North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 346

  Chapter 346 Key clues

   "People from the forensics department are here, and old Hunter is here with them."

  While Dean was wandering in the cellar over and over again, Lawrence ran down from above to inform him.

   "Old Hunter is here too?"

  Dean nodded and followed Lawrence up.

   It should be Harry who called old Hunter. Old Hunter felt that it was inconvenient to talk about Daisy on the phone, so he chose to come with the forensics team and have a direct interview.

  Holtz is also at the forensics department.

  This guy has heavy dark circles on his face, and it looks like he hasn't had a good rest.

   "Hi, Dean."

  Holtz greeted them without spirit: "God, my colleagues and I just worked overtime to dissect more than 20 corpses found in the previous room. Don't tell me there is also a big scene here."

   There was a little helplessness in his tone.

   I don't know if it's an illusion.

  Holtz feels that Dean may have some kind of mysterious BUFF, and wherever he goes, there will be big cases.

  As soon as this guy comes back, he will be busy.

  Dean shrugged: "Only five people died this time. The murderer's method is very magical, and I can't see through it."

"oh?"

  Holtz became interested.

  He yawned. He didn't care about talking nonsense with Dean. After asking about the place of death, he quickly led his colleagues and rushed into the cellar of the villa with a suitcase.

   Holz and a group of people left.

  The gazes of Dean and Lawrence were on the sad old Hunter.

   "What's the situation with Daisy?"

   "Who took Daisy?"

   The two asked in unison.

Old Hunter sighed, sat casually on the steps outside the villa, lit a cigarette, puffed the clouds for a while, and then organized his words; "This matter is very troublesome, do you know who took Daisy away?" ?"

  Lawrence flicked two pieces of meat on his face: "Don't be tricky! Old Hunter, my hands are itchy when you are like this. We know that we still need to ask you?"

  Dean narrowed his eyes when he heard the words: "One of our own?"

Old Hunter gave Lawrence a blank look, and then nodded to Dean: "After I received Harry's call, I contacted the chief of the branch immediately, and he told me that the person who took Daisy away was the Urban Anti-Terrorism Special Team." (SWAT) people."

   "Counter-terrorism?"

   "What did Daisy do, those people need to be dispatched, don't tell me what terrorist attack she participated in!"

   Lawrence is stupid.

  The last time he saw SWAT participating in an operation was Operation Lincoln Farm, where there was a shootout involving over a hundred people. That time even a lot of rockets were fired. The battle scene could not be called a small-scale battle too much.

  What did Daisy do?

  Dean frowned when he heard that.

  He knew a little more than Lawrence.

  SWAT actually belongs to the FBI. The jurisdiction of SWAT in Los Angeles, strictly speaking, also belongs to the director of the FBI branch in Los Angeles, that is, the new director who was tricked into the hospital by Dean before.

The issue is.

  The opponent is in the hospital.

  The staff of the former Los Angeles FBI branch, except Chesston En, basically died under the explosion attack of the elder Lucifer's two hounds.

  So who is the commander behind this SWAT dispatch?

  Dean looked at the dignified old Hunter, and expressed his doubts.

  Old Hunter flicked the cigarette **** in his hand, sighed again: "I also want to know, the problem is that after I called to report, do you know how the director replied to me?"

With a dark face, he imitated the crooked voice on the phone: "Sorry, Captain Hunter, your rank is too low and you don't have the right to know the details of the case. Pooh, that **** secretary didn't treat me like a kid at all." The captain took it seriously, and he didn't even want to say where Daisy was caught."

this.

   Lawrence is Muggle.

  He is not afraid of Daisy being taken away.

  Daisy is also a member of the police guild, so something happened for no reason. The entire Los Angeles police department will choose to investigate as much as possible due to public opinion.

  The problem is that the person who took Daisy away is one of his own.

  They don't yet know where the man was taken.

  This makes people powerful and useless.

   Distraught, Lawrence slammed his fist on the stone pillar next to him: "FK, we are working hard to investigate the case here, but those old dogs are dragging us behind, I really want to overturn the table!"

  Dean patted the furious Lawrence on the shoulder, and comforted him: "At least explain to the director that he should know the details of Daisy being taken away. If we want to save Daisy, we must solve this case quickly."

  SWAT is nominally under the jurisdiction of the FBI.

  If they solve the case earlier, they can also make the FBI team leader owe a favor and let him intervene in Daisy's arrest.

  Lawrence understood what Dean said, and nodded unwillingly.

  He was so angry, not because he had a lot of affection for Daisy, but because he was simply showing loyalty to his colleagues who had been with him for a long time.

  As for Dean not being as eager as Lawrence, it's not that he is not loyal, but that he secretly has a relationship with the new Deputy Chief of the Police Department Henk.

  Even if Kamasi, the new director of the FBI branch, doesn't give face.

   At that time, Dean can also find out about Daisy through the line of Deputy Director Henk.

  The key now is to solve the case.

  He has a hunch.

   This cruel serial murder case is not really over yet!

  Old Hunter brought the words and left in a hurry.

  Dean and Lawrence also controlled their emotions and returned to the cellar.

   While Dean and the others were chatting, Holz and his colleagues had already divided up the entire cellar with warning tapes, divided up the work, and surveyed the scene.

  Someone was trying to get samples of the liquid from the freezer, someone was squatting on the ground to check every inch of the ground, Holz looked up at the five slightly scary corpses above his head, and frowned deeply.

  Dean walked beside him: "How about it, do you see how these people died? I'm curious how the murderer fixed these corpses here with a few big iron nails."

  Holtz is a professional forensic doctor, well-informed, and may have seen similar killing techniques.

   Heard Dean's inquiry.

  Holtz twisted his sore neck, and instead of answering Dean's question directly, he asked instead: "Dean, do you know the real cause of death for the more than 20 people who were hanged up before?"

   "Suffocation!"

Dean's mind flashed through the pictures he had seen before, redrawing each frame, and finally gave an affirmative answer: "Although I didn't take off the corpses to examine them carefully, I noticed that the facial muscles of the dead were stretched and stiff. There is no secondary strangulation mark on the neck, so it is suspected that they have been injected with some kind of anesthetic before being hung up, which caused the facial muscles to become rigid."

  Normal hanged dead, most of the muscles on the face are distorted and hideous, the lips are pulled up to expose the gums, the tongue sticks out, and with the rigor, the hideous appearance is maintained for a day or two.

  But the more than 20 corpses that formed the sky-high hanging before, are not like this.

  That's why Dean suspected that those people had been injected with drugs before they were hung up, which is why this abnormal situation occurred.

  Holtz gave Dean a thumbs up directly:

   "Your inference is correct.

  We found excess muscle-hardening agents in the bodies of those who died.

  The murderer was very cruel. Under the action of the potion, the dead were in a petrified state before they were hung up.

  They can only watch themselves and their companions being hung up, feeling the suffocation filling their own perception a little bit, feeling the coming of death a little bit, it is a kind of physical and mental torture.

  In fact, even if the dead were not hung up, they would lose their breathing function due to the excessive dose of medicine, causing them to suffocate themselves to death. "

   said.

Holz pointed to the five corpses above his head: "It should be the same here. Under normal circumstances, the fixed contact area of ​​the iron nails is so small that the flesh and blood of the human body cannot support and fix the body of hundreds of kilograms without falling, unless these corpses are similar Boards, plaster, things like that, can I give you some hints?"

   After listening to Holz's prompt, Dean's eyes widened slightly.

  What method can make the flesh and blood become similar to wood and plaster?

  Dean glanced at the freezer full of unknown frozen liquid, hesitantly asked: "Freeze?"

  The problem is that there is no trace of freezing on the surface of the corpse.

But Holz nodded: "Yes, but it's not the freezing we know, but injection freezing. Dean, you should know that our human body contains a lot of liquid. Some medicines, after being injected into the human body, are It can directly condense all the tissue fluid of the human body without dissection, and it is difficult to see from the outside."

  His eyes are solemn:

   "This method of killing is similar to the previous muscle stiffening potion.

  Before death, the deceased's perception will be greatly improved, and he can feel the disappearance of his body parts a little bit. It's as if he never had that part of the body.

  I have only heard of this method, and this is the first time I have seen it.

  Dean, if I'm not mistaken, there probably isn't any blood left at the scene.

  You're really in big trouble this time. "

   This is not an ordinary murderer. Holz felt that Dean had encountered a hard stubble this time, and might capsize.

  Boom boom boom~

   Noisy voices sounded from the cellar.

   Several strong security guards took tools with bitter faces, and took down the big iron nails of the five corpses on the cellar ceiling.

  The ports of those iron nails have been embedded inside the corpse.

   This process is not beautiful at all.

  These corpses were extraordinarily heavy, and the slings that were set were collapsed very tightly.

   This made Lawrence somewhat admire Holz's foresight.

  If it wasn't for Holz's proposal to put some devices like safety ropes in the air, the security guards might not be able to hold these heavy corpses that have lost their fixation with big iron nails.

  After the corpse was hung down.

Dean touched it with his hands and found that the corpse was not as hard as he imagined, but it had a sense of toughness, and the corpse itself was also somewhat swollen, but this kind of swelling was different from the puffiness caused by the body's brewing, but like cement pouring. The kind of fullness and expansion that enters the body.

  Holtz wore gloves and checked more carefully.

  The situation was more troublesome than he imagined.

He looked at Dean with some gloat: "Dude, the murderer is even crueler than I imagined. After injecting the medicine and watching these people suffocate to death, he froze them again, and finally killed them." Five unlucky guys are nailed to the ceiling, he has a strong desire for revenge, and I suspect that there is something wrong with his psychology."

   Dean rolled his eyes.

Is not this nonsensical.

  Normal people kill people, white knives go in, red knives go out, or just go away after killing. At most, they are filled with cement and dismembered.

   Few murderers have the leisure and elegance to assemble the corpse into a jigsaw puzzle after killing someone.

  This is also the reason why although Dean inferred that the murderer had killed all the enemies, his sixth sense still felt that the other party would attack again.

  The murderer may have a psychological problem.

  The other party may have been a normal person before the murder, but with the revenge step by step, he has begun to become a lunatic.

   And the thoughts of a lunatic are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

  ZiZi~

   Accompanying personnel took five corpses and evacuated the cellar.

  A large area of ​​reagent spray was sprayed in the cellar.

   A moment.

  Dean and others entered the cellar again.

  In the darkness, only dots of blue fluorescent reactions appeared on the top of the head.

  Holtz shrugged:

   "It seems that my inference is not wrong.

  The murderer did inject medicine into the dead body again.

  He is very skilled in this method, and his real identity may not be simple.

   Also, I just looked at a sample of the liquid that a co-worker took out of the freezer.

  Although it has not passed the instrument test, I am basically sure that it is the K reagent.

  This reagent is generally used in blood coagulation experiments, and the price is not cheap. If it acts on the human body, it can quickly coagulate people's blood, causing a reaction similar to catalyzing rigor.

   Gee, if the liquids in those freezers are all K reagents, then I congratulate you, Dean, this time you met a lunatic who is not short of money.

   But this is also a very crucial clue.

  K reagent is a controlled and dangerous medical drug. It is difficult to get such a large amount even on the black market. You can check this area, and you may be able to get some clues about the murderer.

  The death time of the deceased has not yet been deduced.

  But the body of the deceased swelled after death, which is a typical freeze-hardening reaction.

  The murderer must have waited for the death of the deceased, worried that the corpse would remain on the ceiling for too short a time, and then soaked and frozen the corpse for a period of time. It was only because of the effect of the reagents and the low temperature here that no obvious freezing marks were left on the surface of the corpse. "

   "Abaa aba."

  Lawrence looked at the eloquent Holz in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and wondered if he saw a short version of Dean.

   There was also a little shock in Dean's eyes.

  This guy is making progress so fast.

  Since Holz was inspired by him, his way of thinking has been significantly different from that of ordinary forensic doctors. He prefers to deduce the murderer's psychology from the traces, and then deduce the scene traces from the murderer's psychology.

  This is typical criminal investigation (crime) thinking.

  Holtz was on this before, and he was still a little immature, probably equivalent to the super low-end version of Dean.

   I haven't seen you in just a few months.

   This guy has grown into a low profile version of Dean.

  Dean is helpless. Not only does his mind turn super fast, but he also learns all kinds of survey knowledge without a teacher through the instillation of skills.

  So Holz really wants to reach Dean's level, and I'm afraid there is no hope in this life.

   Seeing the two people was shocked.

  Holtz had a serious face, and he had already started laughing triumphantly in his heart.

   It is not in vain to hold back my breath and crazily enrich myself, work hard, and spend so much talking.

   Finally, Dean was shocked.

  This feeling is 10,000 times more exciting than playing poker!

He pretended to pat Dean and Lawrence on the shoulders, and said calmly: "Okay, I will give you a reminder. I will confirm the death time of the deceased with my colleagues as soon as possible. I will leave it to you. Pay attention." Safety."

   After finishing speaking, Holz turned and left.

  Dean and Lawrence looked at each other, speechless.

  Damn it.

   It was installed for him.

"Let's go, Dean, to investigate the K reagent. Didn't you ask that FBI chick to investigate the capital flow of Chinese medicine? Daisy has already checked it before, and she hasn't moved at all. Just let this matter go. Leave it to her."

   Lawrence suggested.

  Dean nodded: "Daisy was taken away by the SWAT people, and now this is the only way to go."

  (end of this chapter)

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