Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Hayden was sitting on a chair in the police station, his right leg kept bouncing. "Mobile phone interview" He holds a football tightly in his right hand, and there is still wet soil on the football.

Hayden was called back by his mother during training. After leaving the training ground, they drove to the police station, and then his mother took notes.

The police station was busy. Hayden looked up and saw busy figures.

Hayden was a little bored and a little nervous. He didn't know why he came to the police station, but judging from his mother's mood, it was obviously not a trivial matter.

This reminded Hayden of the last time he came to the police station. It was already ten years ago. His father encountered robbers who burglarized his home. After a fight, he was stabbed to death with a kitchen knife. Come to the police station in a police car on a winter day.

Hayden suddenly remembered that that time, he seemed to be called out when he was playing football.

He couldn't remember whether he was holding the football, but the connection between the football and the police still made Hayden hate it.

Hayden suddenly threw the football out as if his hand was burned.

"Hey, don't play football in the office." The busy policeman behind the desk raised his head and shouted. He was too busy and didn't have time to educate the teenagers. He stretched out his foot and pulled the football under his desk. Get on with your work.

Hayden didn't want the football anymore, he stood up and looked around blankly, wanted to leave but didn't dare, so he stood on the balcony to enjoy the breeze.

Several police officers were already smoking on the balcony. Seeing that Hayden had no background, they each took out their own cigarettes and lit them without saying a word.

The Swedish culture is like this. Smokers will smoke together, but they don’t necessarily have to chat. Moreover, they always smoke their own cigarettes, and rarely pass cigarettes. They don’t even lend out lighters, let alone Help someone else light a cigarette.

Hayden stood with his arms folded in the cold wind to cool down his emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, the balcony door opened and closed, and a voice suddenly came out: "Hayden...Hayden!"

"Mom?" Hayden stepped out of the balcony, just in time to see his anxious mother.

"Hayden, come here." On the mother's cheeks there were some signs of watered down makeup, obviously she had cried.

Hayden was startled, ran over quickly, and asked, "What happened?"

"The murderer who killed your father has been found." The mother kept her son's shoulders and began to cry.

The surrounding policemen heard the voice, but they just glanced back, and didn't say anything more. In the past two days, they have seen a lot of similar situations.

Hayden froze, his lips were extremely dry, and his throat tightened as he asked, "Who is it?"

"I'll let the police officer tell you." The mother shook her head and walked forward with her son in her arms.

Hayden was already old, and his broad-shouldered mother couldn't hug her at all, but his steps were staggering, almost falling down.

"Officer Fox, this is my son." The mother sat down with her son and said, "Please tell him about his father's situation."

"Of course." Fox looked down at the file and said, "Hayden, can I call you Hayden?"

"Okay." Hayden looked at the majestic police officer without much energy.

Fox nodded, and said, "Hayden, our Stockholm Police Department has mastered a new technology called PR. I wonder if you've heard of it?"

Hayden shook his head.

"He spends most of his time playing football," said the mother.

Fox nodded, and said: "PR is a method used to identify da, da is a genetic factor in everyone's body, in simple terms, if we can get a cell, we can determine whether this cell is Belongs to you. Moreover, current technology can examine older cells..."

Hayden was a clever boy, and he came to his senses at once, shouting, "My father's ring, his ring, mother... Daddy hit the murderer,

His ring has the murderer's blood on it. "

"I know, I know." The mother quickly reassured her son, saying, "I handed over the ring to the police a few days ago. When I was watching the news on TV, I saw the Marle case and thought of it."

When the burglary happened that year, my father resisted as much as possible. He hit the opponent with his ring-wearing right hand and probably broke the opponent's face. Maybe it was because of the rush, or maybe because the murderer couldn't see it. On the value of a graduation ring, it doesn't take away.

The mother then put the ring away and did not wash it, which gave the police the opportunity to collect the da evidence on it.

Mother explained, but there was no relaxed expression on her face.

Hayden didn't pay much attention, then turned to the police, and said, "Did you find the murderer? Through the ring? Whose da did you compare?"

"Hayden, listen to the officer first." His mother stopped him and handed him a glass of water.

The police officer waited for Hayden's mood to stabilize, and said: "Hayden, according to your mother's request, I would like to explain our case handling process to you in detail."

"Okay...Okay." Hayden was shocked by the police officer's seriousness.

The police officer coughed, looked down at the file again, and said, "Hayden, first I want to tell you something about PR technology. First, PR cannot directly find the murderer, he can only compare whether the two da are consistent or not. There is a relationship, just like fingerprints, we can compare the fingerprints left at the scene with the fingerprints of the suspect, if they match, we know we have caught someone, if they don’t match, we know we caught the wrong person, but we don’t know who is right."

"Didn't you catch the murderer?" Hayden didn't understand.

"Please listen to me to explain in detail." The police officer looked up into Hayden's eyes and said, "Hayden, we don't have a lot of da information that we can use for comparison, so in the first comparison, we didn't find any clear information. suspect."

Hayden looked suspicious.

"But we did find something." The police officer coughed and said, "Do you remember what I just said? PR can be used to compare whether two das are consistent or related?"

"kindness."

"After we compared the bloodstains on the ring, we did find a situation... Well, we found that the da on the ring is somewhat similar to the da on the bloody coat left by your father."

The police officer said that the mother watched her son closely.

"What does that mean?" Hayden instinctively felt that this was not good news.

The police officer sighed and said, "The da on the ring belongs to your father's half-brother."

"Uncle Nelson?" Hayden exclaimed. His father had only one brother, and even more so, a half-brother, who was taken by his grandfather's divorced wife.

"It's not confirmed yet. Our colleagues are investigating. Someone has already invited Mr. Nelson to the police station." The police officer replied in a low voice.

For him, such a case is not surprising. The two brothers had a sordid affair, so that one died and the other pretended to be a burglary. In the era of better law and order, it seemed easier to understand.

The only thing that is not easy to understand is that the pr was able to determine the brother relationship between the murderer and the deceased. It took the police officer a long time to reluctantly accept this fact. As for the reason or something, he was not very clear.

Hayden mother and son hugged each other and cried bitterly. Once the emotion hidden in the chest is vented, it is like a lake blocked by a dam, and it is difficult to stop.

The police stood up gently, did not speak, but left the two people in the inner room.

He still has more work to do today.

The police throughout Stockholm have a lot to do today.

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(End of this chapter) (600000 Novels)