city's Z ordinance in Los Angeles, and it became a gathering place for many children who did not study. They warmed up, hung out, and ate barbecue here. It was also a place for gangs to absorb new blood.

   Actually, you can see these things in any slum. "

  Dean drove the car, glanced outside the circle, frowned and said: "It looks very deserted here, and it seems that no one has come here for a while."

   "I'll figure that out!", Harry nodded.

  He is very clear about his position: don't question, just make a good start, and just lie down.

  Outside the factory.

  Two police cars stopped, and colleagues from the forensics department were inspecting a black abandoned vehicle.

   And beyond that.

  A familiar bald head was comforting a sad-looking middle-aged couple with a bitter face, as if he didn't know how to deal with each other.

   The bald head is Hawke.

   This guy is very diligent in attendance.

   Hear the sound of approaching traffic.

  Hawk turned his head, as if seeing a savior, and ran over: "Dean, you are finally here. This case is a bit tricky. At least I don't know how to deal with the nagging pair of informants."

  Dean opened the car window and handed him a cigarette: "What's the specific situation?"

   "The informant is a pair of scholars who play occultism, and they are also relatively well-known psychics in Los Angeles.

  They reported to the police last night that their son was missing and was in danger now, but the police went over and found that his son was alive and well, so they ignored it.

   As a result, they came to the police station again today and provided the address of the factory.

   They know some people.

  My colleague had no choice but to follow the address and prepared to perfunctory, only to find his son's burned vehicle. "

   "Hey~ This is not a show that this couple deliberately directed and acted in order to show off their abilities, right?" Harry was a little unimpressed by the magic stick.

  Hoke shrugged: "I don't know yet, but they are very difficult to deal with. By knowing some people, they have been putting pressure on us, saying that his son was killed because we didn't pay attention to it yesterday."

   This kind of relationship has always been the most annoying and unwilling object for these low-level patrol officers.

   Fortunately, Dean is here.

  Hawk knew that Dean was not used to each other.

  The same is true.

  Dean got out of the car, glanced at the clothes on the couple, and chuckled, "Who do they know?"

"Some people from the newspaper, and some employees from the government office." Hawk pouted: "Some rich people like to play tarot cards, psychic and other things, so let these two magic sticks get in touch with each other." Opportunity."

  Hearing this, Dean shook his head: "Hawk, you are too soft. When this kind of thing can bring pressure on you at will, it shows that you are a little confused about your identity!"

   Finished speaking.

Dean walked up to the couple who were insulting the policeman, and pulled away the hard-working patrolman who took Hawke's place and was sprayed with saliva all over his face: "Sorry, two, this is the scene of the crime, please keep quiet, If you have any opinions, you can go to the branch office instead of affecting the status of my colleagues here!"

   Forced the patrolman hard, was rescued by Dean, showed him grateful eyes, Ma slipped aside, and left the battlefield to Dean and the couple.

  No target to vent.

   Among them, the middle-aged woman stared wide-eyed with black eyeliner, her two dark and thick lips collided up and down, and greeted Dean's family directly:

   "FK, what son of a **** did you get out of the eye again?"

  She stretched out her slender fingers and tapped on Dean: "If my son really suffers from misfortune, I swear, I will make you sons of **** regret coming to this world!"

   hiss~

  Harry, who was following Dean, saw this woman saying such things in front of Dean, covered his eyes, and gasped.

  I don't want to live anymore, jump off the building!

   It's easier to die like this.

  Why are you messing with Dean!

  Hawk also tensed up, staring at Dean's hands, afraid that Dean would draw his gun directly, and killed the informant in full view.

   Fortunately.

  Facing the woman's humiliation, Dean just silently wiped the saliva splashed on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man beside the woman with the same unfriendly expression in a gentle tone:

   "Man, you brought this **** out, are you sure you want to let it bark here?"

"What?"

   Before the middle-aged man could speak, his wife, who was dressed like a ghost, screamed out of stress, opened her hands, and grabbed Dean's face.

next moment.

   An afterimage flashed past.

  The woman felt a pain in her jaw, and at the same time she felt dizzy, the whole person soared lightly into the air, and when her feet were off the ground, her husband's astonished expression and the blue sky and white clouds became her last impression.

   kicked the woman away.

Dean smiled faintly, and waved to Hawke: "Grab it, send it to the most expensive hospital in Los Angeles for medical treatment, sue her for blatantly attacking the detective and obstructing the case, and I suspect that she has mental problems. If the identification is not passed, it will be sent directly to a mental hospital for treatment."

"no problem!"

  Hawk only felt the unhappiness just now, and it all disappeared.

   Follow Dean to do things.

   It's so cool!

  He immediately ordered the little police officer beside him to call the hospital ambulance.

  Looking at this group of 'thugs', after knocking out his wife, they openly talked about the follow-up treatment.

  The middle-aged man's liver trembled with anger.

  We are the informants, the victims, and the weak!

  How dare you!

  Aren't these **** afraid that this matter will be exposed and attract public condemnation?

  He trembled with anger.

  Dean's look scared him so much that he couldn't move.

The man dodged Dean's eyes, lowered his head, his voice was no longer irritable and superior, and his attitude was no longer as arrogant as before. He said politely: "Sorry, my wife is just too worried about our son, she is not What mental illness."

   "I know she just has no quality. If she wakes up and is willing to apologize to me and my colleagues, perhaps the psychiatrist who identified her will give a suitable identification result."

   After speaking, Dean stopped looking at him and walked towards the wreckage of the vehicle.

   This is a relatively popular German car. It has a dark appearance and is full of traces of gasoline burning, but the appearance remains basically intact and there is no sign of explosion.

besides.

  Vehicle has black edges and discolored top.

  This means that the flames started from inside the vehicle before spreading to the entire vehicle.

   Dean looks at the tires.

   Here comes the interesting one.

  Although the four tires of the car have blackened marks, they are all in good condition. In addition, there are inconspicuous black tire marks on the car marks around the car.

  It shows that the car became what it is now before it came here.

   See here.

  Dean basically concluded that this is not the first place where the car was abandoned, but the place where it was transferred. Maybe this car can still be driven.

   Complete these simple clue collections.

  He walked up to the forensics staff who took pictures and asked about their findings.

   "Guys, what have you found?"

  A female employee saw Dean, her eyes lit up, she pushed away her colleague who was taking pictures, and raised the record book in her hand: "Detective Dean, you are much more handsome than the rumors."

"Thank you, but now I want to know more about what happened to this car. As for my appearance," Dean raised his eyebrows at this ordinary-looking woman with a very attractive figure: "This involves genetic issues , if there is a chance, we can find a place to study it."

"I am looking forward."

  After the woman winked back, she straightened her expression and reported the situation:

   "The owner of the car is definitely the informant's son Azak.

   Someone was in the car, poured gasoline, then ignited the car, and drove over here. The whole process lasted about three or four minutes.

  No blood stains and other traces of possible murder were found in the car.

  Actually, we didn't even extract a single fingerprint. It should be that someone cleaned up the vehicle, and finally set fire to it cautiously.

   According to the residual traces in the car.

  The only thing we can be sure of is that there was a lot of "money" in the back seat of this car.

   Now they are ash, fused with the seat.

   But if nothing unexpected.

  Those are real money, at least the material is the same. "

  Dean nodded:

   "From your description and my findings, it can be determined that the person who abandoned the car had enough time to take away the banknotes.

   But he didn't.

  I suspect those are counterfeit banknotes even more,

  Do you have a way to identify it? "

The woman shook her head: "The burning is so thorough that there is no residue left. We can only use experience to determine that it is the dust from the burning of paper money, but if the fake money is made of the same material as the real money, we cannot pass through the dust." Verify their previous authenticity."

"Okay, I know."

  Dean scanned the interior of the car and handed the female employee his business card: "If you have any new clues, please call me as soon as possible. Even at night, you can come and report to me."

   "It's all about work?"

   "Yes, it's all about work!"

   After a friendly and veiled agreement between a carnivorous man and woman, they bid farewell.

  Harry was watching the victim's father, the middle-aged man, while chatting with his friends on the phone.

   See Dean finished viewing the scene.

He just hung up the phone, walked up to Dean, and said in a low voice: "Dean, I asked a friend. Half a month ago, there were indeed many children who were not studying around here, but there were a few incidents later. disappearance case, so they changed venues."

  Disappearance case?

  Dean remembered this, and pointed to the middle-aged man who still maintained the previous action, for fear of being caught, and then "being mentally ill": "What does this guy say?"

  Harry is not an idiot.

  During the time he was away, he should have already made inquiries.

   Speaking of which.

  Harry rolled his eyes: "Dean, this guy is probably out of his mind. I asked him why he knew his son's car was here. Guess what he said?"

   "Inspiration?"

   "To be precise, it's the revelation of the dead!"

  Harry complained:

  " He said that he and his wife heard their son calling for help the night before when they were sleeping, so they called the police, and the police found his son in the bar.

  Last night, they saw their son in flames with their own eyes and continued to ask them for help. They clearly saw the shape and name of the factory.

  Finally, Hawke and the others found this place by the name of the factory. "

   said.

  Harry asked suspiciously: "Dean, there aren't really traces of fat from burned corpses in the car, are there?"

Under normal circumstances.

  In this kind of case, the reporter is directly regarded as a suspect.

  Ten can catch nine right.

   There is another one, who is an insider, who just uses his dreams to provide evidence.

  But the man said these things, both in tone and expression, were too real.

   So much so that Harry was a little unconfident.

   "You think it's possible?"

Dean was amused by Harry: "If their son's charred body is really found in the car, then what you have to do is to handcuff them directly and take them back for interrogation, instead of wondering whether there are really undead in this world !"

   "Okay." Harry rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Then shall we track down the missing car owner Azak?"

"No!"

  Dean pointed to Azak's father, who was almost turned into a sculpture by himself: "Bring him back to our territory directly. I can guarantee that this guy knows what happened to his son."

Again.

  In this kind of case, you don't need to think too much about it. First arrest the person who called the police and then interrogate them. Generally, there is nothing wrong.

  Azak's father, he kept looking this way from the corner of his eye.

   As a magic stick.

  The most important thing is to observe words and emotions.

Their previous behavior seemed to be brain-dead and arrogant. In fact, looking at Hawke's performance, you can see that that set is very good for the low-level patrol police, so that they can only endure it and have no energy to think about the information revealed in the case. .

   But the couple were unlucky enough to meet Dean, a more brutish guy.

  Psychiatric hospital!

  Azak's father, thinking of that place, his legs couldn't help but feel weak.

   It is precisely because they have been in contact with people of various religions and nine streams that they know some of the dirty things inside.

  It hides the bloodiest darkness of mankind and all the **** madness that can be found.

so.

  When Azak's father saw Dean talking, he suddenly pointed at his companion.

  He actually went limp, and he fainted from fright.

   There was a plop, and the dust kicked up.

  Dean kept pointing his fingers, looked at Harry, and said with some embarrassment: "Dude, seriously, do I look so scary?"

  Harry nodded sincerely: "Dean, when you stand with the bad guy, if you don't restrain yourself, I will subconsciously worry about the bad guy's personal safety."

"I do not believe!"

  Dean silently took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on.

joke.

  How could he be a bad person?

  So many American ladies shouted to God when they got along with themselves.

  And God, in the hearts of the American people, represents holiness and charity.

   This can be seen.

   He Dean, not a bad guy.

   Harry: "."

  He looked at Dean, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a refined temperament and a beastly attire. He silently walked to Azak's father, grabbed him on his shoulder, and sat in the back seat of the incoming car.

   As a scumbag.

  Harry is now very worried that after staying with Dean for a long time, he will evolve from a simple scumbag to a shameless scumbag.

Chapter end