North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 32

  Chapter 32 Locked!

  Come to the forensics department.

   After questioning the guard, Dean took a deep breath, carried a Big Mac set meal, and walked towards the No. 3 morgue.

  Los Angeles Forensics Division is an independent agency under the Police Detective Bureau, responsible for various material inspections, autopsies, and the issuance of authoritative reports on clues

It can be said.

   When the detectives catch the criminal and want to convict the criminal, in many cases, they need the support of the report from the forensics department.

   This support is very flexible.

   If you have a good relationship, you can solve the case comfortably.

   If the relationship is not good, it will be very uncomfortable.

  Dean's current behavior, whether right or wrong, will embarrass the boss of the forensics department if exposed.

   If not necessary.

  Dean didn't want that either.

   But Bill is too good for a murderer.

  Bill was a forensic doctor. In terms of cleaning up traces, he is probably more professional than Dean, a former scavenger. He is also familiar with the human body, proficient in medicine, and can clearly grasp the time when the victim is awake.

  Considering Bill's unique hobbies and oversized body shape, he is easily discriminated against and isolated, which fits the psychological profile of the murderer inferred by him and Lawrence.

   The timing of Bill's appearance and disappearance in Rose's gym is too coincidental.

   So many coincidences coming together.

  Even though Bill was a fat man weighing more than 300 pounds, with a conspicuous figure and limited mobility, Dean still regarded him as the first object of suspicion.

after all.

  Who can be sure that there is only one murderer?

  Zheng Er Ba Jing summoned Bill, no doubt asking for trouble.

  So Dean is going to test his mouth first, and by the way, see if he can scare the snake away and cheat Bill.

   Mortuary No. 3 is located on the third basement floor.

  The corridor is brightly lit, the surrounding walls are wrapped in steel, and the overall atmosphere looks a lot like the evil laboratory in the movie.

  When Dean arrived, through the glass in the corridor, he saw Bill and a small man, with their backs to the corridor, concentrating on dissecting a female corpse.

  He stood in front of the glass and looked at it seriously.

  The small man is thin and thin, wearing a white coat that looks empty, and wearing a mask, standing in front of a small cart full of tools, he looks like Bill's assistant.

  Beside the dissecting table, there is a huge light beam similar to an operating room, and there is a video equipment on the lower side of the light beam.

  Bill and his assistant did not communicate during the whole process.

  But the two cooperated tacitly.

  As soon as Bill raises his hand, the little assistant can put the tool Bill wants in his hand.

   Waited for about ten minutes.

  Bill stopped, stayed in front of the camera for a moment, and walked to the cleaning room on the side.

  The little assistant took a step forward, picked up a camera, and took pictures of the internal organs taken out of the female body one by one, and then put them back into the female body, picked up a needle and thread and carefully sewed them up.

  Dean took the package in his hand, pushed open the door, and walked in.

   Hear movement.

  The little assistant stopped her sewing and looked up at the door: "Who are you?"

   "I'm Dean, I'm here to find Bill to fulfill my promise." Dean raised the Big Mac bag in his hand: "Is Bill not here?"

   Heard it was looking for Bill.

  The little man pointed to the female corpse under him: "He just finished his work and went to take a shower. You wait by the side."

   After speaking, he lowered his head and got busy again.

  Dean put the things on the table and leaned over: "Is this a newly discovered murder case, which squadron of the Homicide Division is responsible for it?"

"Yes, an eighteen-year-old girl from Maoxiong Country was found dead by the side of the road this morning. People from the Second Squadron were in charge. This is a troublesome job." The little man was very talkative, and he didn't hide his knowledge. Information.

  Dean asked curiously, "Why bother?"

The little man neatly tied a knot in the girl's belly, stood up and said: "Because this is a wandering warbler, the stray warbler in Maoxiong country here is basically controlled by the Maoxiong gang, they will only solve problems by themselves, and will not cooperate with the police. explore."

  He put away the tools, looked at Dean carefully, and said with a smile: "Hi, my name is Holz, Bill's assistant, you should be a rookie?"

   "Yes, just joined the 4th Squadron for two days.", Dean shrugged.

   "Then you are really unlucky." Holz took off his gloves, pulled off his mask, and revealed a rather handsome face: "I heard that the Fourth Squadron was devastated by a case."

  Hearing this, Dean deliberately looked down at the naked female corpse in front of him, pretending to be disdainful and said: "It's very troublesome, but we are about to locate the murderer. He is very cunning, but because he is too arrogant, he has exposed too much."

   During the conversation.

   Out of the corner of his eye, he has been paying attention to Holz's expression.

   "Then congratulations." Holz took out a large piece of white cloth from the trolley and covered the body of the woman: "I will go to work first, and look forward to your good news."

   Finished speaking.

  He waved to Dean, pushed the cart, and walked into a small room.

   "Normal expression~"

  Dean looked away, walked to the small table and sat down.

  On the table, besides the Big Mac set meal he brought over, there was also a half-eaten beef burger.

  The undercooked beef and the overflowing blood stained the green vegetables, and Dean couldn't help but think of the internal organs of the female corpse he had just seen.

  Can eat this thing in this environment.

  Dean can only say that forensic doctors are not normal people.

  The sound of disinfection blowing came from the shower room.

  With the opening of the iron door.

  Bill changed into new clothes and returned to the morgue.

   "Hi, Bill, I'm Dean, Lawrence's companion. I'm sorry to trouble you last time for the towel fiber identification." Dean got up and greeted enthusiastically.

  Bill glanced at Dean indifferently, and saw the bag of the Big Mac set meal on the table. A smile appeared on his fat face: "I thought Lawrence would wait until the case was over before fulfilling his promise."

   "It's almost done. We have the general identity of the murderer. If there is no accident, the case will take a day or two at most before there will be a result." Dean used the same words to test.

  How do you know.

  Bill had a sarcasm on his face: "I think you should find your next home in advance."

   "What?", Dean looked puzzled: "Bill, I can't understand some of your words."

  The chair creaked unbearably.

  Bill sat down with difficulty, opened the Big Mac burger set, glanced around, and said dissatisfiedly: "Where's the tomato juice? Lawrence actually forgot that I love tomato juice the most!"

   "Sorry, I bought this. I will make it up for you when I come next time, but you need to answer my question first."

  Dean has confirmed at this moment that Bill really does not have the conditions to commit crimes.

  It is not easy for Bill to complete the work of the forensic department every day. It is impossible to spare time to commit crimes at night, and it is difficult to cover up the traces of his actions.

   "Remember, otherwise I won't help you next time." Bill muttered a few words, and then explained: "Your case will hardly come to fruition!"

   "I saw the corpse of the suspect you sent over before. The autopsy results showed that he died of cerebral congestion. The report will be sent to your squadron later, but I think he died of murder!"

   "Brain Congestion Murder"

  A flash of light flashed in Dean's mind: "Bill, you mean, the suspect was killed by resonance?"

  The human body is far more fragile than imagined.

  If someone is proficient in mechanics, they can lightly tap the head to cause some small blood vessels in the brain to shatter, causing cerebral hemorrhage.

   Bill looked at Dean in surprise: "Very few people know this."

  Dean had learned similar covert killing methods in his previous life, but naturally he couldn't say that, so he could only say: “I've seen reports of similar crimes.”

  Bill nodded, and continued: "There are no obvious traces on the corpse. To be able to do this, the murderer is not only proficient in mechanics, but also very familiar with the structure of the human body.

  Generally, this method will be used together with drugs to avoid errors.

  The corpse was discovered in a timely manner, but no traces of drugs were found inside, indicating that the murderer was also very proficient in pharmacy. "

  Bill smiled: "Dean, a criminal with a high IQ who leaves no trace and is proficient in mechanics, anthropology, and pharmacy, even if he is caught, do you think he will leave evidence for your conviction?"

  Hearing this, Dean sighed: "Bill, no matter whether we can be convicted or not, we must at least do it so that we can match our monthly salary. I won't bother you for now."

   After speaking, he got up and prepared to leave.

  Go to the door.

  Dean turned around suddenly, just in time to meet Bill's indifferent and solid eyes from his back.

  This sudden move caught Bill off guard.

   "Do you have something else?" Bill hesitated for a moment, a little unnaturally.

"It's nothing, I just think being too fat is bad for your health." Dean looked into Bill's eyes and said to himself: "Bill, I know a gym that not only has professional coaches, but also has many beautiful women. The key is that the beautiful women are enthusiastic. if you need."

   "NO!"

  Hear Some Like It Hot.

  Bill seemed to think of some bad memories, his eyes turned fierce: "I don't need to exercise, you can leave too!"

   "That's a shame!"

  Dean whistled, ignored the fierceness in Bill's eyes, pushed the door out, and disappeared from Bill's sight.

   Leave the morgue.

  Dean called Lawrence immediately: "Lawrence, there is no need to investigate, I need you to help me get all the information about Bill, including the information of the people around him."

the other side.

  Bill returned to his indifferent appearance, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed

  (end of this chapter)

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