North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 237

  Chapter 237 Surveying the scene

   "Thompson, are you being treated as a turkey and stuffed into the oven?"

  Dean got out of the car, walked to the lonely figure, and joked.

  Unlucky guy, it is the little brother Thompson.

  Thompson raised his head suddenly when he heard a familiar voice, his face full of anger: "Dean, you must catch that **** murderer, he ruined my perfect date!"

   "So what's going on? Where's your little girlfriend?"

  Thompson rubbed his sticky hair, and said in shock: "I sent my girlfriend to her house and saw that it was relatively quiet, so I wanted to try the gift you gave me with my girlfriend while there was still some time.

   As a result, as soon as I took off my pants, the **** shower next to me sprayed out blood, directly drenching the two of us into drowned chickens! "

   "What about your little girlfriend?"

   Speaking of girlfriends.

  Thompson returned to his listless appearance: "After I reported to the police, the police collected blood from her body, and her parents took her home after receiving the news.

   And her dad also said that next time he sees me near his house, he will treat me to a steel ball sandwich. "

   oh~

   Poor little brother.

   It turned out to be a lovelorn + the little brother was frightened and suffered a double blow.

  Hope that today's encounter will not make Thompson's little brother never recover from a setback.

   But Thompson often goes hunting.

   Skinning and bone removal is also a good hand.

  His psychological endurance should not be so bad.

   Before Dean came, Thompson had already been sampled by the forensics department.

   So as long as a guardian is present, he can leave.

   Dean is not Thompson's guardian though.

   But this is actually a humane society.

   His words.

  The patrolmen present will give Dean this face.

   "Okay, Thompson, I'll ask the guy to take you to my rental house to rest. I didn't tell my mother what happened today. Don't let it slip tomorrow!"

Thompson got up: "Please, I'm not a fool, or your colleagues won't call you, Dean, this case is solved, you must tell me, I will go to see who ruined my love !"

All right.

  Look at his posture.

  Dean knew his worries were unnecessary.

  The child brought up by mother Sheila, even Thompson, a seemingly gentle guy, has a psychological quality that exceeds many of his peers. Don't worry about what happened today, it will cause him a psychological shadow.

   Take Thompson.

   Dean just walked into the blockade.

   Several guarding patrolmen immediately greeted him warmly.

   "Inspector Dean!"

   "Wow, looks like we're in luck, this case will be solved soon!"

   Obviously.

  The patrol officers on the night shift all knew Dean, the 'celebrity' of the Fourth Squadron.

   "Good evening, guys!" Dean smiled back: "Can anyone tell me what's going on now?"

  A clever guy enthusiastically said: "People from the forensic department have already gone in to investigate the site, and Boss Hawke has also come, but it seems that there is also a problem in a high-end residential area. He rushed over with another group of brothers."

   "Thank you~"

  Dean took out a few banknotes and handed them to the other party: "It's cold at night, go buy some supper for the brothers, by the way, can you send my unlucky brother to my residence to clean up the mess?"

"No problem at all!"

  The little policeman smiled and took Dean's money.

  He didn't care about the errand fee, but he was happy to show his face in front of Dean.

   Didn't you see the other colleagues looking at you enviously?

   Send away brother.

  Dean put on his shoe covers and gloves, and walked into the room in front of him.

  The sight is a piece of blood solidified on the floor.

   Above the blood stains, a white-haired old lady, covered in blood holes, with wide-eyed eyes, collapsed under a wheelchair.

  Beside the corpse, there is a familiar figure, with his back to Dean, pouted, holding a camera, and taking a close-up photo of the old lady's corpse.

  At the same time, there are a few unfamiliar faces taking pictures of the scene in every corner of the room.

   "Hi, Holz."

  Dean patted Tun, who was swaying back and forth, and greeted him familiarly.

   Ka Ka Ka ~

  Several close-ups in a row.

  Holtz straightened up and turned his head: "Dean~ I guessed that you would come over overnight, but I didn't expect you to give me a salty hand."

  Dean shrugged: "Sorry, I'm a shy person a lot of the time, but sometimes, hands have their own ideas."

  Holtz gave Dean a **** back, and began to introduce the current findings:

   “Four dead have been found so far.

  The host, the hostess, their daughter, and the host's mother.

   Based on photos inside the house.

   This should be a family of four.

  This case was discovered in time.

   Feedback based on the feel of the corpse.

  I simply speculate that it should be no more than three hours from the time of the incident.

   Among them, the old lady died at the door.

   She should have heard someone knocking on the door, controlled the wheelchair to go there, and was about to ask, but she became the first victim of this murder case.

  Although there is no dissection yet, the old lady should have been pierced through the body by a sharp weapon many times, resulting in massive bleeding to death, and the wounds on her body were all located in the neck and chest cavity.

  The murderer was not prepared to leave alive from the very beginning!

  The second deceased should be the man who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. "

Holz pointed to the fat man lying on the sofa: "He should be eating potato chips and snacks with his wife and children while watching soap operas, and he didn't react at all to his mother's death, so he was killed. shot.

  We found at least seventeen bullet holes on him.

   There are three fatal positions.

   It is currently uncertain what type of firearm the killer used.

  But the murderer most likely emptied the magazine directly.

  He must hate this male master very much! "

   Dean nodded.

  Behavior can reverse the criminal psychology of the murderer at that time.

  The male corpse on the sofa showed no obvious signs of struggling. It should have been headshot when the murderer shot, otherwise he would not have died so cooperatively.

   But even so.

   Those who fired did not stop shooting.

  The possibility of grievances between the two is indeed great.

   "The murderer's act of venting gave the hostess a chance to escape."

   Holz took Dean to the bathroom, avoiding the bloodstains extending all the way from the living room.

  The bathroom door has been opened, and there are blood stains on the wall and underground.

  A nearly disfigured woman with her face upturned, limply lying on the edge of the bathtub, her pajamas were already stained blood.

   "She died the worst."

  Holtz pointed to the hideous wound on the woman's body: "Dean, guess what the murderer used to kill her?"

"The wound is hollow, and the edge of the wound is turned outward. It should be some kind of steel pipe product with a square opening, for example." Dean pointed to the incomplete part that should have been welded to the towel rail: "That kind of simple towel The frame, this thing looks rough, but if the weld is broken, it can still penetrate the human body, and it will make people die very painful and long."

   "I knew it would be hard for you!"

   Holz nodded:

   "The hostess was stabbed more than 30 times, and her whole body was covered with wounds.

  She lost her life bit by bit in pain and bleeding.

   It was also because of her blood that it flowed into the sewer.

  A greenhouse wastewater system is installed under the house to recycle all liquids in the sewer.

  The automatic shower on the lawn is connected to the greenhouse wastewater system in the house to perform water circulation, causing the outside lawn shower to spray blood, which showered a couple of young couples who were preparing to have fun in the wild. "

   Speaking of which.

  Holtz gave a very immoral duck laugh: "This kind of situation is rare. I hope that young man will not have a psychological shadow and never recover from it!"

  Dean patted Holz on the shoulder, with a half smile: "Dude, the unlucky guy you're talking about is my brother."

   Holz: "."

He quickly changed the subject and said: "When I saw this, I almost concluded that the murderer must have some kind of hatred with this family. According to their interpersonal relationship, there might be something to gain. It wasn't until I saw the little girl's body that I feel puzzled."

"oh?"

   Dean is interested.

   Led by Holz, the two came to the little girl's room.

   Sorry, overslept.

   Wait for a two-hour interval, and post another chapter as compensation~

  (end of this chapter)

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