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

Daisy picked up the phone, asked, and recorded the information on the paper beside her.

moment.

She looked at Dean:

"Villa No. 76 in Taimida District, a homicide is suspected.

Dean, the current block patrol has passed, and now you need to find out the situation first, and if it is really a murder, you can call Lawrence and the forensics department. "

Although Dean is a rookie who just joined the fourth squadron.

But in the previous two cases, Daisy still trusted him because of his outstanding performance.

"Temida Block, a mid-to-high-end community~"

Dean rubbed his waist: "Okay, I'll go now, sorry I just drove back from Las Vegas for five hours."

"Get used to it slowly, rookie." Daisy pulled off the mask on her face and picked up a French fries: "The serial murder case has been solved, which makes our squadron very satisfied, and our fourth squadron will be responsible for it in the future." There will be more and more cases."

Dean shrugged, "Sounds good."

The more cases there are, the more experience points you can get.

Leave the police station.

Dean drove alone to No. 76, Temida Street.

This place is more upscale than the neighborhood where Dean's mother is located. They are all single-family villas, and most of the residents are elite white-collar workers of some companies, who belong to the middle class.

When Dean arrived.

Several strong male nurses had already lifted a sloppy-looking man from the house and was sending him to the ambulance.

"What's the situation, guys." Dean stepped forward and took out his police detective card.

A bald patrolman glanced at Dean's detective certificate, stepped forward and said:

"Detective Dean, this must be a misunderstanding.

A child accidentally kicked a ball into this yard. When he came to pick up the ball, he found a person lying in the living room of the villa through the window with a lot of blood on the ground, so he called the police.

According to our inquiry of the surrounding neighbors.

This man is a helper hired by the head of the household.

The head of the household went on a trip.

The helper has lived here for more than a month, and there is no problem with his identity.

This unlucky guy must have been drunk, accidentally hit his head and passed out. "

"Drunk?"

Dean stopped a few male nurses, stepped forward to check the man's injuries, and sniffed lightly. He found that in addition to the strong smell of alcohol, there was also a faint smell of marijuana.

This is a junkie.

He must have been high, and with the effect of alcohol, he couldn't control his figure, so he smashed his head.

"Send this unlucky guy to the hospital. I hope he won't cry when he wakes up looking at the bill." Dean moved away.

There is a proverb in this country: It is better to run a hospital than to be a drug lord.

This is no joke.

Several male nurses laughed and carried the injured man into the car.

The surrounding patrolmen were also preparing to leave.

It's a waste of time.

Dean took out his mobile phone and was about to ask where Harry was, when he suddenly glanced at the kennel in the corner of the yard and stopped the patrolman who wanted to leave: "Guys, can you bring me a shovel!"

"FK." The bald patrolman helplessly commanded his companions: "Adi, go and help find a shovel. It may be impossible for us to get off work early today."

"This is a good thing. Here comes your chance to do meritorious service." Dean stretched out his hand towards the bald head: "Let's get to know each other formally, Senior Constable Hawke. I'm Dean from the Fourth Squadron of the Looting and Murder Division."

The Los Angeles Police Patrol (LAPD) is required to wear police uniforms while on the job.

They wear an LAPD badge on their left breast, a name tag on their right, and rank insignia on their collars.

So Dean directly called out Hawke's name and police rank.

Hawke was not very interested in Dean's overtures.

He slapped Dean copingly: "Man, rather than trusting you to lead us to meritorious deeds, I hope you can buy us a drink afterwards."

Hawke had seen Dean's detective certificate.

This is just a rookie with the rank of "third-level police officer".

This police rank means that Dean has not joined the police department for more than half a year.

And he's a senior constable.

Among the Los Angeles Patrol Police, senior police officers must have 10 years of service experience, which is equivalent to a first-class police officer in the Police Detective Bureau, and it is also the highest rank that most patrol officers can achieve in their lifetime.

Hawke's police rank is two ranks higher than Dean's.

He spoke naturally in front of Dean.

"Drinking is of course fine." Dean withdrew his palm: "But I guess it will be you who invite me willingly in the end.

After hearing Dean's words, Hawk became interested: "Look at your performance, rookie."

During the conversation.

The policeman who was called by Hawke to get the shovel ran over from the cabin next to the villa: "I didn't find the shovel, but I found a .emm spoon from China in the tool store."

Looking at the shovel used for cooking in front of him, Dean was silent.

What the fuck is a spoon from China.

He shrugged and took the shovel: "Okay, this thing is fine too."

Dean took a kitchen shovel and led a few curious patrolmen to the soil in front of the kennel and started digging.

The sod looks new, but it's poorly laid, exposing the soil underneath.

"Do you suspect that there is something hidden underneath?" Hawker looked at Dean's movements with interest.

"Yes, and it should be a corpse."

Dean pointed around the turf and explained:

"See this piece of soil?

This place is much more sunken than the surrounding areas, and the color depth of the soil faults is also significantly different.

This shows that there is flesh and blood rotting underneath.

The gas produced by the decay pushed up the soil under the turf, and after the gas dissipated, the place sank. "

"You mean someone is buried here?" Hawke and the others became alert immediately, and looked at Dean with a little more attention.

Those who have the ability will naturally win respect.

But Dean shook his head: "It's not human, I guess it's a small dog, and it was buried very shallow, otherwise there wouldn't be such obvious marks."

Use the spatula to pull away the shallow soil.

A white bone with a foul smell emerges from beneath the soil.

Hawke and the others covered their noses, frowned and stepped back.

Dean followed the bones expressionlessly, cleaned up the surrounding soil little by little, and finally dug the whole dog corpse out of the ground.

The dog's carcass was already in a semi-decomposed state, with only some dark black fur sticking to the flesh and blood. As for the internal organs, they had long since rotted into liquid and seeped into the soil below.

After a simple check.

Dean got up and took a few steps back, exhaling his suffocated breath: "This dog was killed by a severe blow to the head. It took more than a month to die. It needs to be confirmed by the forensics department."

The head of the household did not return from a "tourist", and the helper came here at about the same time as the dog died.

That's where it gets interesting.

Dean looked at Hawke and the others: "The owner of this house probably didn't go on a trip, but 'disappeared', guys, arrange someone to watch over that helper, and call the forensics department for me, I need to enter the house now Investigate the situation."

This time Hawke was very obedient.

After arranging a few companions to do things, he walked up to Dean with admiration on his face: "Detective Dean, it seems that I owe you a meal, you performed very well."

"You can just call me Dean." Dean smiled, took out his usual gloves and gloves, and walked towards the gate of the villa.

He has never studied trace science, nor does he know much forensic knowledge, but he has handled many corpses.

This can be regarded as a good doctor after a long illness.

More crime.

From good times.

Dean finds himself a perfect fit for his current role as a detective.

Good morning, brothers.

This case is very interesting. If you can guess who the murderer is, I will lose.

Ahem, if you know the plot, in order to maintain the anticipation of the plot, please keep it a secret, please.

Because this case is the truth of the case that the dog thief found from the Internet, which is more magical than the adapted plot.

By the way, it's three o'clock today.

Seeking to read and ask for tickets, if there is a reward, I will give it as much as I want, a dime is not too little, and a dollar or two is not too much, hehe.