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

The scene of the crime was located in an abandoned factory.

There are large oil barrels everywhere, and there are still debris, iron picks, and wings with bones

Harry is familiar with this environment:

"This kind of factory was relocated and abandoned following the city's Z regulations in Los Angeles, and it became a gathering place for many children who did not study. They warmed up, hung out, and ate barbecue here, and it was also a place for those gangs to absorb new blood.

In fact, you can see these things in any slum. "

Dean drove the car, glanced outside the circle, frowned and said: "It looks very deserted here, probably no one has come here for a while."

"I'll figure that out!", Harry nodded.

He is very clear about his position: don't question, just make a good start, and just lie down.

outside the factory.

Two police cars stopped, and colleagues from the forensics department were inspecting an abandoned vehicle that was pitch-black.

And beyond that.

A familiar bald head was comforting a sad-looking middle-aged couple with a bitter face, as if they didn't know how to deal with each other.

The bald head is Hawke.

This guy is pretty hardworking.

Hear the sound of approaching cars.

Hawke turned his head, as if seeing a savior, and ran over: "Dean, you are finally here. This case is a bit tricky. At least I don't know how to deal with that nagging reporter."

Dean opened the car window and handed him a cigarette: "What's the specific situation?"

"The informant is a pair of occult scholars who are also well-known psychics in Los Angeles.

They reported to the police last night that their son was missing and was in danger now, but the patrolmen went over and found that his son was alive and well, so they ignored it.

As a result, they came to the police station again today and provided the address of the factory.

They know some people.

My colleague had no choice but to follow the address and prepared to perfunctory, only to find his son's burned vehicle. "

"Hey~ This can't be this couple, in order to show off their abilities, they deliberately directed and acted the show?" Harry was a little unimpressed by the magic stick.

Hawk shrugged: "I don't know yet, but they are very difficult to deal with. By knowing some people, they have been putting pressure on us, saying that his son was killed because we didn't pay attention to it yesterday."

This kind of relationship has always been the most annoying and unwilling object of these low-level patrolmen.

Fortunately, Dean is here.

Hawke knew that Dean was not used to each other.

The same is true.

Dean got out of the car, glanced at the clothes on the couple, and chuckled, "Who do they know?"

"Some people from the newspaper, and some employees from the government office." Hawk pouted: "Some rich people like to play tarot cards, psychic and other things, so let these two magic sticks get in touch with each other." Opportunity."

Hearing this, Dean shook his head: "Hawk, you are too soft. When this kind of thing can bring pressure to you at will, it shows that you are a little confused about your identity!"

finished.

Dean walked up to the couple who were insulting the policeman, and pulled away the hard-working patrolman who took Hawke's place and was sprayed with saliva all over his face: "Sorry, two, this is the scene of the crime, please keep quiet, If you have any opinions, you can go to the branch office instead of affecting the status of my colleagues here!"

The patrolman was forced to be rescued by Dean, and he showed grateful eyes to him, and Ma slipped back to the side, leaving the battlefield to Dean and the couple.

No purpose to vent.

Among them, the middle-aged woman stared wide-eyed with black eyeliner, and her two dark and plump lips collided up and down, and greeted Dean's family directly:

"FK, what son of a bitch did you get out of the eye of a bitch?"

She stretched out her slender fingers and tapped on Dean: "If my son really suffers from misfortune, I swear, I will make you sons of bitches regret coming to this world!"

hiss~

Harry, who was following Dean, saw this woman saying such things in front of Dean, covered his eyes, and gasped.

Don't want to live anymore, jump off the building!

It's easier to die like this.

Why are you messing with Dean!

Hawk also tensed up, staring at Dean's hands, for fear that Dean would draw his gun directly and kill the informant in full view.

Fortunately.

Facing the woman's humiliation, Dean just silently wiped the saliva splashed on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man next to the woman with the same unfriendly expression in a gentle tone:

"Dude, you brought this bitch out, are you sure you want to let it bark here?"

"What?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, his wife, who was dressed like a ghost, screamed out of stress, opened her hands, and grabbed Dean's face.

next moment.

An afterimage flashed by.

The woman's jaw hurt and she felt dizzy. At the same time, the whole person flew into the air lightly. When her feet were off the ground, her husband's shocked expression and the blue sky and white clouds became her last impression.

Kick the woman away.

Dean smiled faintly, and waved to Hawke: "Grab it, send it to the most expensive hospital in Los Angeles for medical treatment, sue her for blatantly attacking the detective and obstructing the case, and I suspect that she has mental problems. If the identification is not passed, it will be sent directly to a mental hospital for treatment."

"no problem!"

Hawk only felt that the unhappiness just now disappeared.

Follow Dean to do things.

It's so cool!

He immediately ordered the little police officer beside him to call the hospital ambulance.

Seeing this group of 'thugs', after knocking out his wife, they openly talked about the follow-up treatment.

The middle-aged man's liver trembled with anger.

We are the whistleblowers, the victims, and the weak!

How dare you!

Aren't these bastards afraid that this matter will be exposed and attract public condemnation?

He trembled with anger.

A look from Dean made him tremble with fright, and he didn't dare to move.

The man dodged Dean's eyes, lowered his head, his voice was no longer irritable and superior, and his attitude was no longer as arrogant as before. He said politely: "Sorry, my wife is just too worried about our son, she is not What mental illness."

"I know she just has no quality. If she wakes up and is willing to apologize to me and my colleagues, maybe the psychologist who identified her will give a suitable identification result."

After speaking, Dean stopped looking at him and walked towards the wreckage of the vehicle.

This is a relatively popular German car with a pitch-black appearance, all of which are traces of gasoline burning, but the appearance remains basically intact and there is no sign of explosion.

besides.

The edges of the vehicle are pitch black and the top is discolored.

This means that the flames were first ignited from the inside of the vehicle before spreading to the entire vehicle.

Dean looked at the tires.

Here comes the interesting one.

Although the four tires of the car have blackened marks, they are all in good condition. In addition, there are inconspicuous black tire marks on the car marks around the car.

It shows that the car became what it is now before it came here.

See here.

Dean basically concluded that this is not the first place where the car was abandoned, but the place where it was transferred. Maybe this car can still be driven.

Complete these simple clue gatherings.

He walked up to the forensics staff who were taking pictures and asked about their findings.

"Guys, what do you find?"

When a female employee saw Dean, her eyes lit up, she pushed away her colleague who was taking pictures, and raised the record book in her hand: "Inspector Dean, you are much more handsome than the rumors say."

"Thank you, but now I want to know more about what happened to this car. As for my appearance," Dean raised his eyebrows at this ordinary-looking woman with a very attractive figure: "This involves genetic issues , if there is a chance, we can find a place to study it."

"I am looking forward."

After the woman winked back, she straightened her expression and reported the situation:

"The owner of the car is definitely Azak, the informant's son.

Someone was in the car, poured gasoline, then ignited the car, and drove over here. The whole process lasted about three or four minutes.

No blood stains or other traces of possible murder were found in the car.

In fact, we didn't even extract a single fingerprint. It should be that someone cleaned up the vehicle, and finally set a fire in the car cautiously.

According to the residual traces in the car.

The only thing we can be sure of is that there was a lot of "money" in the back seat of this car.

Now they are ash, fused with the seat.

But if nothing unexpected.

Those are real money, at least the material is the same. "

Dean nodded:

"From your description, as well as my findings, it can be determined that the person who abandoned the car had enough time to take away the banknotes.

But he didn't.

I'm even more suspicious that those are counterfeit bills,

Do you have a way to identify it? "

The woman shook her head: "The burning is so thorough that there is no residue left. We can only use experience to determine that it is the dust from the burning of paper money, but if the fake money is made of the same material as the real money, we cannot pass through the dust." Verify their previous authenticity."

"Okay, I know."

Dean glanced around the car and handed the female employee his business card: "If you have any new clues, please call me as soon as possible. Even at night, you can come and report to me."

"It's all about work?"

"Yes, it's all about work!"

After a friendly and veiled agreement between a carnivorous man and woman, they bid farewell.

Harry was watching the victim's father, the middle-aged man, while chatting with his friends on the phone.

See Dean finished viewing the scene.

He just hung up the phone, walked up to Dean, and said in a low voice: "Dean, I asked a friend. Half a month ago, there were indeed many children who were not studying around here, but there were a few incidents later. disappearance case, so they changed venues."

Missing case?

Dean made a note of this, and pointed to the middle-aged man who still maintained the previous action, for fear of being caught, and then became "mentally ill": "What does this guy say?"

Harry is no idiot.

During the time he was away, he should have made inquiries.

Speaking of which.

Harry rolled his eyes: "Dean, this guy is probably out of his mind. I asked him why he knew his son's car was here. Guess what he said?"

"Spiritual revelation?"

"To be precise, it is the Revelation of the Dead!"

Harry complained:

"He said that he and his wife heard their son calling for help the night before when they were sleeping, so they called the police, and the police found his son in the bar.

Last night, they saw their son in flames with their own eyes and continued to call for help. They clearly saw the shape and name of the factory.

Finally, Hawke and the others found this place by the name of the factory. "

talking.

Harry asked suspiciously, "Dean, there aren't really traces of fat from burnt corpses in the car, are there?"

Under normal circumstances.

In this case, the reporter is directly regarded as a suspect.

Ten out of ten can catch nine right.

The other one is an insider, who just uses his dreams to provide evidence.

But when the man said these things, no matter in tone or expression, they were all too real.

So much so that Harry was a little unsure.

"You think it's possible?"

Dean was amused by Harry: "If their son's charred body is really found in the car, then what you have to do is to handcuff them directly and take them back for interrogation, instead of wondering whether there are really undead in this world !"

"Okay." Harry rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Then shall we track down the missing car owner Azak?"

"No!"

Dean pointed to Azak's father who was almost turned into a sculpture by himself: "Bring him back to our territory directly, I can guarantee that this guy knows what happened to his son."

Again.

In this kind of case, you don't need to think too much about it. First arrest the nagging caller and then interrogate them. Generally, there is nothing wrong with it.

Azak's father, he kept looking this way from the corner of his eye.

As a magic stick.

The most important thing is to observe words and expressions.

Their previous behavior seemed to be brain-dead and arrogant. In fact, looking at Hawke’s performance, you can see that that set is very good for the low-level patrol police, so that they can only endure it and have no energy to think about the information revealed in the case. .

But the couple were unlucky enough to meet Dean, an even more outrageous guy.

Mental hospital ah!

Azak's father, thinking of that place, couldn't help but feel weak in his legs.

It is precisely because they have been in contact with people from various religions and streams that they know some of the dirty things inside.

It hides the bloodiest darkness of mankind and all the bloody madness that can be found.

so.

When Azak's father saw Dean talking, he suddenly pointed at his companion.

He actually froze, and he fainted from fright.

There was a plop, and the dust kicked up.

Dean kept pointing his fingers, looked at Harry, and said with some embarrassment, "Dude, seriously, do I look so scary?"

Harry nodded sincerely: "Dean, when you stand with the bad guy, if you don't restrain yourself, I will subconsciously worry about the bad guy's personal safety."

"I do not believe!"

Dean silently took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on.

joke.

How could he be a bad person?

So many American ladies shouted to God when they were with themselves.

And God, in the hearts of the American people, represents holiness and charity.

It can be seen from this.

He Dean, not a bad guy.

Harry: "."

He looked at Dean, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with an elegant demeanor and a beastly attire. He silently walked to Azak's father, grabbed him on his shoulders, and sat in the back seat of the incoming car.

As a scumbag.

Harry is now very worried that after staying with Dean for a long time, he will evolve from a simple scumbag to a shameless scumbag.