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

outside.

A man with a stooped back, wearing the kind of leather apron that hangs around his neck that butchers like to wear, and fifteen or six strong middle-aged women stood loosely in two rows.

I saw the three of Dean walking out of Mrs. Haas's house.

The stooped man just wanted to go up to say hello.

Suddenly.

Among the three, the strong and strong Robert walked into the room again.

There was a change in front of him, and he wanted to stop it.

Dean stood in front of the man, looking at him curiously: "Are you Arthur?"

The smell of this man is so familiar and nostalgic.

The hunched man raised his head, his brown eyes were like those of a hanged man, and he looked at him: "Yes, Mrs. Haas said, you are from the fire department. Sorry, I know them very well, but I have never met you. Need to see your credentials."

He felt the same kind of breath from Dean.

The way the other party looked at people was the kind of indifference that he couldn't detect but never concealed, just like the kind of indifference that a living person looks like a pile of rotten meat.

This is the look inadvertently shown by someone who has been in contact with corpses for a long time!

Trouble is coming!

Arthur took a step back subconsciously, his hands already touched his dirty leather skirt cover.

Dean didn't seem to see his movements, and smiled gently: "We were just transferred from Las Vegas to help with the research, so the results obtained are more accurate.

Now that you're all here, I happen to show my ID. "

As he spoke, he put his hand into his bosom.

Dean played it so naturally.

Arthur almost thought that the feeling just now was his own illusion. He stretched out his hand under the leather apron and took it back.

next moment.

A black muzzle was aimed at him.

Arthur stared dumbfounded at Dean in front of him, reached out from his arms, and directly pulled out a pistol to aim at himself, his lips twitched twice, and remained silent.

damn thing!

Don't talk about Wude!

"As long as you move, I will break your hands and feet." Dean smiled and looked at Arthur who was stunned, very satisfied with his increasingly excellent acting skills.

The group of strong female helpers subconsciously exclaimed when they saw what was in front of them, and they all backed away.

Good research.

Why did you draw the gun?

Harry, who was behind Dean, took the opportunity to take out his police detective card: "Los Angeles police detective, there is a murder case here, please cooperate."

"FK!"

Hearing this, Arthur felt no luck anymore, his hunched back straightened instantly, his hands also reached into the leather apron that looked like a butcher, and he took out a boning knife.

next moment.

bang~

Several bullets shot out from Dean's waist in a row, and hit Arthur's hands, feet, limbs and joints at close range, and this seemingly old man was beaten back again and again, limp on the ground like a dead dog. land.

turn out to be.

Except for the right hand aimed at Arthur's gun.

There was another pistol hanging on Dean's waist, without even taking out the holster, with a slight twist of his left hand, four bullets were fired.

"Wow."

Harry watched this scene adoringly: "Dude, when did you learn the American Iaido continuous shooting, I almost thought you only fired one shot from the sound!"

He knows the goods.

The technique used by Dean was exactly the American style of continuous shooting that he liked the most during the decisive battle of the revolver masters in the past: through the holster, shoot instantly!

In the past, this method needed to constantly move the magazine of the revolver to speed up the shooting, so that the enemy could empty the magazine of the revolver instantly before drawing out the gun.

The only flaw.

That is, unless muscle memory is formed.

Otherwise, before the bullet kills the enemy, it is more likely to hit the sole of the shooter's foot first.

The automatic pistol used by Dean saves one step. It shoots faster, but it is also more dangerous. If you are not careful, it is equivalent to shooting yourself in the waist and thigh.

Also for this reason.

There are not many people who still learn this technique.

Facing Harry's admiring little eyes, Dean chuckled, and pulled the trigger again under his horrified eyes, the right hand pistol that acted as a shock.

The blazing ballistic trajectory burned shallow dead skin, and it flew past Harry's cheek.

As soon as the two female helpers took out their pistols, they were pierced through the heads by 11.43mm bullets and fell to the ground staggeringly.

The female helper next to her was splattered with blood from the headshot, and she was stunned in shock.

Harry touched his cheeks that were still burning, then turned his head to look at the female helpers lying on the ground and the pistols beside them, and finally realized what happened.

"FK, all squat down with your heads in your hands, don't move!"

He took out his pistol and roared excitedly at the remaining female helpers.

If it weren't for Dean's quick response.

I've just been screwed up!

"Ah~"

The rest of the frightened female helpers finally came to their senses, embraced each other, screamed in terror, and squatted down tremblingly.

Boom~

The wooden door inside the house was also knocked open.

Robert held guns in both hands, looked outside nervously in a standard quick-sight posture.

He had just entered when he heard gunshots.

See Dean and Harry safe and sound.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death, I thought you were shot."

"No one can shoot me head-on!" Dean blew on the steaming muzzle of his gun, pointed at the group of people and said, "Before the reinforcements arrive, you and Harry, watch out for these people, especially this one who is The little cutie wriggling on the ground, I hope he's still alive when I come out."

"No problem, do you need to search?"

"If you want to eat the tofu of those strong women, go ahead. My suggestion is, whoever puts his hand down, shoot him dead, and then go search!"

Dean pushed Robert away and walked into Mrs. Haas's house again.

Go out - shoot - go in.

It all happened too fast.

It was less than two or three minutes before and after.

This kind-hearted old lady was trembling and clearing away the untouched water glasses on the coffee table, as if she hadn't realized what the gunshots were going on outside.

"Hello, ma'am, we meet again." Dean walked up to the old lady and sat down, holding a pistol that still smelled of gunpowder, like a person dangling with a toothpick.

Mrs. Haas looked at the gun in Dean's hand with some fear, subconsciously stepped back, but fell on the sofa behind her, and the water glass in her hand fell to the ground, getting wet.

"Sir, did you shoot just now?"

"Yes, ma'am, your Mr. Arthur, the smell of bones is too obvious, and you still want to shake hands with me, I can't hold it back!"

"You killed him?" Mrs. Haas's eyes widened, making it hard to tell whether it was surprise or joy.

"Why did you kill him?" Dean took out a cigarette and lit it: "You are an old woman, and you probably can't maintain such a large-scale slaughterhouse. Tell me, who is the person behind you? I am short of credit recently!"

Before coming to Mrs. Hass.

Dean only wanted to take care of Mrs. Haas, finish the case of Howard's attack, collect 500 experience points, and upgrade to another level.

In this way, he can improve his spiritual attributes.

Never imagined.

As soon as Dean arrived in the area, he smelled a familiar smell.

That is the special smell that the bones emit when they are crushed into powder and slag, and then fermented: the smell of pork ribs in the stench

This special taste is mixed in the fragrance of flowers.

Most people really can't tell the difference.

At this time, Dean was just a little suspicious.

Because bone meal itself is a good flower fertilizer and can even be used to feed animals, there are powdered raw materials made from animal bones on the market.

Some people from the farm sometimes make it themselves.

Bone meal fertilizer is generally off-white and insoluble in water.

There are two ways to use it.

One is to mix it into the soil after fermenting, which will have a long effect and save worry and effort, and it will not leave large gray and white scabs on the surface of the soil, and there will be no strange bone meal that remains after brewing. taste.

One is to mix bone meal and water and shake it well, and water it on both sides of the flowers and plants.

Although this method saves worry and effort, it will make the smell of bone meal fermented very strong. It may also burn the rhizomes of flowers and plants, cause the plants to die, and finally leave traces on the soil surface.

The situation here with Mrs. Haas is a bit weird.

Dean noticed.

On the surface of the flowers and plants, there are no gray-white scabs, which means that the bone meal was fermented and then filled under the soil for use.

But the persistent and strong stench of hairy smell mixed with the scent of flowers, though light, couldn't escape his sensitive nose.

This situation should not happen.

unless

There are too many bone meal buried in the ground!

There are too many flowers and plants to absorb, and the soil can't cover it!

It is not normal for such a large area of ​​flowers and plants to be greened.

So when Dean bid farewell to Mrs. Haas, he deliberately asked: Why are the flowers and plants here so lush? Is there any special fertilizer.

Mrs. Haas replied very funny: I am too old, others are responsible, but I don’t know.

This is impossible!

Not to mention the strange smell of the bone meal before it was buried in the soil after brewing, or the movement of someone burying things around her house, this old lady who installed cameras in front and back of the house couldn't hide it.

The other party is playing stupid!

At this time, Dean, a person with a dark mind, already had a guess.

So he told Robert to keep an eye on Mrs. Haas and prepare to take Harry to continue the verification!

Then Dean meets Arthur!

The smell on the other party made him familiar.

That guy, is a scavenger!

This is not the familiarity of temperament, but the familiarity of smell.

Because of their professional relationship, scavengers often need to use various methods to clean up traces and dispose of corpses.

The reason for frequent contact with these things.

No matter how much you wash it, the smell of those special medicines will remain on your body.

The longer you do it.

That smell, like pickling, is more difficult to get rid of!

That's why Dean shot so decisively!

He has already affirmed that there are unimaginable sins buried underground in this beautiful 'paradise'.

Dean looked at Mrs. Haas, who was indiscernible in surprise, with burning eyes, waiting for her reaction.

He had a hunch.

This is a shocking case.

I have made a fortune this time, maybe the panel can be upgraded several levels in a row!

Mrs. Haas was a little stunned.

until a few minutes later.

She just raised her head, gracefully rolled up the messy hair on her forehead: "You look very young, with careful observation and decisive actions, and you will definitely have a good future in the future, so I don't recommend you to delve into it. The water is very deep here."

"My swimming skills are very good, I am not afraid of water!"

"You are very confident, but what about your family?" Mrs. Haas smiled lightly: "Actually, I have hated this kind of crime a long time ago, but for the sake of Deren and Aluski, I can only continue. Tell a story."

It will take at least half an hour for a large group of people to come here.

There is plenty of time.

Dean nodded: "Just to pass the time."

In Mrs. Haas' narrative.

Dean saw the evil of power:

Because of her birth, Mrs. Haas has experienced all kinds of betrayals since she was a child, and she has seen all kinds of realities in the world, so she finally set her sights on the old man's social security money.

By social security money.

She finally became a celebrity at the time, and sponsored many potential figures, and gained a certain social status.

If you walk a lot at night, you will always meet ghosts.

Some elderly people found that their social security payments had been reduced, and things were exposed.

It was about to end.

An adult took action and helped her suppress the matter.

The big shot helped settle Mrs. Haas's troubles, and made her "career" stronger and stronger, without any worries

people die.

Regarding the social security fund, no elderly people will find it abnormal.

Doesn't this mean that there is no worries at home!

Shortly after.

Mrs. Haas owns a lush garden and green forest, and several elderly apartments where residents rotate diligently. The food is also much better. You can often see stewed meat

"I am very distressed that things will develop to this point." The kind little old lady lit a lady's cigarette:

"I know that when things come out one day, I'm the perfect scapegoat, blowing the news and covering up the deeper stuff.

But for Deren and the others, I have no choice. "

After listening to the long story.

Dean was silent.

He always thought that he had seen the depths of darkness, but he was beaten in the face again and again.

The darkness under people's gaze is far beyond the limit of imagination.

Mrs. Hass nodded her finger and shook off the soot. Her originally rosy face had turned pale: "Cough it out. If you stay here any longer, you will bring hidden dangers to the safety of your family."

Dean stared.

He realized that there was something wrong with the other party's cigarettes!

The big man behind this has a lot of experience points.

How could Dean be willing to give up.

The point is, Mrs. Haas was right.

For that kind of inhuman thing, I have already intervened in it, no matter whether the other party doubts or doubts that I know the truth of the matter, it is a trouble.

That being the case.

It's better to strike first, kill it!

He leaned close to Mrs. Haas's ear and whispered: "Tell that person's name, or I will send your family down to accompany you, I swear!"

Mrs. Haas: ? ? ?

Her pale face became even paler.

Mrs. Haas couldn't believe it, the words of a young detective who fell silent after hearing her story!

The other party actually threatened me with an old woman who was about to burp!

Inhuman!

Dean got up and tidied up his clothes: "Tell me, are you sure he won't kill your family to prevent the risk of leakage? Arthur should be the person arranged by the other party, right? Take a step back and think about those under your feet. Uneasy dead soul, don't you want to redeem yourself for your crimes before you die?"

His words pierced Mrs. Haas's heart like a knife.

Black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, she collapsed on the sofa, and said a name in an almost inaudible voice.

Dean's ears moved slightly, and after writing down the name, he left the room without looking back.

next moment.

A message popped up in his mind: [Station murder attempt solved, experience value +300]

Mrs. Haas is dead.

All the murderers involved in the attack on Howard were wiped out, and the case was solved.

The case took Dean two days.

running in and out.

Many brain cells died.

In the end, three hundred experience points were obtained.

It's not worth it.

But Dean didn't care either.

This is just an appetizer.

Dinner is tonight.

PS:

These are free word counts and are not counted in the text.

In order to avoid everyone saying that I am hydrology.

I put the detailed story told by Mrs. Hass on the top of the work-related novel catalog - Mrs. Hass's character notes.

A total of 2,000 words.

The title also features Mrs. Haas.

Interested book friends can go to search.

Considering that this chapter belongs to the conclusion of a small case.

It was sent out in advance.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, there are still two consecutive chapters.

As for adding more

It should still be posted at night.