life as a police officer in america

The man on the second motorcycle got off.

"I don't think we will have any legal disputes, I'm just going through the routine." Wang Dengming said again.

His attitude is definitely one of negotiation.

"What's your name, Mr. Police Officer?"

The person who was talking to Wang Dengming touched his ears and said.

What does touching his ears mean? His ears are definitely not itchy, they are sending some kind of signal.

When asking anyone, the first thing that American police think of is whether the other person has weapons, and Wang Dengming is no exception.

Their waists showed no sign of bulging, and there should be no pistols or daggers hidden in the thighs of their skirts, but this possibility cannot be completely ruled out.

"Wang Dengming, I am the police chief of Alasgumeng Town."

Wang Dengming guessed that the other party would be surprised and said unhappily: So you are not the local policeman. Where is Sheriff Xuejiang Juli? I want to see him.

"No matter where the police are from, I tell you again, it's useless, please leave. If you don't want to intensify the conflict, we are peace-loving."

"They went into hiding in the village, right?"

The man with pigtails showed an impatient dark complexion.

"Don't think like children. They are still children, and they like to play around. But they are good children, and they can only do some mischief like poaching birds' eggs."

"The problem is that they are causing trouble in the early hours of the morning. How can they be called good children?"

"Mr. Police Officer, in this case, you can enter the village to search. We have no objection."

Wang Dengming looked at the village.

"Please, wherever you want to search, I will lead the way, please."

Wang Dengming got into the police car, turned around in the open space in front, came to the side of the speaker, and rolled down the window.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I declare again that I am not looking for those two little guys to arrest them or send them to a juvenile labor camp. They appear in places they should not be. I am investigating a villa.

There are many dead people, and I saw them with the suspected murderer. For their safety, I hope you..."

"My name is Yulpas, and I am the village chief here."

"Okay, Mr. Village Chief, I think you don't want to see those two innocent little guys get hurt unnecessarily. The villa is haunted. I saw them with a strange nun with my own eyes, right where I am.

At the other end of the road, near the back door of the villa, according to the information I have, the nun is an extremely dangerous person. She just killed a billionaire. Goodbye, Mr. Village Chief, I wish you a good day. What's on your mind?

Follow this path to find me, here is my contact information.”

Wang Dengming took out his business card from the police car and handed it over.

The village chief stretched out his hand to take the business card and looked at it briefly.

"Okay, dear Mr. Police Officer, thank you for your hard work. This place is very remote, so please pay attention to your safety."

If the other party didn't cooperate, Wang Dengming wouldn't be stupid enough to search the village alone, but the necessary intimidation was unavoidable.

"Thank you, that woman is dangerous."

Just as the police car was about to leave, the village chief asked: "How did she kill the rich man you mentioned?"

The other party took the initiative, and Wang Dengming was wondering if Yu'er was in a ravine.

"The rich man died in the villa. There was only blood. The weapon might have been something that could make people bleed. I have never seen so much blood, but I still guessed it couldn't be a gun. No one heard any shooting sounds.

"

Wang Dengming paused deliberately and continued: "That may be a weapon that can cut. Not only was there blood on the ground, but the grass blades were also splattered with blood. Therefore, it was possible that when he was standing there, something cut him off.

The aorta in his neck."

"Oh, that's so unlucky for him. Thank you, officer."

Did he say the wrong thing? His cleverness was mistaken for his cleverness. Wang Dengming's wishful thinking was ruthlessly exposed by the village chief. He clearly made a gesture to ask you to worship.

"Is there a school in the village?"

Wang Dengming stepped on the accelerator, but the gear was in P.

Village Chief: "They didn't go home last night. They went to school yesterday. Everything was normal. It's just that something worrying happened last night. They are obedient students. Okay, Mr. Police Officer, what we know

That's it, the nun you mentioned, where is she, who is she, what did she do, this is meaningless to us, goodbye, Mr. Police Officer."

Wang Dengming had to push the gear into forward gear.

Because he was focused on analyzing the little information he got from the village chief, but was not paying attention to driving.

Less than half the way, the left front wheel crashed into a pothole covered by grass, causing the side of the front wheel to crack.

This further proves Wang Dengming's belief that if life doesn't start well, it won't end well either.

The detective is not here, and there is no place to go, so we can only do it ourselves.

The jack slipped away on the bumpy slope. Wang Dengming cursed angrily as he searched for words. He removed the jack and used the handle of the jack to dig out a solid base in the rocky soil. After venting a stream of blasphemous curses

, re-set the jack and insert the handle again.

Wang Dengming returned to the villa in a state of embarrassment, covered in dirty mud. If he had been wearing other clothes, he would have looked like a farmer returning from work.

The detective has returned.

"Boss, why did you make this picture of virtue?"

"Don't mention it, my Mr. Inspector has encountered something unfortunate."

He took a shower first and changed into a set of clothes.

"Heleni is still busy?"

"Don't you know the evil energy she had when tossing the corpse?"

"Anything gained?"

"No, the preliminary judgment is that he died of suffocation. We need to contact his family to investigate his past medical history. I have already done that."

"The results of it."

"Mr. Diathon is stronger than a bull, so it is unlikely that he died of suffocation due to internal disease."

"Of course I don't believe it either, but the necessary investigation procedures should still be carried out."

"Boss, why are you gritting your teeth?"

"Did I grit my teeth?"

"The bite you just made seemed to be cursing someone."

Wang Dengming smiled and shook his head: "Give me some face, I can't hide anything from you."

Wang Dengming told everything about the Mexican sorcerer.

"So, that lovely Mexican is suspected of killing Diaz, but he firmly denies it. He believes in his own skills, right?"

Wang Dengming had a cigarette in his mouth.

"If a Mexican master killed Diaz, it would be the biggest own goal since the establishment of the Alaska Police Department. I murdered Mr. Diaz and sent him to God with a Mexican hand."

Detective: "We didn't say anything about Mexicans just now. It's so nonsense that even the judge won't believe it. Any judge who has some sense."

Wang Dengming smiled again.

"Do you believe it?"

"That's ridiculous! Let's start with the woman in nun's uniform. You said she hung out with two children last night and met four villagers who were not very cooperative with the investigation."

"These issues are not the focus at the moment and will be clarified. What I'm curious about is the road between the villa and the village. Who would build such a road between the village and the villa? What is the purpose? Is it for the village and the villa to update each other?

Okay...intercourse? Is intercourse accurate?"

"It's a bit strange, look at this book."

The detective handed over a book.

"Where did "North American Ancient Indian Culture" come from?"

"Blood River. Curie gave it to me. He was going crazy because of the villa."

"This book draws a set of maps at the end of the last ice age - a time when rainfall was abundant a long time ago. Based on the map, the author also drew a map of the migration routes of migratory birds at the end of the Pleistocene, as well as ground otters, saber-toothed tigers,

Long-horned dragon and so on."

Wang Dengming threw the book on the sofa.

"What's the connection between this book and Villa Eucalyptus? Wait, maybe the people in that village are Indians. They don't look like that. Their skin color doesn't look like them."

Detective: "Perhaps the torii theory is more appropriate. There are ghosts and demons hiding on the road between the villa and the village. This can only be explained."

After the detective finished speaking, the two complained to each other.

"Fate, this is fate. The ghost police must investigate the ghost case before they give up. We are the police with a hard life."

"Detective, continue to stay here tonight, we must catch that nun!"