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

Simple greetings.

Dean then realized that they had not watched the news this morning, so he briefly talked about the current situation.

After knowing that the Yamaguchi family and the Hiben Yamaguchi group were all dead due to the bloody revenge of the gang, everyone in the ward, who had been tense, breathed a sigh of relief.

Phoebe said hello and went to work.

She skipped work and came here to guard him. Now that Lawrence was on leave, she needed to help her boyfriend keep an eye on the team to prevent anything from happening.

With Harry's consolation, his mother also took her granddaughter and went back to rest.

Wait until everyone leaves the ward.

Harry looked at Dean with his swollen eyes: "Boss, you and Lawrence did it, right?"

Dean swallowed the banana in his hand and shrugged: "The official definition of last night's attack was revenge between gangs. If you say so, be careful and I will sue you for defamation!"

Harry grinned.

It seems that it was really the boss and Lawrence who did it.

This feeling of being protected by brothers is so refreshing.

But thinking about the situation of Lawrence and the boss.

He couldn't help sighing again: "Boss is here, the detective agency that Happy and I jointly opened is not profitable, and it has caused such a big trouble this time, and has also implicated Lawrence. What this detective is doing is really boring." .”

Since Dean left, he and Carlo, another member of the team, have been following the temporary captain, Old Hunter, to solve crimes.

Old Hunter is somewhat capable, but that's about it.

Lawrence has a new group of people with him.

Now the Fourth Squadron, due to its low crime detection rate, has begun to slowly fall back to its original situation.

"Don't worry, days like this will pass soon. I may return to the police detective station in the near future."

Seeing that his younger brother was so lethargic, Dean had no choice but to reveal some information.

Hearing this, Harry looked at Dean with some excitement: "Boss, are you going to be reinstated?"

Dean nodded: "Absolutely, so you have to heal your injuries as soon as possible, otherwise I won't have an errand boy as handy as you when the time comes."

In fact, he didn't know how Amon planned to arrange himself.

But now that he has spoken, it means that there must be a way, but he doesn't know whether to reinstate himself or join another department of the Police Detective Bureau, but no matter what, he is officially back.

"Very good!"

Harry wanted to laugh, but ended up pulling the wound on his face, grinning in pain.

"That's right." Dean finally remembered another member of his team: "Where's Carlo? I don't seem to have seen him before."

"Following Old Hunter to solve the case." Harry curled his lips: "A week ago, an old Chinese lady was found dead at home by the tenant downstairs. There were few clues left at the scene. If the deceased was not obviously a homicide, this The case will probably be defined as an accidental death by Hunter Sr.”

When Dean heard about the case, he instinctively became interested: "What did the on-site investigation say?"

“The deceased lived in an old six-story single-family apartment.

She was the landlord and lived on the top floor where the entire floor was connected. The doors and windows were closed, and there were iron doors blocking the corridors and elevator entrances. Only the deceased could open them.

She usually leaves the leasing business to a leasing company and basically does not communicate with the tenants.

This also resulted in the deceased being dead for more than three weeks before he was discovered by the tenant downstairs.

Boss, do you know how that unlucky tenant discovered that something was wrong? "

"Corpse water?"

Dean guessed: "This kind of single-family apartment is usually very old and generally waterproof. It must be that the corpse water penetrated the floor and dripped downstairs, so the tenants downstairs noticed something was wrong, right?"

"Okay, I know I can't help you."

Harry endured the pain, stubbornly gave Dean a thumbs up, and continued: "The unlucky tenant was eating at the time. He smelled the unpleasant smell and looked up at the ceiling. As a result, corpse water dripped into his open mouth. mouth, that taste."

A gloating smile appeared on his bruised and swollen face:

“Anyway, after being unable to contact the landlord and unable to get upstairs, the angry tenant called the police.

At this time, he thought it was just the bathroom upstairs that was clogged. The patrolman who was waiting for him noticed something was wrong with the smell, so he forced open the iron door in the corridor and found the deceased who had almost turned into mud. "

"So now you can't confirm whether the iron door was pried open before this?"

Harry nodded:

“But that doesn’t matter.

The deceased seemed very insecure and used the best locks on the market.

This kind of lock requires not only a key, but also an electronic password. Generally, it is difficult for outsiders to enter her floor without the consent of the deceased. Therefore, after investigation, we basically judged that this was an acquaintance homicide.

The deceased was quite young, and his usual scope of activities was in the community and nearby parks. In many cases, even the rent was entrusted to a leasing company to be fully responsible for collecting it, and his personal connections were simple.

We thought this case would be solved quickly.

result"

Harry pursed his thirsty mouth and said, "At least before I leave, the investigation of the deceased's interpersonal relationship is still in a state of no clue."

"Where's the tenant?"

“One month before the deceased’s death, he cleared out all the tenants on the pretext of renovating the apartment, but for some unknown reason he did not choose to renovate the apartment again.

Later, she went to the leasing company and said that the renovation plan had been shelved and the apartment could be rented again.

That was also the last time the deceased appeared in front of outsiders.

The location of the apartment is very good.

Rent prices are also very affordable.

The leasing company had no trouble repopulating the apartment with tenants.

According to the time of death of the deceased.

These new tenants were not very suspicious, so Old Hunter took us and focused our attention on the people from the leasing company and the former tenants who had quit the lease before. As a result, there was no progress. "

After saying that, Harry looked at Dean eagerly, hoping that the boss could pour him a glass of water thoughtfully. It would be better if he could help him hold the water pipe and drain the water.

Unfortunately, Dean was looking down in thought.

He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly raised his head: "Have you investigated the bank account number and financial status of the deceased?"

“After checking, I found that there were some investments in stocks, but the amounts were not large and the deposits in the bank accounts were not large.

Old Hunter said that older Chinese people generally do not trust banks and like to convert money into gold and hide it, or tie it with tape and bury it in a corner of the yard or hide it somewhere in the house. place. "

Hearing this, Dean nodded.

Old Hunter was right.

In fact, there is even a group of people on the market who are specifically looking for old houses to rent or 'treasure hunt' after the death of the Chinese. Although they often return without success, there are also reports of gains from time to time.

As for the birth of this non-mainstream profession, it probably originated from the American version of waiting and waiting.

This case made Dean a little interested.

He was ready to handle the matter that Little Mike had entrusted him with, so he stepped forward to participate in the investigation as an 'enthusiastic citizen' and announced that he was back.

"Okay, Harry, I have to leave. I won't disturb you for now."

Under Harry's eager gaze, Dean carefully covered him with a quilt and ran out of the ward without giving him a chance to ask for help.

joke.

With his sharp eyesight, couldn't he see that Harry was thirsty?

The problem is that Dean also sees that Harry wants to let loose.

His hands were born to control the ball and carry his legs, not to hold the chocolate-colored water pipes. This is a matter of principle.

Harry watched helplessly as his boss, Dean, closed the door. He squirmed a little aggrievedly with his body wrapped in bandages, and pressed the call button, hoping that a young nurse would come to help him drain the water.

Dean still cares about his little brother.

After he left the ward, he walked to the nurse's station on duty and wanted someone to go over and look at Harry.

This is the VIP hospitalization area.

The young nurses in the duty room seemed to be of good quality, but a little too enthusiastic. Dean was confused and had a few small notes in his hand with their off-duty time.

As a good big brother, Dean took the opportunity to tell Harry's ward number. After hearing that they said they would arrange for someone to go there immediately, he left with peace of mind.

Harry, on his side, felt the pain coming from his bladder and tossed and turned on the hospital bed. He just hoped that the beautiful nurse at the nursing station would come over quickly, otherwise he would have to die.

Wait a moment.

A strong middle-aged black nurse roughly opened the door and looked at Harry on the bed with a buzzing voice: "Mr. Harry, what's the matter?"

Harry's little body trembled.

Depend on!

Isn't this the VIP inpatient department? Where are those beautiful nurses and beauties?

His exposed toes clasped together nervously, and he said uneasily: "Well, my brother needs some help. He needs to release the accumulated flood."

The middle-aged black nurse's eyes lit up.

Fortunately, the group of young men on duty were all attracted by the handsome guy just now and ran to ask for his contact information. Otherwise, the patients in the VIP ward would not have been able to come over in their turn.

Seeing that she didn't speak and just looked directly at him, Harry became even more frightened.

He licked his dry lips: "Well, if it's inconvenient for you, you can ask other nurses to help. I can still bear it."

"No, I can do that!"

The middle-aged nurse smiled 'gently' at Harry, who was bruised and swollen, and then slammed the door to the ward.

A few minutes later.

Harry's begging and rejection like a frightened little lamb came from the ward: "NO, I really just want to let go, I don't want VIP service, no, oh~ NO!!!"

Unfortunately, as a result of the good intentions of his good brother Dean, the place where Harry is staying is the VIP ward with the best environment in the hospital, and the sound insulation effect is very good.

No matter how loud he screamed, he couldn't stop the middle-aged nurse's inner passion for progress and tips.

After visiting my little brother.

Dean tore up a bunch of small notes and threw them into the trash can. Satisfied, he got into the car and drove to the largest trade market in Los Angeles.

Little Mike wants a lot of things.

Some of them were experimental equipment and chemicals. The purchase of these materials required qualifications, so Dean could only ask his cousin in New York to help deal with them.

Others are special mice bred specifically for laboratories.

This kind of special living creature is not cheap. The key is that it is easily affected by the outside world and causes experimental errors, so Xiao Mike specially left a note in the message and gave Dean the address and contact information for ordering.

Little Mike is a god on the internet.

But in reality, it is inconvenient for him to do anything, and he does not even dare to expose his situation to reality easily.

After arriving at the trade market.

Dean declined a group of intermediaries who came to promote the business and called the intermediary number that Mike had left for him.

There will be an update for today tonight.

By the way, brothers, a reminder, in this season, you must be careful of cryptopods. I was so painful that I burst into tears yesterday.