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

"The people from the forensics department are here, and old Hunter is here too."

While Dean was wandering the cellar over and over again, Lawrence ran down from above to give him the message.

"Old Hunter is here too?"

Dean nodded and followed Lawrence up.

It was probably Harry who called Old Hunter. Old Hunter felt that it was not convenient to talk about Daisy on the phone, so he chose to come with the team from the forensics department and have an interview directly.

Holtz is also here at the forensics department.

This guy had heavy dark circles on his face, and it looked like he hadn't had a good rest.

"Hi, Dean."

Holtz greeted them spiritlessly: "God, my colleagues and I just worked overtime to dissect more than twenty corpses found in the house before. Don't tell me there is a big scene here."

There was a little helplessness in his tone.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Holtz felt that Dean might have some kind of mysterious BUFF, and wherever he went, big cases would happen.

As soon as this guy comes back, he will be busy as a dog.

Dean shrugged: "Only five people died this time. The murderer's methods are very magical, and I can't see through them."

"oh?"

Holtz became interested.

He yawned and ignored talking nonsense with Dean. After asking about the place of death, he quickly rushed into the cellar of the villa with his colleagues and boxes.

Holtz and his group left.

Dean and Lawrence turned their attention to the sad face of old Hunter.

"What's going on with Daisy?"

"Who took Daisy?"

The two asked in unison.

Old Hunter sighed, casually sat on the steps outside the villa, lit a cigarette, puffed out the smoke for a while, and then said: "This matter is very troublesome. Do you know who took Daisy away?" ?"

Lawrence flicked the two pieces of meat on his face: "Don't show off! Old Hunter, my hands are itchy when you act like this. Do we still ask you if we know?"

When Dean heard this, his eyes narrowed: "One of our own?"

Old Hunter rolled his eyes at Lawrence before nodding towards Dean: "After I received Harry's call, I immediately contacted the director of the branch. He told me that the person who took Daisy away was the city's anti-terrorism task force. (SWAT) people.”

"Anti-terrorism?"

"What did Daisy do? Those people need to be dispatched. Don't tell me what terrorist attacks she participated in!"

Lawrence was dumbfounded.

The last time he saw SWAT participating in an operation was Operation Lincoln Farm, which involved a shootout involving over a hundred people. A lot of rockets were fired that time. The battle scene could not be called a small-scale battle.

What did Daisy do?

Dean frowned.

He knew more than Lawrence.

SWAT is actually affiliated with the FBI. The jurisdiction of Los Angeles SWAT is, strictly speaking, also the director of the FBI branch in Los Angeles, the new director who was tricked into the hospital by Dean before.

The issue is.

The other person is in the hospital.

The previous employees of the Los Angeles FBI branch, except for Cheston, were basically killed by the explosion of Lucifer's twin hound elders.

So who is the commander behind this SWAT dispatch?

Dean looked at the solemn-looking old Hunter and expressed his doubts.

Old Hunter flicked the cigarette butt from his hand and sighed again: "I also want to know. The problem is that after I called to report, do you know how the director responded to me?"

He shrugged with a dark face and imitated the greasy voice on the other end of the phone: "Sorry, Captain Hunter, your rank is too low and you have no right to know the details of the case. Bah, that bitch secretary didn't treat me like a kid at all." The captain took it so seriously that he didn’t even want to say where Daisy was caught.”

this.

Lawrence is a muggle.

He is not afraid of Daisy being taken away.

Daisy is also a member of the Police Association after all. If something happens for no reason, the entire Los Angeles Police Department will do its best to investigate due to public opinion.

The problem is that the person who took Daisy away was one of our own.

They don't yet know where the people were taken.

This leaves people with nowhere to use their power.

Lawrence was upset and punched the stone pillar next to him: "FK, we are working hard here to investigate the case, but those old dogs are holding us back. I really want to overturn the table!"

Dean patted the angry Lawrence on the shoulder and comforted: "At least the director should know the details of Daisy being taken away. If we want to save Daisy, we must solve this case quickly."

SWAT is nominally under the jurisdiction of the FBI.

If they solve the case early, they can also make the FBI leader owe a favor and ask him to intervene in Daisy's arrest.

Lawrence understood the meaning of Dean's words and nodded reluctantly.

He was so angry that it was not because he had much affection for Daisy, but because he was simply showing loyalty to a colleague who had been with him for a long time.

As for Dean not being as eager as Lawrence, it's not that he's unloyal, but that he secretly has an Amon-like relationship with the new Deputy Director of the Detective Bureau, Henke.

Even if Kamesh, the new director of the FBI branch, doesn't give him face.

At that time, Dean can also find out about Daisy through Deputy Director Henk's line.

The key now is to solve the case.

He had a gut feeling.

This brutal serial murder case is not really over yet!

Old Hunter took the words and left in a hurry.

Dean and Lawrence also restrained their emotions and returned to the cellar.

While Dean and the others were chatting, Holtz and his colleagues had already divided the entire cellar with warning tapes, divided the work, and surveyed the scene.

Some people were trying to get samples of the liquid from the freezer, and some were squatting on the ground to check every inch of the ground. Holtz looked up at the five slightly scary corpses above his head and frowned deeply.

Dean walked next to him: "How about it, can you see how these people died? I'm very curious about how the murderer fixed these corpses on top with a few big iron nails."

Holtz is a professional forensic doctor and has seen a lot. He may have seen similar killing methods.

heard Dean ask.

Holtz twisted his sore neck and did not answer Dean's question directly. Instead, he asked: "Dean, do you know the real cause of death of the more than twenty Jigsaw victims who were hanged before?"

"asphyxia!"

Dean's mind flashed through the scenes he had seen before, re-drawing each frame, and finally gave a positive answer: "Although I did not untie the corpses to examine them carefully, I noticed that the facial muscles of the deceased were stiff and stiff. There were no secondary strangulation marks on the neck, so it is suspected that they had been injected with some kind of anesthetic before being hung up, which caused the facial muscles to become stiff."

Most of the muscles on the face of a normally hanged deceased will appear twisted and hideous, with the lips pulled upward, the gums exposed, and the tongue sticking out. With rigor mortis, this hideous appearance will be maintained for a day or two.

But that was not the case with the more than twenty corpses that formed the hanging structure.

Therefore, Dean suspected that those people had been injected with medicine before they were hung up, which was why this abnormal situation occurred.

Holtz gave Dean a thumbs up:

"Your deduction is correct.

We found excessive amounts of muscle-hardening agents in the bodies of those who died.

The murderer was very cruel. Under the influence of the medicine, the deceased were in a petrified state before being hung up.

They could only watch as they and their companions were hung up, feeling the suffocation fill their senses bit by bit, and feel the approach of death bit by bit. It was a kind of physical and mental torture.

In fact, even if the deceased were not hung up, they would have lost their breathing function due to the excessive dosage of medicine, causing them to suffocate to death. "

Said.

Holtz pointed to the five corpses above his head: "It should be the same here. Under normal circumstances, the fixed contact area of ​​iron nails is so small that the flesh and blood of the human body cannot support and fix a body weighing hundreds of kilograms from falling, unless these corpses are similar Things like wood boards and plaster, let me put it this way, can I give you some tips?”

Dean's eyes widened slightly after hearing Holtz's prompt.

What method can be used to transform a flesh-and-blood body into properties similar to wood boards and plaster?

Dean glanced at the freezer filled with unknown frozen liquid and said hesitantly: "Freeze?"

The problem is that there are no signs of freezing on the surface of the body.

Holtz nodded: "Yes, but it's not freezing as we know it, but injection freezing. Dean, you should know that our human body contains a large amount of liquid. Some medicines, after being injected into the human body, are It can directly condense all the tissue fluid of the human body, and it is difficult to see from the outside without dissection.”

His eyes were solemn:

“This killing method is similar to the previous muscle-stiffening medicine.

Before death, the deceased's perception will be greatly improved, and he can feel that his body parts disappear little by little. It is as if he never had that part of his body.

I have only heard of this method, and this is the first time I have seen it.

Dean, if I'm not mistaken, there probably isn't any blood left at the scene.

You're really in big trouble this time. "

This is no ordinary murderer. Holtz feels that Dean has encountered a tough problem this time and may be capsized.

Dong Dong Dong~

Noisy sounds echoed from the cellar.

Several strong security guards, with miserable expressions on their faces, took out the tools and removed the five large iron nails on the ceiling of the cellar.

The ports of those iron nails were already embedded inside the corpse.

This process is not beautiful at all.

These corpses were unusually heavy, and the slings were worn very tight.

This made Lawrence admire Holtz's foresight.

If it hadn't been for Holtz's suggestion to get some devices similar to safety ropes in the air, the security guards might not have been able to drag these heavy bodies without the big iron nails.

After the body was hung down.

Dean touched it and found that the corpse was not as hard as he thought, but it had a toughness to it. The corpse itself was also slightly expanded, but this expansion was different from the swelling caused by the fermentation of the corpse. It was like cement filling. The kind of fullness and expansion that enters the body.

Holtz wore gloves and inspected more carefully.

The situation was more troublesome than he imagined.

He looked at Dean with some gloating: "Man, the murderer was more cruel than I thought. After injecting the medicine and watching these people suffocate to death, he froze them and finally froze them. Five unlucky guys were nailed to the ceiling. He was very vengeful, and I suspect he also had psychological problems."

Dean rolled his eyes.

Is not this nonsensical.

When a normal person kills someone, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out. Otherwise, they just kill and leave. At most, they just fill the body with cement and dismember it into pieces.

Very few murderers have the leisure and elegance to put the corpses together into a puzzle after killing them.

This is why even though Dean deduces that the murderer has killed all his enemies, his sixth sense still feels that the other party will take action again.

The murderer may have a mental problem.

The other party may have been a normal person before the murder, but as he took revenge step by step, he began to turn into a madman.

The thoughts of a madman are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Zizzi~

The accompanying personnel took away the five bodies and evacuated the cellar.

Large swaths of reagent spray sprayed into the cellar.

moment.

Dean and others entered the cellar again.

In the darkness, only dots of blue fluorescent reaction appeared on the top of the head.

Holtz shrugged:

“It seems that my inference is correct.

The murderer indeed injected medicine into the deceased's body again.

He is very skilled in this method, and his real identity may not be simple either.

Also, I just took a look at the liquid sample that my colleague pulled out of the freezer.

Although it has not been tested by the instrument, I am basically certain that it is K reagent.

This reagent is generally used in coagulation experiments and is not cheap. If used on the human body, it can quickly coagulate human blood, causing a reaction similar to catalyzing rigor mortis.

Tsk, if the liquids in those freezers are all K reagents, then I congratulate you, Dean, this time you met a madman who is not short of money.

But this is also a very crucial clue.

K reagent is a controlled and dangerous medical drug. It is difficult to obtain such a large quantity even on the black market. If you look into this aspect, you may be able to get some clues about the murderer.

The time of death of the deceased cannot be determined yet.

But the body of the deceased swelled after death, which is a typical freeze-hardening reaction.

The murderer probably waited for the deceased to die and was worried that the body would remain on the ceiling for too short a time, so he soaked and froze the body for a period of time. It was only because of the effects of the reagent and the low temperature here that no obvious traces of freezing were left on the surface of the body. "

"Aba Aba."

Lawrence looked at Holtz in confusion, rubbing his eyes, wondering if he was seeing a shorter version of Dean.

Dean's eyes also flashed with shock.

This guy is progressing so fast.

Since Holtz was inspired by him, his way of thinking has been significantly different from that of ordinary forensic doctors. He prefers to infer the murderer's psychology from the traces, and then infer the traces at the scene from the murderer's psychology.

This is typical criminal investigation (criminal) thinking.

Holtz was a bit immature when it came to this before, and was probably equivalent to a super low-end version of Dean.

Haven't seen each other for a few months.

This guy has grown into a lower version of Dean.

Helplessly, Dean is hanging on the wall. Not only does his thinking turn super fast, but through the infusion of skills, he is also self-taught in all kinds of survey knowledge, and has a reserve of trace knowledge that ordinary people can hardly possess in a lifetime.

So if Holtz really wants to reach Dean's level, he may have no hope in this life.

Seeing the two people looked shocked.

Holtz's face was serious, but he was already laughing proudly in his heart.

It's not in vain that I hold my breath and crazily enrich myself, work hard to make progress, and spend so much time.

Dean was finally shocked.

This feeling is ten thousand times more exciting than playing poker!

He pretended to pat Dean and Lawrence on the shoulders, and said lightly: "Okay, here's the tip for you. I will confirm the time of death of the deceased with my colleagues as soon as possible, and then leave it to you. Pay attention. Safety."

After speaking, Holtz turned and left.

Dean and Lawrence looked at each other, speechless.

Damn it.

Installed it for him.

"Let's go, Dean, go investigate the K reagent. Didn't you ask that FBI girl to investigate the financial flow of Chinese medicine before? Daisy has already completed the investigation before, and she hasn't made any movement at all. So just put this matter aside. Leave it to her."

Lawrence suggested.

Dean nodded: "Daisy was taken away by SWAT people, and this is all we can do now."