North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 345

   "Daisy was taken from the precinct?"

  Dean felt a little ridiculous, thinking he had heard it wrong.

Although Daisy is an inconspicuous clerk in the police department, this kind of cross-departmental taking of people away is often very troublesome. To put it bluntly, even if Daisy really has a problem, the person who came should be from the Ministry of Internal Affairs people, not people from other departments.

  This is related to the purity of the 'organization'.

   Sounds a little funny.

   But it is what it is.

   Otherwise, those bosses in the police department are also worried about being slandered.

  So no matter what reason Daisy was arrested, it would definitely be troublesome.

  Dean quickly asked Harry to contact his acquaintances in the police station to find out who the person who took Daisy was, and asked him to contact Old Hunter by the way.

   Daisy is Old Hunter's subordinate after all, and the person who took Daisy away might explain the situation to Old Hunter.

hang up the phone.

  Dean briefly told Lawrence on the side of the situation.

Lawrence didn't have the political consciousness like Dean: "Dean, I've been a policeman for so many years, except I saw the gang of wolves from the Ministry of Internal Affairs arresting my own people, that is, I heard people from the FBI and people from the Drug Enforcement Administration in the early years. Together, could Daisy be taken away by someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

  Dean shook his head: "Harry said that the chief of the branch also showed up at the time. This matter is not that simple. Let's go to the next location first, deal with the case and then go back to investigate Daisy."

   "FK!"

  Lawrence cursed, took away his emotions and drove to the next location.

  They just learned a more important piece of information from the young man in the office of Eden Consulting Company: his senior said that he had received a big business three days ago, and he was going to call his cronies to his home for a careful discussion.

  After that, the young man could no longer contact his senior.

   Facing the threat of the two big men, the young man told the address of his senior very simply.

   More than twenty minutes later.

  Dean and Lawrence came outside a villa.

This is an old suburban garden villa with a garden of about 100 square meters. There is a swimming pool and a small orchard in it. There is also a leisure area where you can see swings and barbecue tables. The overall price does not look cheap. .

  American labor is expensive.

  The annual maintenance fee for this kind of place is probably tens of thousands of dollars.

   "Pimping is real money."

  Lawrence was not in a good mood because of Daisy's arrest. Seeing this big villa with a swimming pool, he opened the car door a little unhappy.

Dean got out of the car, looked around, and smiled: "It's just rented, the guy who lives here is just a poor guy who pretends to be a rich man, if I'm not wrong, he should very much hope that he can blend in with a rich student." Crowds, spend a lot of money on facades."

   There are two other people who got out of the car, a man and a woman.

   These two are the security of this community.

  If Lawrence hadn't pulled out his police detective certificate, saying that a murder may have occurred here, the community security might not have allowed Dean and the others to come in directly.

   Hear what Dean said.

   Among them, the tall female security guard with brown hair and ponytail raised her eyebrows: "You mean, the owner here is a fake rich man?"

   "Yes." Dean pointed to those gardens and the orchard in the distance:

   "See these no.

  Really rich people will have them pruned regularly. Although there are traces of pruning here, it is very amateurish. It should be done by the owner and friends.

   In addition, look at the outer walls and window frames. No one has been called to repair them here. It's not that the owner doesn't want to, it's just that he lacks money.

  If I guessed correctly, he should still be driving a not-cheap car and wearing a not-cheap watch. "

   Poor car, rich watch.

  When you see someone driving a luxury car and wearing a famous watch, the first impression you give people is that this person is very rich.

  But the really rich people care more about the details in the quality of life.

  Dean's words directly suppressed the words of this good-looking female security guard, and finally turned them into a simple and rude FK.

  Lawrence on the side couldn't help looking at the female security guard with scrutiny: "Do you have any stories with this owner?"

The male security guard next to him shrugged and explained: "We all thought that the owner here was a rich student, so many young female security guards and housekeepers took the initiative to go to that guy's bed, and among them was La Ti's sister."

  The annual rent here is not less than 500,000 US dollars, which belongs to the real rich area, and similar situations are not uncommon.

  When the female security guard heard the news from her colleague, she said in a bad tone: "I really hope he's okay, so I can kick his balls!"

   After speaking, she took the lead and walked towards the gate of the villa.

   On the way.

  The male security guard briefly introduced the situation here to Dean and the two:

  “The owner here lives in Europe and entrusts a property company to be responsible for the rental of the villa.

  The current owner rented the house here two years ago.

  He is a student from a university not far away and a native of Los Angeles. This guy often brings young people to parties, and he often sees many beautiful women, so we have a deep impression of him. "

  Dean asked casually: "When was the last time he came back?"

"Three days ago!", the male security guard said with certainty: "Although I haven't checked the vehicle entry and exit records, I can be sure that it was three days ago, because that day he brought in a few guys who didn't look like good people. It is the object of our concern, but neither I nor the colleagues on duty found that they had left, and they should still be in the villa."

  People here like to hoard a lot of food at home at once, so it's not surprising that they don't go out for a few days.

   During the conversation.

  The female security guard has come to the gate of the villa and rang the doorbell.

   Waited for more than a minute.

   There was no movement from inside.

  Dean goes straight to the window and looks in.

This location is the lobby on the first floor. You can see some European-style furniture. The floor is covered with thick carpets with complicated patterns. An antique chair is lying on the side. Fruits are scattered all over the place. It seems that someone is here. There was a fight at the location.

  Dean waved at the three of them: "There are traces of fighting inside. I suspect that something happened to the owner and the people who brought them here."

  The two security guards ran over immediately after hearing the words, and looked inside.

   After seeing the situation inside clearly.

  The male security did not hesitate, and directly picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder with an ugly face, explained the situation here to the security office, and requested to call the surrounding public surveillance.

  Residents in high-end communities regard their own safety as very important.

  Although the female security guard was upset before, her face was also ugly.

   If there is a homicide here, then these security guards with high salaries are afraid that they will be deducted a large bonus.

  Lawrence, the old god, stood beside Dean on the ground without interrupting.

  This kind of case that happened in a high-end community, if there is no investigation order from the police station, hands are tied, and a door may be broken. You may have to complain, and you can only wait for the community security to break the door.

   A moment.

   With the busyness of a professional locksmith, the door of the villa was opened.

  A smell mixed with a faint odor, as the door opened, rushed straight out.

   Several security guards who rushed over, smelled the smell, and their expressions changed.

  As the security guards of high-end communities, they are generally professionals in the industry, and many of them have seen blood.

   They are all too familiar with the smell of decaying flesh.

  One of the captain-like black men stopped his teammates who wanted to rush into the house to check the situation, and looked at Dean and Lawrence: "Mr. Detective, the situation looks a little bad."

  Dean nodded: "Call the police, send one or two of your people to follow us in, and call the surveillance near here by the way, and then hand it over to the forensics department."

   Finished speaking.

  Dean led Lawrence into the villa.

   Upon seeing this, the security captain hurriedly followed after giving instructions to his subordinates.

   Enter the house.

  Dean was not in a hurry to survey the scene.

  He fluttered his nostrils slightly, followed the smell, and led Lawrence and the five big and three thick black security captains across the hall to the side door at the bottom of the downstairs.

  The door is left open, revealing the dark passage below.

The security captain is undoubtedly very familiar with the structure of the houses here, and he explained: "This is usually an indoor wine cellar, and some trendy homeowners will renovate the house and install indoor elevators, but there are also many homeowners who like this old-fashioned structure. "

   said.

  He stepped forward familiarly, stood in the dark and groped twice.

   accompanied by a slight clicking sound.

  Several lights flashed twice, illuminating the passage leading to the underground.

   "Let's go."

  After Dean didn't feel the danger warning, he immediately stepped forward and walked down the stairs.

   When reaching the corner.

  Lawrence and the black security captain both smelled an increasingly strong rancid smell.

   They realized that the body was down there.

  The security captain glanced at Dean's back with different eyes.

  You must know that after a period of time in a closed environment, the unique smell will adhere to all the places where it can be attached, making it difficult for people to find the source of the odor in the first place.

  But the handsome young police detective in front of him immediately locked in here after entering the door.

   Is this guy a dog nose?

  The further you go down, the colder the surrounding environment.

  The three of them walked down the stairs to the bottom without saying a word.

  The entrance is several modern freezers.

  A steady stream of cold air gushed out from inside, filling the not-so-big cellar space.

  In the distance, there are a few glass cabinets embedded in the wall, with a few scattered bottles of wine inside, which looks a bit crude and wastes the space here.

besides.

   Within the field of vision, nothing else was found.

  Lawrence and the black security captain had surprised expressions on their faces at the same time.

  What about the corpse?

  After smelling the increasingly strong stench of corpses, they had already prepared their minds, and even thought about the cruel scene under the cellar.

  There is nothing below the result.

  Something is wrong!

"What's happening here?"

  Lawrence checked the cellar again, but found nothing.

  He still didn't give up, and opened several refrigerators to check.

Inside the freezer, there were only some big ice cubes frozen from an unknown liquid that looked very cloudy, but it was confirmed that there were no dead bodies stuffed inside. The gap at the bottom was only the size of an adult's fist. The sound of the motor, it is impossible to hide the body.

  So. Where does the corpse smell come from?

  What about the corpse?

  Lawrence looked at Dean with a look of seeing a ghost: "The smell is definitely the smell of corpses, but why are there no corpses here?"

  Dean had the same confusion on his face.

  The layout here is actually a bit like the basement that was secretly dug in the lawyer's house before.

  Before he came down, he even wondered if there might be a group of rats here too.

  But the current situation made him a little confused.

  The feedback from the nose clearly told Dean that the source of the body odor was in this small space.

  This small cellar only has about twenty square meters.

  It can be scanned clearly at a glance.

  What about the corpse?

  Dean frowned, followed the route that Lawrence had walked, followed, and carefully checked the walls and the ground, but found no traces of a mezzanine.

  In the entire cellar, except for a few built-in wine racks and a few freezers for refrigeration, there is nothing else.

Sudden.

  Dean's mind flashed.

  He slowly raised his head and looked to the top of his head.

I saw the pale top, two white and three black, five naked corpses, nailed alive to the ceiling of the cellar by some thick 'nails', standing in the cellar with their mouths wide open and turbid dead eyes. The crowd shouted like a realistic version of an oil painting.

  Lawrence and the black security captain saw Dean looking up at the top of his head without saying a word, and subconsciously looked up.

   "FK!"

  Unexpectedly, the black captain was terrified by the five hideous corpses 'glued' to the ceiling, and sat directly on the ground.

  Lawrence was better, but he also felt that his legs were weak, and the two lumps on his face couldn't help trembling.

   Looking up, there are five corpses with distorted expressions, staring straight at you with those cloudy eyes.

   Who can stand up to this!

  If he hadn't seen a larger scale of more than 20 hanging human body puzzles before, Lawrence felt that his reaction would not be much better than the black security captain.

  Dean is much calmer.

  After he saw several hung corpses, he realized that the murderer was the same person as the one in the previous body puzzle.

   This is the same as the killing sequence he deduced.

   It's just that Dean is a little confused.

   This is a cellar after all. How did the murderer fix the five corpses on the ceiling with a few big iron nails?

   You know, this is not the human body jigsaw scene that was discovered for the first time.

  With the action of microorganisms inside the corpse, the tissues and flesh inside the corpse first stiffen, then soften and rot, and the toughness decreases, and the adhesion between the tissues gradually disappears.

  For example, the kind of people who hang themselves to death.

Although the spine and neck are used as support to keep the corpse suspended, a large amount of excrement will pour out from the intestines of the corpse in no more than half a day, and the rope will be embedded in the neck bones of the corpse in no more than three days. As a result, the flesh and blood were separated. After half a month, tsk tsk, unless the corpse was directly dried in the air, there would definitely be flesh and blood residue under the corpse's feet.

  This place is also different from the death scene of the hanging. The nails were simply pierced through the flesh and blood to fix the person to the ceiling, and no trace of blood was found on the ground.

  In this case, even if the temperature of the cellar is low, under normal circumstances, the flesh and blood of the corpse should continue to slide under the action of gravity, and finally hit the floor instead of becoming a sculpture that fits the ceiling, and is really fixed on it.

  How did the murderer do it?

  At this moment, even the well-informed Dean couldn't help but fall into doubts.

  He didn't even see the murderer's method of killing.

   Difficult to deal with.

Chapter end