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

Los Angeles is its own base.

Dean will not delay his foundation for the sake of momentary pleasure.

After appeasing the reluctant Neil.

He disposed of the tens of thousands of dollars of weapons he had prepared for emergencies, boarded the first plane, and rushed back to Los Angeles.

"Wow, Captain Munn, you actually came to pick up the plane in person. It seems that this case is very troublesome." Dean looked at the enthusiastic Munn and joked.

"Haha, I just read the recent news and know that there has been a big incident in New York recently. I'm just worried about your safety."

Meng En faced each other with a smile.

Because Amonte deliberately blocked and cleaned up Dean's traces on the plane, and disposed of his travel records.

So he didn't know, Dean was on that plane at the time.

Seeing Meng En's reaction, Dean felt more and more that the case might not be simple, so he rubbed his forehead: "It's okay, captain, let's talk about the case directly."

"Get in the car first, you came back in time, because of the special status of the deceased, so we still maintain traces of the scene."

in the car.

Munn briefly described the circumstances of the case:

this morning.

When a student was jogging in the morning, he found a dead body in a grove and called the police.

Because it is in the jurisdiction of the Fourth Squadron.

The case was transferred to Daisy.

Old Hunter rushed to the scene with everyone.

On the forensics department side, Holz set off with people, and then recognized the identity of the deceased at a glance.

Meng En said wearily: "The name of the deceased is Mike Smith, British nationality, 38 years old this year.

He is a psychological crime expert in the Los Angeles Forensics Division, and an honorary professor of psychology in several famous universities, and he is very prestigious in the academic circle.

If that's all, it's not too much trouble.

But he also has an identity. "

Dean lit a cigarette and asked curiously, "What identity?"

"Special advisor to the Aston family!"

Meng En helped his gold-rimmed glasses with one hand, with a melancholy tone:

"Aren't you curious about who is behind me, he is a member of this family.

The Aston family's reputation in Los Angeles is not great, and it is not as good as the previous Carmen family, but throughout California, many companies, guilds, and gangs in the basic necessities of life are actually controlled by members of their family.

If the former Carmen family was the king of Los Angeles politics, then the Aston family is the night king of Los Angeles, and they are very prestigious in the entire California.

That's why I said it was a big case, not a simple homicide. "

Dean understood in seconds.

A well-known scholar will die as soon as he dies. At most, he will put some public opinion pressure on the Police Detective Bureau.

But when this scholar is a psychological consultant of a big family, the nature changes, because he may know many secrets that are not known to outsiders.

Any family will instinctively want to find out the cause of death of the other party.

His death became a major event.

Although Dean was a little unhappy about this.

But life is not satisfactory in this world, nine out of ten.

He is still a small sapling now.

Now that he has enjoyed the protection of the other party, it is also appropriate to contribute a little bit if it is not troublesome.

Dean let out a puff of smoke: "Well, I will do my best for this case, but, captain, we don't seem to be on the route back to the police station."

Meng En smiled lightly: "Yes, we are now preparing to rush to the woods where the corpse was found."

"The crime scene discovered in the morning has not been moved yet?"

Munn shrugged: "Because I think this may be more helpful for you to solve the case."

He has a kind of confidence in Dean.

Because the case is special.

Mu En decisively asked Old Hunter and others to maintain the scene, and did not follow the procedure to bring the body back to the forensics department for autopsy.

Dean: "."

Munn told everyone in the Fourth Squadron and the Forensic Section nakedly: I only trust Dean, not you!

This is the whole thing.

now.

Grove.

Under several searchlights, it is like daytime.

A group of old men squatted in a corner, puffing clouds and playing cards with gusto, without the slightest worry or discomfort of waiting.

"FK!"

Harry, who was unlucky, threw away the cards in his hand, and looked depressedly at Holz, who was happily collecting money: "Dude, you are lucky today. Speaking of which, where are your two little assistants?"

"Going back to school for further studies." Holz looked at Harry like a turkey: "They are just here for temporary internships, and they will officially enter the job. We need to wait for them to graduate, and"

He took a puff of cigarette sadly and lay down, even the happiness brought by winning money was a little less.

"And what?" Old Hunter, who was yawning at first, regained his energy.

Relying on his intuition as a police detective for many years, he felt that there was a tragic and touching story hidden in it.

Holz glanced at the old fritters, and said listlessly:

"Besides, they have already changed into the shape of Dean, so don't think about having some or not.

You will never guess, I asked them why they were willing to break up with Dean, a scumbag, and how did they answer me! "

"Tell me."

Harry, old Hunter, and Robert, who had just returned from releasing the water, said in unison.

Gossip eats melons.

Regardless of gender.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Holz let the ashes fall on his feet, and pointed at Harry:

"They said they didn't want to go to work for a day and ask for a day of sick leave!

FK, those are two women!

I absolutely can't believe that someone's fighting power is so fierce!

This guy, Dean, definitely has a problem.

I even suspected that he was the reincarnation of a donkey, or that he had a donkey whip transplanted. When he dies in the line of duty one day, I will definitely apply to help him dissect it myself. "

Dean who just got out of the car and walked over: "."

Fuck!

The four old men huddled together, not talking about women, but talking about their own...big brothers?

When did the Fourth Squadron get so angry!

Holz spoke vigorously, but did not see the three of Harry, who looked at him with pity.

He just wanted to continue to vent his dissatisfaction, but a strong and powerful hand covered his rather barren 'Bigu'.

Holz shrank his legs and stiffened.

Dean stood behind him and said with a smile, "Tell me, Holz, the environment here is so good, do you want to try the next step to the happiness of the stomach?"

Simple and loud.

Dean's expression changed: "The captain is on the way, and he has already told me what happened. Now start to investigate the scene and solve this case as soon as possible. When the time comes, I will invite everyone to the best strip club in Los Angeles!"

A few hard-working patrolmen on the side bravely shouted: "Inspector Dean, including us?"

"Of course." Dean habitually bribed people and said, "Haven't you heard a sentence? When you stand with Inspector Dean, then congratulations, you will gain money, credit, and women! Because there is no The case can block his eyes!"

Anyway, no one has heard of it.

Starting today, there is.

That's why Harry and the others didn't complain to Dean because of Captain Munn's arrangement.

In the previous subtle influence, they had already recognized Dean's ability and status in their hearts, and subconsciously regarded him as the leader.

And this kind of subtle influence has begun to spread to the surrounding sub-bureaus.

Because Holz immediately recognized the identity of the deceased.

So the scene of the crime was blocked in time.

With everyone.

After Dean put on his equipment and entered the circled crime scene, he didn't approach the corpse immediately, but observed the surroundings.

From far to near, from left to right, all the surrounding information, as if digitized, is presented in Dean's mind and categorized.

Seeing him standing still, Holz asked curiously, "Dean, what are you looking at?"

"Listening to the feedback that nature gives me."

Dean pointed to the fallen leaves of different shades around: "Have you seen those traces? This means that people often come and go in this area, especially under the big tree where the deceased was. Within three days, I stood still and trembled for a long time."

Everyone followed the traces of Dean's finger and turned their heads in bewilderment.

Even Holz, a senior forensic doctor, shrugged and said weakly: "Sorry, I can only see that there are many footprints here, but I can't see how long they were left, and I can't deduce what they are doing here. "

Dean rolled his eyes: "Didn't you notice the small umbrellas around the footprints? Look at those footprints that obviously exceed the normal length of the soles of the feet. It's clear that someone is holding a big tree and being exported from behind."

Having said that, everyone was stunned.

Especially Harry, with a wretched face: "By the way, there is a university nearby, and the people who found the body were students who came out of the school for a morning jog. These young people, who are full of hormones, like to exercise in this kind of place for stimulation. "

Dean ignored Harry, who was playing tricks, and after collecting the information around him, he quickly walked to the corpse and started to look at it.

The name of the deceased was Mike Smith.

He was supposed to be a psychology expert and professor who would be looked at with respect wherever he went, but his current appearance was quite miserable.

He lowered his head, and his whole body was professionally tied up with hemp rope, similar to a certain country's performance art, presenting a kneeling stiff posture as a whole.

At the end of the rope is the big tree above the head.

Someone used a block of pulleys to hang him here, then tied him into his current appearance, and threw him on the ground.

The surface of the corpse was covered with scars, and the calf on the ground was pierced by two slender steel bars, connected to the ropes on the tree, fixing him into his current appearance.

Dean examined the scars on Mike Smith's body carefully.

There were more than 50 large and small marks, all of which were not big wounds but with deep bone visible, and there were traces of treatment to stop bleeding around them.

And under these scars, there are countless old scars, large and small.

This kind of trace, Dean has only seen on some tough bones that are often interrogated.

besides.

On Mike Smith's body surface, there are large patches of bruised purple in flakes.

This is the congestion caused by the rope being tied for too long.

This kind of symptom can only appear on living people, and it will leave such traces after death.

This means that when the deceased was alive, he was placed in this shape.

Dean stroked his chin.

No wonder Meng En regarded this murder as a major case.

Because the first reaction of anyone who saw the corpse was that someone tortured Mike Smith.

It is estimated that Munn regarded the murderer as an enemy of the Aston family.

But Dean has a different opinion.

From the death posture of the deceased, he felt the taste of venting hatred.

This is a vendetta!

However, more information is needed.

Dean completed the basic visual inspection, squatted down, and began to check Mike Smith's limbs.

The ten fingers of both hands are bent, and there are indentations on the knuckles, which means that this guy's knuckles are only connected by the skin, and the inside has become an independent existence.

Such a neat indentation seems to be caused by a blunt instrument, which is difficult to achieve with pure human power.

The lower legs of both feet are pierced by steel bars.

There are not many muscles in the calf, and most of them are composed of skin membrane and bone.

Without looking, one can know that the steel bars directly penetrated Mike Smith's calf muscles and bones, pinning him to the ground.

The top of the steel bar has diffuse indentation, which is caused by mechanical forging.

This kind of machinery is generally very heavy.

But the strange thing is that there are no traces of machines being dragged around.

Dean took this doubt to heart and raised Mike Smith's drooping head.

A face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling appeared in everyone's eyes.

Harry had weird eyes, and muttered, "This guy can still laugh after being treated so miserablely. Is he a masochist?"

Holz on the side gave him a blank look: "See the little dot on his face? That's a paper clip. Someone used a paper clip to fix his expression like this!"

Dean nodded in agreement: "Holtz is right. This technique is not easy. The person who does it is absolutely proficient in the structure of the human body. Maybe he also has certain attainments in plastic surgery."

Mike Smith's eyes widened, combined with a half-smile expression, giving off a weird sense of fanaticism.

Dean looked down carefully.

Around the eyelids of the deceased, there were traces of solidified glue.

In order to force him to see something he didn't want to see, the murderer kept the deceased's eyes open.

This is convenient for Dean's observation.

The death time of the other party is more than 12 hours from now, the crystals have become cloudy and spread, the whites of the eyes are almost gone, and all are occupied by the eyes.

Looking at it for a long time, people feel a sense of fear and evil for no reason.

But for a pervert like Dean who has been sleeping in a pile of corpses since he was a child, this is not even an appetizer.

He noticed that Mike Smith's cornea had burn marks.

This is the damage caused by ultraviolet rays to the cornea, which generally occurs in snow blindness patients.

But Los Angeles is now in the cold season of January, with short periods of sunshine and mostly gloomy weather, so even if the deceased's eyelids were shaped with glue, there shouldn't be such severe burn marks.

Unless, he has been exposed to strong light for a long time!

This method is generally used to extract confessions by torture.

Dean stood up, looked at the professional knots on the dead body, the painful but not fatal wounds, and the professionally fixed facial expressions, lost in thought.

According to clues.

The murderer is a professional criminal who extracts confessions. He is very familiar with human body tissue and punishment methods, and has had grievances with the deceased, so he spent a lot of thought on torturing the deceased.

But there was one thing Dean couldn't figure out.

Why did the other party put the deceased in a half-kneeling posture?

The more you do, the more mistakes you make!

Professionals, in general, seldom make unnecessary moves, because it means that they are more likely to leave clues.

If this doubt can be clarified, maybe the case will find an accurate idea!

Robert, who was making soy sauce at the side, kicked the fallen leaves under his feet boredly.

In fact, he also wanted to learn something from Dean.

But he stared at it for a long time, but he didn't see what Dean was observing.

Robert had to admit that some things are just like mathematics. If you don’t know it, you won’t know it.

Same goes for old Hunter.

In the past, these things were handed over to the forensics department for investigation.

At most, they collected some traces, and then focused their energy on investigating the identity of the deceased, surrounding relationships, conflicts, and so on.

Dean directly grabbed Holz's job, and he was undoubtedly a freak detective.

He was about to drag Robert out to smoke a cigarette, when his lowered head suddenly shrank, and he pulled Robert away: "Hey, there seems to be something down here!"

I saw the fallen leaves kicked away by Robert, and the color of the soil was obviously different from the surrounding area.

No matter how stupid old Hunter was, he knew that there was something buried here.

His exclamation attracted the attention of Dean and the others.

Dean saw the soil under Robert's feet, then looked at the direction where the corpse was kneeling, and his eyes lit up: "Take tools and dig!"

Not long.

A half-rotten, mutilated dog corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Holding back the stench, Holz put his fingers into the jelly-like dog carcass and pulled it twice, affirming: "This is an Akita dog. According to the texture, I can only determine the time of the dog's death, which is more than half a month old. , because of the temperature, the corpse is not completely decomposed."

Dean added: "It was tortured to death. You can see some marks on it, do they look like marks on Mike Smith!"

Old Hunter licked his chapped lips, and said hesitantly: "Dean, you mean, because Mike Smith killed a dog, he was tortured and killed in the same way?"

Dean nodded: "Combined with Mike Smith being fixed to kneel in this direction, there is a high possibility. Don't forget, he is an expert in psychology. Generally, people who have studied to this level have something wrong with their psychology."

What is psychology?

The study of psychology.

When learning this subject, unconscious thinking is always substituted into it.

Therefore, generally the more abnormal, the easier it is to achieve outstanding achievements in this subject, and the higher the achievement, the easier it is to become abnormal.

Complement each other.

Harry felt a little regretful when he heard this: "It's a pity that Lawrence is not here, otherwise he would have the most say. After all, he has an ex-wife who is a psychiatrist."

"Isn't that good, at least it protects your poor little Pp."

Dean laughed, clapped his hands, and asked Holz to take his colleagues to pack up all the traces that could be found, such as the corpse, the pulley block on the tree, etc., and prepared to take them back for further study.

There are not many people who raise Akita dogs here.

Then consider that the killer probably knew Mike Smith.

There is also the basic direction of exploration.

Today I finally recovered 10,000 words.

Work harder tomorrow and get back to the state as soon as possible!

Good night!