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

corpses, explosions.

When these elements are presented in front of your eyes.

Dean knew they were a step too late.

Or.

When they knew about this black workshop, they were destined to only see this scene.

The wind and fire are frightening.

Standing at the front of the car, Dean let the scorching wind blow across his cheeks, his red eyes were slightly narrowed by the firelight, and he murmured: "There is an inside ghost tipping the news!"

It all happened by coincidence and urgency.

There must be external forces affecting all of this!

"Holtz, long time no see."

Dean looked at the firefighters who rushed over, smoking and laughing, and did not enter the fire at all, and greeted the thin man beside him who was checking the corpse.

Holz didn't raise his head, and muttered, "After you went to the branch office, I felt much more relaxed. Lawrence is not as efficient in solving cases as you are, and I don't have to stay up all night every day."

before coming.

He had a hunch that Dean was here.

After all, the scene is a little bigger.

This guy won't be absent.

"Dean, the body is fresh.

The time of this person's death should be when you came here.

He used a special rope gear to wrap around his neck, and with the inertia of his body falling, he cut off his own neck in an instant. As long as the inertia was strong enough, the other party would not even feel any pain before death.

Because of his nerves, disconnected at that moment. "

After examining the corpse, Holz thought to himself.

Dean showed curiosity on his face: "Why do you conclude that the other party committed suicide?"

"Because of this." Holz took out a prepared letter from the jacket pocket of the headless dead man, and looked at Dean with a smile: "Dean, this is not your style, under normal circumstances, before we arrive, You have finished examining the body!"

"Because this inspection is meaningless."

Dean glanced at the letter that Holtz took out, and smiled dismissively: "I guess it's probably something like a confession, it's meaningless."

Do the math.

His sister Sinclair, this afternoon, while playing in the amusement park, while playing the ring game, accidentally got tricked. As a result, in the evening, the whole family of the man who set up the stall was wiped out.

this means.

The person behind it, before Miemen set up a stall man, did not guess that the police would find out about this matter so quickly, so they did Miemen.

But alas.

Fate brought them to meet Dean.

Dean guessed.

When they discovered the Miemen incident, the people behind got the news and notified the black workshop as soon as possible, which led to them rushing to the black workshop. The warehouse where the black workshop was located was directly bombed, and the unidentified The corpse also committed suicide in front of them.

So this ghost, is it easy to find out?

It's hard!

There are too many internal personnel involved: police officers from the sub-bureau, inquiries from the surrounding area, family, relatives and friends of the director of the amusement park, people from the forensic department, and other people from the sub-bureau

If you want to investigate this kind of case, the most important point is to find out the source and sale of those drugs.

These figured out.

After that, things will be solved easily!

Now, the identity of the headless corpse needs to be clarified first.

The head of the headless corpse, because it was crushed and dragged by the wheels, apart from tooth wear, hair color, etc., it can only be determined that it is an elderly person, and the exact identity cannot be determined immediately.

Everyone had to get together and read the letter that Holz found on the old man's chest.

According to the content of the letter.

The old man claimed to be Vienna.

Because of greed, I got some cheap flour from some small traders and fused it into some ceramic toys. As a result, the ceramics were stolen by thieves before they were decomposed and sold out.

According to the surveillance information, Vienna immediately found the thief's home.

He originally just wanted to get back what he had stolen.

Unexpectedly, the children of the thief drew out their guns and drove them away.

Without any choice.

He killed the other party through secret calculations.

afterwards.

Vienna expressed that he was uneasy and returned to the scene of the case, only to see that the police had found the body. In panic, he finally chose to commit suicide to make amends

All in all.

This is a 'self-surrender' book!

As long as it is confirmed that the headless body is Vienna himself, the handwriting of the letter can also pass the identification and approval of the police handwriting identification experts.

Then in the previous case of the thief being exterminated, Dean can start writing the closing report.

Um..

The cases and credits picked up in vain are very fragrant.

Dean watched the people discussing the content of the letter, playing with bullets unconsciously with his fingers.

this letter.

In fact, it is a step for them to be detectives.

Considering that the United States is used to 'flour'.

In reality, out of ten police detectives, facing this kind of 'step', nine would choose to get credit directly instead of risking the risk and continue the investigation.

The one remaining, perhaps, will insist on an investigation.

In the end, his superiors felt that he had too many things to do, his colleagues felt that he had brain problems, and the drug dealers would also think that this simpleton was ignorant, so he chose some warning methods. The police detective was under multiple pressures from his family, colleagues, and superiors, and had no choice but to compromise.

This is the realistic script.

Too bad the group met Dean.

Dean is not the protagonist of the movie, and he doesn't care about justice in others.

As a qualified mature man.

Credit, he wants it!

The experience value of the panel can't be less!

"With this letter, wouldn't the case of exterminating the family that we saw before be closed directly?", the bald-headed Hawke, touched his head that was shiny because of the heat, and said in a relaxed tone.

Holz nodded: "As long as you can confirm that the deceased is Vienna, find the criminal tools mentioned in his letter, and confirm the handwriting of the letter, then you can do so."

Hawk grinned.

Sure enough, being by Dean's side would bring good luck.

Maybe after a year or two, I can really sit in an independent office in the branch office.

next to them.

With a cigarette in his hand, Harry frowned slightly.

Carlo's stern eyes looked at this confused companion suspiciously: "Harry, aren't you happy that this case was easily closed?"

as a newcomer.

Cracking the case quickly means accelerating the conversion to a regular position and increasing the bonus.

This is a good thing!

Harry shook his head: "I can't say it, but it feels too relaxed, as if someone gave me the credit, which gave me the illusion of being led by the nose."

As he spoke, he looked at Dean, who had been silent all this time: "Boss, you are quiet tonight like a nun who saw a priest for the first time, unable to separate her legs, unable to open her mouth, we need your next instructions. "

Dean rolled his eyes: "Since the case is solved, of course it's off work. The body will be taken away by the forensics department. Carol, follow up. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow. As for Harry..."

He sneered and pointed to his car: "Dude, please clean the inside and outside of the car. I don't want to have to drive a bloody car to and from get off work tomorrow."

Harry's eyes widened: "But it's early morning!"

Dean stared: "Yes, so you have to deal with this matter all night tonight."

He hurriedly lowered his head, Nuonuo said: "Okay, then can I ask for a day off tomorrow?"

"If you want to ask for leave today, you will want to miss work tomorrow, so I can't let you down." Dean tapped Harry on the shoulder: "Come on, Harry, you will know the sun at four o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles, What is misfortune coming out of your mouth!"

Watching everyone leave one by one.

Harry held the car keys, wanting to cry but not crying.

Dean is nearly 1.9 meters tall, why is he so small? ? ?

the next day.

The office is more deserted.

Under Daisy's guidance, Carlo was familiar with some report templates.

Dean put his feet on the desk and read the book leisurely.

This is a miscellaneous book with many anecdotes and anecdotes.

Dean wasn't interested in this kind of book in the first place.

In the end, he pushed the book boss and told him that the first page of this book was about a man who grew two big testicles weighing forty to fifty kilograms.

Dean bought the book.

No man would pretend not to be interested in such a thing!

We are fascinated watching.

Daisy held a cup of coffee and put it in front of Dean: "Dean, I didn't expect you to be a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person. This has changed my impression of you."

Seeing that Harry wasn't here today, she asked Carlo, only to find out that Dean was careful yesterday and asked Harry to wash the car after handling the case all night, and refused to ask for leave.

As a result, Harry didn't come today.

Apparently, Dean was just lip service and it wasn't that bad.

How do you know.

Dean picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said with a smile, "How do you know Harry isn't busy right now?"

The source of the 'flour' of the black workshop has not been figured out yet!

Daisy still wants to ask.

jingle bell~

The phone on Dean's desk rang.

The two looked at the phone at the same time.

as a detective.

Dean's independent office is equipped with a landline. In the wealthy Los Angeles, it is really not a big deal. The only problem is that this landline is ringing for the first time.

"Your landline has been recorded in the internal system of the police station. It may be someone from the administrative department. They sometimes conduct case follow-up inquiries."

"maybe."

Dean picked up the landline calmly and dissatisfied.

Although Daisy wrote the closing reports of each case, he had read them and kept them in his mind, so he didn't worry about making a fool of himself.

Surprisingly.

On the other end of the phone, it was actually Eve: "Dean, do you want to eat fish?"

It's been a bit of a mess lately.

The typos pointed out by some brothers have not been corrected, there are rewards, and there is no statistics. What is still owed is added, and only the monthly ticket added for this month has been completed.

The dog thief will deal with it as soon as possible.

Good night.