North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 337

  Chapter 337 Cruel way of death

  After a friendly exchange with Dean, Barnaby's neighbor, the lawyer, not only told what he knew, but also asked Dean and others to view the recent surveillance video of his home.

  According to neighbors.

  He hadn't seen Barnaby for more than ten days.

  This guy is on annual leave recently and has been staying at home, so the information provided is highly credible.

   Instead, it is monitoring, and there is no gain.

Because the scope of monitoring only includes the neighbor's yard, he dare not aim at the road, so as not to involve troublesome matters such as privacy, so Dean found that this guy is flirting with the newspaper boy who delivers letters every day, and he is an unscrupulous person. Lao Dengwai, and found nothing else.

   Say goodbye to the sad-faced neighbor.

  Dean is going to contact the patrol of the property company to find out the progress.

   Come over as soon as you see him.

  The policeman, who had just realized something, ran to Dean as if seeing a savior: "Detective Dean, help me, I need help..."

  He is tall and thin, and looks a little fragile.

   "Salami, what's the matter, aren't you in charge of contacting the property company in this community, who is threatening you?" The fat patrolman who was following Dean looked at his companion calling for help strangely.

  The patrolman Salami, who asked for help, said aggrievedly: "The property company didn't cooperate with me, so I followed Inspector Dean's method and threatened them. Now they are going to the police station to complain about me."

  Fat Patrolman: "."

   Dean: "."

  What does it mean to learn from me?

  I sue you for slander!

  Dean rolled his eyes: "Your name is Salami, can you tell me why you would think of threatening a real estate company in charge of high-end community properties?"

  The property company on the American side is not joking.

  Their composition is generally very complicated. They belong to the continuous gold mining industry, and they are closely related to courts and police stations.

  A small patrolman, going to threaten the other party, is afraid that he wants to guard the road and eat ashes.

   It can only be said that the police personnel are responsible for such a funny thing.

  In order to make it easier for the people below to work hard, without so much thought, when the police station recruits people, they will deliberately select those with strong limbs and simple minds to join the job.

   This also leads to some ironic things that often appear on American patrol officers in the future, and are even secretly filmed as funny videos for sand sculpture netizens to laugh at.

  Slender Patrolman Salami is undoubtedly a standard road donut patrolman.

  He heard Dean's questioning, and his face was aggrieved: "But Detective Dean, didn't you also threaten that rich man?"

   "Dude, come on, don't you see that family photo in this rich man's living room?

  I dare to ask the rich man this way, because as long as I follow the procedures and legally bring him back to the police station, and then go to his company to ask a few random questions, it will bring him hidden troubles in terms of reputation.

  He has several children, and the house probably has to be repaid, so a smart person like him will only make the right choice, but why should the property company be afraid of you, a small policeman? "

"ah"

   Not only the salami was dumb after hearing this, but the other fat patrolman was also dumb.

  It turns out that Detective Dean seems to be lawless, under the arrogant and domineering operation, there are so many twists and turns, the core is actually bullying?

Seeing the two people in a daze, Dean sighed and patted the shoulders of the two: "Guys, if you want to go further on the road of the police, you have to learn how to show your iron-blooded attitude of fighting and retreating." .”

   Fight and retreat?

  The two nodded half-understanding, and touched their heads, feeling a little itchy.

   These two guys have no brains.

  Dean chose to give up.

  He took out his mobile phone, called Lawrence, and asked him to take over the job of salami, first to get the surveillance video from the property company.

   Finish the phone call.

  The fire brigade finally arrived at the scene of the explosion.

  Come here together, as well as the reporters who smelled the fishy smell and used their magical powers to infiltrate.

Dean ignored the reporters who were entangled with the police, waited until the flames of the house were suppressed by the fire hose, ignored the high temperature that was still steaming, waved his hand, and brought two donut patrols, holding tools, until Ben house's utility room location.

   This place is located behind the living room of the house, far away from the front of the explosion. It was less affected, only some dilapidated houses were blocked by charred wood, but a presumably hidden underground iron door entrance could be clearly seen under the dilapidated carpet.

   There's a basement there!

   "Move the debris!"

  Dean waved his hand, took the tools, and stepped forward to get busy.

   Two donut **** patrolmen, looking at each other, can see the surprise in each other's eyes!

  How does Detective Dean know that there is a secret room here?

  They didn't know that among all kinds of common sense instilled by tracking skills, there was the part of the explosion echo, so when the explosion happened, Dean heard that there was a space under the location of the secret room!

The two little Karami naturally didn't expect Dean to be so obsessed. They only felt that this handsome detective was far more mysterious than the image in the rumors. They didn't dare to delay, so they hurriedly helped Dean, hoping to be spotted by Dean by then. Since then, he has been promoted and raised his salary, and has reached the pinnacle of his life..

  The three of them were busy for about ten minutes, and finally cleared out a space of about nine square meters in the mess.

Looking at the two small patrolmen who were standing still in a high temperature environment, Dean had to let them go to the side to rest, called two unfamiliar faces again, took tools, and pried open the iron on the ground. The door is locked.

   It seems to be a closed space inside.

  The moment the iron door was opened, a stream of air with a rancid smell rushed up from below, killing the two patrolmen who were gloating over their misfortune.

   Strong smell.

  The two of them rolled their eyes, they didn't even have the instinct to vomit, and they passed out directly.

  Dean was speechless.

   Yes, two more consumables fell down.

  He could only signal to the two salamis who had just recovered some strength, dragged the two patrolmen on the ground aside, let them go to the car to pick up the small video camera, and asked for some gas masks.

   Fortunately, Los Angeles has money, and there are enough configuration packages for the patrol.

   These things are found in police cars.

   Wait until the smell of the underground space is almost gone.

  Dean was wearing a gas mask, borrowed a pistol, and went down first. Salami and the others fixed the camera on their shoulders, followed behind Dean, holding guns in both hands, nervous, and came down one by one.

  But these two Karami did not open the safety of the pistol.

   It's not that they didn't want to, but Dean warned them before they came down that they were not allowed to open the safety of the pistol if there was no situation.

  After all, Dean just wanted the two of them to be witnesses, and he didn't want to fall in front of the danger when he was in danger, but instead fell under the panicked bullets flying behind his colleagues.

  The underground passage is repaired with rough steel steps.

  Every step the three of them take, there will be a heavy thud in response to the transmission, giving people an increasingly tense environment stimulus.

   I don't know what's in the underground space. Even after ventilating for a while, the unpleasant smell mixed with rancid and pungent chemicals becomes stronger the further down.

  Even wearing a gas mask, Dean's keen sense of smell can still smell the smell, so he can only move forward with his breath held.

   Go down about three or four meters, and the steps under your feet begin to level off.

   crunch~

   Accompanied by a tactile feeling of stepping on the wooden floor.

  crack~

  A sensory incandescent light came on, causing the two patrolmen behind Dean to close their eyes subconsciously.

next moment.

   chee chee~

   Messy movements came from the front.

  It turned out to be a big mouse the size of an adult's palm with a long tail behind it.

  These mice seemed to have not seen the light for a long time. Under the stimulation of the suddenly turned on incandescent lamp, they ran around like crazy, leaving a series of dark red stains on the somewhat soft ground.

  Dean didn't care about looking around, and turned his head and shouted: "Be safe, don't shoot!"

   Thanks to his shouting.

  The two little Karamis behind them, stimulated by the light and the rats screaming, have already opened the insurance.

  I'm afraid Dean might really enjoy the joy of backstabbing if he creates some other background first.

   "Huh~ I'm scared to death!"

   "What the **** are these mice, they are so big!"

  Emotionally relaxed, the two of them adapted to the stimulation of the light at the same time, and used the topic to transfer the embarrassment on their faces.

  Compared to the calm and composed Inspector Dean, the performance of the two of them just now was too spicy.

  Dean ignored the two tool men and began to look around seriously.

   This is a simple underground space with a height of more than three meters and the size of an ordinary middle school classroom.

strictly speaking.

  This is more like a cellar.

  The passage that just came down is some assembled simple steel stairs without railing protection, and the bottom is a wooden floor, which is poorly maintained. There are signs of decay in some places, exposing the soil under the wooden boards.

  The position where the three of them came down, the board should have a sensor setting.

  Looking forward, there are rows of shelves.

  There are some blue folders on the shelf, each compartment has a label, and when I look closer, I find that it is the date.

  Dean put on his gloves, took out a document to check, and found that there were some contracts, ledgers, and some simple records with secret words.

  Here should be all the secrets of lawyer Barnaby.

  Dean scanned the six or so large shelves, and said behind him: "Follow me, and the camera is aimed."

   After finishing speaking, he followed the black and red footprints left by the mice on the wooden board, passed through the wooden frames that obscured his vision, and finally came to the innermost part of the basement.

  There is a simple wooden table and chairs with office equipment.

  A **** corpse, wrapped in tattered clothes, sitting in a slumped posture, with its head held high, its mouth growing, and the black hole on its face staring straight at the direction of the trail.

  When Dean turned a corner, his vision happened to meet the black holes where the eyes were missing from the corpse. Even though he was so courageous, his heart still skipped a beat, and his heartbeat accelerated a lot.

   "FK!"

"Oh my God!"

  The two little patrolmen who followed were shocked by the discovery at this corner and exclaimed in shock.

  This special environment, the miserable corpse is really scary.

   "Stop screaming, just stand here, and the camera lens is aligned." Dean said angrily, and only after a small camera was tied to his head, he walked carefully to the corpse and squatted down.

  The death of the corpse was a bit miserable.

  The clothes are tattered, with obvious chewing marks, and the exposed skin and flesh are even more dilapidated, covered with eating teeth marks left by rodents.

   Needless to say, these are the masterpieces of those **** mice.

  They used corpses as food.

  A few white and fat maggots seemed to sense the movement from outside, and drilled out of the dark eye sockets of the corpse, with a wet black-red liquid on the tail.

   Such an unrecognizable corpse, even my own mother would not be able to recognize it.

  Dean pursed his lips and stretched out his hand, ready to see if he could find something that could identify the deceased.

next moment.

  The throat of the originally motionless corpse suddenly swelled rapidly, as if a zombie inhaled and came back to life.

  Dean's scalp was numb, and he quickly pulled away.

  This was the first time he had seen this weird scene.

next moment.

  A black shadow rushed out from the corpse's mouth, drew an arc in the air, landed on the ground, and quickly disappeared under the cover of those shelves.

   This is like a signal.

From the abdomen cavity and other parts of the body that was originally quiet, jet-black, glossy rat heads emerged one after another. Under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, they looked like gophers coming out of the ground one after another, spreading all over the body of the corpse. , looking straight at Dean and the three of them with scarlet eyes

This scene is weird and terrifying, no matter how courageous you are, you will feel a numb feeling of confusion and nausea, rushing from the soles of your feet to your head, and then from your heart to your skin, turning into goosebumps. Unforgettable for a lifetime.

"grass!"

  Dean took several steps back and didn't stop until he bumped into the two people behind him.

  The two little patrolmen standing at the corner were even more pale. They seemed to have seen a profane scene that they couldn't look directly at.

   So **** scary.

  Who has ever seen a person's body, suddenly there are mice out of it!

  Thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle.

   squeak ~

   These rats are probably confused by eating meat.

   After a long time, under the call of his partner in the dark, Hulala got out from under the **** holes, pushed away the clothes covering the corpse's body, left a dark fleshy hole, and fled away.

   "vomit~"

  The two little patrolmen finally couldn't bear it anymore, and vomited heavily on the smelly wooden board.

  Dean clenched his fists, and after stabilizing his numb mind, he looked at the two hapless **** sympathetically, and didn't even have the slightest thought of reprimanding them for polluting the scene.

   This scene is really disgusting and weird, even the well-informed forensic doctors in the forensics department may not be able to withstand it.

  He took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort, squatted down next to the corpse again, and looked at the corpse seriously.

   Affected by rats that rush out.

  The clothes that originally covered the abdomen of the corpse were partly lifted.

  Dean discovered the details that he hadn't noticed just now.

The left hand of the deceased was covering his abdomen. Below it was an inconspicuous blood hole, the surrounding was wet, and the black-red liquid glowed like asphalt under the light. Flesh remains.

   That's the large intestine.

  In Dean's mind, a picture could not help but emerge:

  For unknown reasons, the deceased was leaning against a corner, his abdomen was injured, and it was difficult to move.

   A group of hungry and crazy rats gathered together smelling the smell of blood, and burrowed into the wound on the abdomen of the deceased.

   Fresh intestines flow out.

  The deceased tried his best to stuff his intestines back, but the left hand he stretched out became part of the mouse's meal

   hiss~

  Dean gasped, goosebumps popped all over his body.

   No wonder there is so much still wet black-red liquid left on the site.

Too cruel!

  The dead did not die long at all!

  He saw the rats crawling all over his body, and felt the rats eat his large intestine, his watery eyeballs, and his fresh and tender internal organs bit by bit, and he died of pain! !

  Even for the murderous Dean, this is the first time he has seen such a cruel way of death in his past and present lives.

  Because it is too difficult to achieve.

   Killing people is very simple.

   But it is not easy to make a person feel the greatest pain before dying.

   In Dean's mind, the murderer's motive for killing could not help but emerge.

  Revenge!

   Definitely blood feud!

  (end of this chapter)

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