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

The current police and FBI have only a severed hand for the ogre.

Want to find the ogre.

It is necessary to find out who the owner of the severed hand is?

Why does a severed hand appear in the trash can on the commercial street?

These two points can help the police pinpoint the range and movements of the cannibals.

It is worth noting.

The trash cans in the commercial street here are surrounded by many restaurants and restaurants, and there are often leftover food in them, so the homeless people are diligent in digging through them.

According to the monitoring of the street corner.

Merck might be rewarded.

When Dean was about to leave for get off work.

The people from the identification department finally arrived.

Merck stepped forward to communicate with them.

After Dean greeted the patrolmen like Bald Hawk, he slipped away.

the next day.

After enjoying Sheila's breakfast, Dean drove his bulletproof Humvee towards the police station ostentatiously.

nine in the morning.

Just arrived downstairs in the office.

I saw Merck, a senior FBI agent yesterday, squatting at the elevator entrance, his eye sockets sunken and blackened, and there were cigarette butts all over the floor.

When he saw Dean, his tired eyes lit up.

"Inspector Dean, you're here!"

Dean was a little puzzled: "Agent Merck? You are?"

Merck showed embarrassment on his face: "I need your help, Inspector Dean!"

Dean was even more puzzled: "Dude, am I not helping you?"

"The case of the ogre has become troublesome!"

Merck throws away the cigarette butt:

"The severed hand that was discovered last night was posted online by the onlookers.

Someone broke the news about what the ogre demon had committed before.

Although the colleagues in the Internet Investigation Section dealt with those few posts, they still attracted the attention and random speculation of Los Angeles netizens. "

Dean frowned:

"There is a problem with that.

Even the vagabond who found the broken hand only knew that it was human remains, and those onlookers should not know that it was the work of the ogre. "

"Yes!", Merck nodded a little bored, expressing his inferred approval of Dean:

"I suspect this is a provocation from the ogre demons.

He wants to show his presence in Los Angeles.

It's even more troublesome.

Yesterday, my partner and I wanted to check the monitoring on the street corner, but found that neither the surrounding shops nor the monitoring on the street corner covered the location of the trash can.

We have no way of knowing who the person who abandoned the severed hand was! "

Merck is under a lot of pressure right now.

It doesn't matter that a cannibal shows up in Los Angeles.

The problem is this guy committed a crime.

It's okay to commit a crime.

Because under normal circumstances, this case could have let the police department take the blame first.

But because of my partner's recklessness yesterday, the Los Angeles branch didn't even report the case to the police and detectives, and it was directly thrown to the FBI.

Early this morning.

Merck was scolded by his immediate boss, saying that if the ogre continued to be arrogant, then he, who was in charge of this case, would be ready to take the blame.

This makes the middle-aged Merck very distressed.

He doesn't want to be unemployed in middle age.

When Dean heard this, thoughts flashed in his eyes.

Severed hands, out of monitoring, the first time netizens broke the news.

Logically.

This is a cannibal demon, preparing to appear in front of people and revealing his existence to his followers.

But when Dean heard it, he discovered the problem.

He looked up at Merce, who looked tired, and said with a smile, "It should be the next day that you followed the ogre to this side, right?"

Merck nodded:

"To be precise, today is the third day.

We received information earlier that there was a woman who was meeting an ogre at the XX bar in Los Angeles.

Locating by communication.

My companion and I finally found the hotel where Detective Dean and you lived before.

The woman booked a room at the hotel, but didn't show up.

It turned out that my idiot companion misheard the room number.

after that.

Detective Dean, you should know. "

talking.

Merck took out a document: "This is the woman's information. Her identity is a bit special, so we have only monitored her now, but have not directly summoned her."

Dean took the file and shrugged: "You are too tired, go to the conference room of our Fourth Squadron, the coffee tastes good there, it can refresh you."

Fourth Squadron Office.

Lawrence and Harry couldn't help being stunned when they saw Merck following Dean.

They pulled Dean aside: "Man, isn't this the FBI agent who had a conflict with us before?"

"Yes, remember their excuse?"

Harry is a better drinker, and he still remembers roughly: "They seemed to be tracking a perverted ogre, and they were so stupid that they found the wrong room, and ended up conflicting with us."

Curiosity flashed across his black face: "Could it be that a case of cannibalism really happened?"

"Well, just last night, when a homeless man was rummaging through the trash, he found a broken hand. After inspection, there were human tooth marks on the broken hand."

Dean smiled: "I happened to be around at the time, so I called this guy."

"Dean, why did you contact them?" Harry wondered, "Wouldn't it be better for us to just steal their case and embarrass them?"

Lawrence on the side rolled his eyes: "Man, you are really an idiot. This kind of case is likely to cause public panic. Dean doesn't do this. If the branch reports to us first, the case will be difficult to solve. At that time, our Fourth Squadron will be blamed."

Dean looked at Lawrence appreciatively.

For scapegoating.

This guy is experienced and has a good sense of smell.

He is indeed the man with the best complaint record in the Los Angeles Police Department.

Simple greetings.

Dean led Merck to the conference room.

Daisy brought two cups of coffee with discerning eyes.

In front of outsiders, he gave Dean enough face.

Merck drank coffee to relieve the fatigue from a sleepless night.

Dean quickly flipped through the documents in his hand.

This is a profile of a woman who is suspected of being a follower of the ogre demon.

According to the information on the data.

The woman's name is Yuko Yamaguchi, 17 years old, Japanese descent, from a superior family.

Yuko Yamaguchi's father is the owner of a chain of Japanese food stores here, with assets exceeding tens of millions, and her mother has many relatives, all of whom are married to white employees of the Z government and members of the police force.

Among them are some well-known people.

This is why Merck felt that the other party was difficult and did not directly summon him.

Under the key surveillance of the FBI Network Investigation Section.

Yuko Yamaguchi, after discovering the 'idiot' video of the ogre demon on the dark web half a year ago, became an avid fan of the other party. She not only bought some virtual currency to support the ogre demon through special channels, but also continued to support the ogre demon. The online account sends a meeting request.

And the ogre demon also responded to her.

two days ago.

Yuko Yamaguchi asked for leave from school and asked the ogre to meet at the XX bar, but she didn't actually go to the bar, but went directly to the hotel where the three of Dean rested, got a room, and went back to the campus.

Merck and the others suspect that there is another way of contact between Yuko Yamaguchi and the ogre!

Combined with what Merck said before.

Dean had a guess.

Put away the documents.

He looked at Merck, who was drinking coffee silently: "Agent Merck, did the forensic department get anything extra from Halfhand yesterday?"

Merck took a sip of high-strength coffee and nodded: "Most of it is consistent with what you said, Inspector Dean, but the conclusion of the forensics department is more accurate."

"Based on testing.

The source of the broken palm was a male corpse that had been dead for more than 24 hours.

The deceased was about 30 years old, and there was a deep imprint of a wedding ring on his index finger. He was probably married. At the same time, colleagues from the forensic department found some green mustard between the nails on the palm of his hand.

The only pity is.

There is no information about the deceased in the database. "

"Green mustard!"

Dean confirmed his conjecture even more.

When he saw Merck, he seemed insensitive to this thing, so he reminded:

"Mustard is usually divided into yellow mustard and green mustard.

Among them, yellow mustard mainly comes from Huaguo and is developed from the seeds of mustard.

Green wasabi mainly comes from Europe and is made from the plant horseradish (wasabi). It is light yellow in itself, but it is dyed green by a dye. It has a pungent smell and is often used in Japanese cuisine for seasoning. "

Merck put down the water glass, his pupils shrank slightly: "Inspector Dean, you mean, the victim went to the grocery store before his death?"

"It may be an employee of the Japanese food store, or it may be a customer who goes to the Japanese food store to eat.

Also I must remind you.

The cannibal demon has just arrived in Los Angeles not long ago, but he can clearly understand the monitoring structure and monitoring situation of the commercial street. It must be helped by someone who is familiar with the surrounding environment.

I suggest that you focus on investigating that Yuko Yamaguchi! "

Yuko Yamaguchi's father happened to be the owner of many Japanese grocery stores in Los Angeles.

The other party is a follower of the cannibal demon.

In addition, Yuko Yamaguchi may have recently come into contact with ogre demons

The other party is very suspicious!

After Merk clarified these things, he got up and thanked Dean: "Inspector Dean, thank you very much for your help. You are the best young man I have ever seen in terms of keen clues and psychological derivation. one!"

Dean smiled faintly, and took Merck's praise lightly.

Simple touch.

He could already tell that the Merck in front of him was similar to the vice-team old Hunter, with a little level, but really just a little bit.

I don't know how he became a senior agent of the FBI.

Farewell to Merck.

Everyone in the fourth squadron immediately gathered together, their faces full of gossip.

"Dean, what did you talk to him about?

I feel that before and after he enters the conference room, he seems to be a different person, just like"

Lawrence's education level is low, and after holding back for a long time, he said vividly: "It's like a man who can't do it. He saw the savior and got redemption."

Dean gave him a thumbs up: "Lawrence, the teacher who taught you the culture class back then, knowing that you can describe it like this now, he must be very pleased."

Harry raised his eyebrows: "But Lawrence's description is indeed very accurate. I can see that agent named Merck, and you look very respectful. You convinced him."

"It's not that exaggerated. I just gave him some advice on the case of the ogre."

Dean lay comfortably on his chair and put his feet up: "While there is still time, you should discuss it first, and I will be with Lawrence when the time comes, otherwise we can only let Captain Munn assign it. "

hear this.

Harry and Robert immediately raised their hands: "Dean, I want to follow you!"

Lawrence: "."

FK!

These two bastards don't give themselves any face!

He looked at Phoebe pitifully.

Phoebe gave Laurence a sweet smile and took his hand.

Relief flashed in Lawrence's eyes.

After all, it is my girlfriend, and I still support myself.

next moment.

The scar on Phoebe's face throbbed, and she said with a smile, "Sorry, Lawrence, if possible, I would also like to follow Dean, so that at least we can save the money to buy the house earlier, instead of following you to complain."

Lawrence: "."

I don't know if it's after Christmas, and the criminals are resting.

Nothing today.

Dean was bored, so he read chemistry and biology books all afternoon.

After he got Little Mike's 'Brother Wei' formula, he didn't have the energy and time to configure it, so he simply learned the relevant knowledge by himself.

It's getting harder to level up now.

It is impossible for Dean to fully rely on the panel to improve himself.

His spiritual attribute is now as high as fifteen points, no matter what he learns, he can quickly learn and understand it.

Self-improvement is king.

Five p.m.

Dean stretched his waist and was about to leave work early to see the real estate agent he had made an appointment with.

Sudden.

A message flashed across his mind: [Assist in the detection of the cannibal case in Los Angeles, EXP +400, 17 (1600/3200)]

Merck is so efficient?

Not only did Dean not get the surprise of gaining experience points, but doubts appeared on his face.

The key is.

A 'cannibal demon' who ate an unknown number of people was arrested, why only 400 experience points?

Unscientific!

unless

This case was not committed by the ogre at all, but by imitation!

While he was thinking.

Senior FBI Agent Merck called.

Dean clicked on.

On the other end of the phone, there was a grateful voice from Merck, "Inspector Dean, because of your reminder, we have caught the ogre of 'Ken' eating the Hand, and the result is very surprising."

"Yuko Yamaguchi?"

Dean asked tentatively.

Merck: ".Yes."

He is wilting.

When chatting with smart people, it is easy to have no sense of accomplishment and low self-esteem.

Especially for an old fritter like him.

"After your prompt.

We quickly identified the Halfhand owner. "

It turns out that the owner of the Broken Palm is actually Yuko Yamaguchi's cousin.

These two people.

One is seventeen years old and still in high school.

A twenty-nine-year-old, married and had children.

After locking the identity of the other party, Merck took control of Yuko Yamaguchi for the first time, and then found the remaining remains of Yuko Yamaguchi's cousin by searching her chat records and residence.

Speaking of which.

Merck, a well-informed old detective, actually showed faint signs of nausea:

"Dean, you would never imagine how crazy this 17-year-old girl is.

After she killed her cousin, she specially bought an extra-large freezer to freeze his cousin, and prepared to dissect his body a little bit, and then 'crazy' them all!

I asked her why she did this.

she told me.

In this way, she can be with her cousin forever and ever."

Hear here.

Dean shook his head.

You don't need to guess, but you know that this is a deformed love that transcends ethics.

Thanks to the "Invincible Xiaozhuanfeng" book friend for the reward of 500 book coins, thank you boss!

Thanks for the reward from the book friends of 'Sa Sa Sunny 7791', thank you boss!

This chapter is from yesterday.

I revised it twice yesterday and couldn’t post it. The editor-in-chief is on vacation again, so I can only repost it after major revisions.