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

"Okay, Sinclair, you're sweating all over, go take a shower, I've prepared a sumptuous dinner."

Sheila clapped her hands, and took the small bag from Sinclair with some disgust.

These plaster works are very rough, and the surface is still powdered. They are all cheap things.

Sinclair took two steps, and seemed to think of something, turned around: "I don't want to take a bath, I want to lie on the bed and eat, and, Sheila, I hope you can call me Sinclair baby in the future, I love you! "

"If you love me, you have to take a bath first!" Sheila pinched Sinclair's cheek: "Little Sinclair, go take a bath, mommy loves you too."

Dean interrupted the boredom of the two.

He stood in front of Sinclair, grabbed her by the collar, carried her to the living room like a chicken, and at the same time said to Thompson who was sitting on the sofa watching the show: "Go get some cold water, more, Sinclair Something is wrong."

"Something's wrong?"

Although Thompson was puzzled, out of trust in Dean, he didn't have much, and ran directly to the kitchen.

Sinclair was dragged away, with an unhappy expression on his face, he grabbed and kicked Dean, and yelled, "Stinky Dean, what are you trying to do, mom, save me, Dean is going crazy, he's going to bully me!"

Sheila also quickly supported Sinclair who was struggling in mid-air, and looked at Dean speechlessly: "Dean, let go quickly, Sinclair is scared, this is not fun!"

She thought Dean was playing with Sinclair.

This guy was a problem student before, and he often played pranks on Thompson and Sinclair, and the only ones he was afraid of were her and Baker.

I didn't expect that after a period of maturity, I started to have a childish personality again today.

Dean even lazily picked up his mother and threw them on the sofa together, then held Sinclair, pulled her eyelids away, and said to Sheila who was struggling to get up: "Mom, this is not a joke, pay attention Look at Sinclair's eyeballs."

In Sinclair's big eye sockets, the pair of eyeballs turned irregularly like hula hoops, obviously out of focus.

This means that Sinclair, who seems to be able to talk normally, is actually in a state of drunkenness at this time, and his essential consciousness is not clear and confused.

"This is an obvious symptom of the drug, and it didn't take long to react. Otherwise, Sinclair hadn't been exposed to it before, so he would probably be very uncomfortable now."

His voice just fell.

vomit~

Sinclair suddenly gulped and retched.

Dean turned her over quickly with quick hands and eyes.

next moment.

Some sour water spat from Sinclair's mouth.

The expression on her face was no longer the same as before, and she became uncomfortable, and tears gushed out of her lacrimal glands uncontrollably, resembling drunken vomiting and withdrawal reactions.

It was Sinclair's body, its first resistance to the drug she had inhaled.

This process will last two to three days.

Carry it over.

That basically doesn't matter.

Once no abnormality is found, if you continue to touch the kind of stuff that makes people fall into a slightly drunk state, it's over.

See this situation.

Sheila realized the seriousness of the matter.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and her face darkened visibly to the naked eye.

At this moment.

Thompson also came with a basin of cold water, and very perceptively attached a towel.

Seeing Sinclair's state suddenly deteriorate.

Worry appeared in his eyes: "Why did Sinclair suddenly become like this?"

"Don't worry about this, go get some drinking water, we must help Sinclair metabolize the medicine in her body as soon as possible, so that she can feel better."

Dean reminded.

Only then did Sheila endure the anger in her heart, and helped Sinclair wipe his cheeks with a towel.

The effect of doing so did not significantly improve Sinclair's condition.

This woman who has always been strong couldn't help worrying at this moment: "Dean, why don't I call the doctor of the Farm Association, we have cooperation with him, we should keep it secret!"

Dean shook his head directly:

"No, not only can't call a doctor, but also can't call the police, otherwise Sinclair will leave a record on her body, and this will be her stain in the future."

Sinclair was only eleven years old.

She still has a lot of choices in the future. There is no need to leave a record of drug contact history on some of her files because of temporary discomfort.

Although the United States is very tolerant of drug addicts, it is just a drama that likes the prodigal son to return.

For normal people.

Prison, gambling, and drugs are not good experiences.

Others don't care what caused you, and the first impression will not be good.

Sheila only reacted after hearing Dean's explanation.

She still has some hesitation.

Compared to some innocuous records.

Sheila hopes that Sinclair can return to normal as soon as possible and not be so uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, this symptom is not serious, and it won't last long."

"you sure?"

"Sure!"

See Dean's tone of affirmation.

Sheila could only restrain her worries, and kept wiping Sinclair's neck and cheeks with a towel, trying to make her breathing less rapid and feel better.

Comfort mom.

Dean glanced at Thompson to give Sinclair water.

Judging from Sinclair's reaction, he should have inhaled chemical du.

Most people, when taking it for the first time, their heartbeat will speed up, their emotions will become agitated, and then they will feel dizzy, sweat all over their body, and enter an obvious negative state.

This process will take about an hour or two.

Drinking plenty of water can help speed up the action and impact of metabolic drugs on the body.

The three of them were poured with water and stimulated with cold water.

More than twenty minutes passed.

Sinclair's stressful state gradually disappeared.

She opened her eyes in a little confusion, and seeing Dean pressing herself on the sofa, her eyes widened at first, and then turned into a pitiful look: "Dean pervert, you actually stretched out your claws at your lovely sister, this is not allowed .”

Dean: "."

Sheila breathed a sigh of relief.

This tone and acting skills seem to be back to normal now, baby girl.

Thompson looked regretful.

Forgot to take the camera.

Otherwise, he could laugh at Sinclair for the rest of his life today!

eight pm.

The atmosphere in Old Li's house was somewhat dignified.

Sinclair sat pitifully on the sofa, hugging his Jiojio.

Just now.

She experienced the serious interrogation of the detective's second brother.

Prisoners still have human rights.

As a result, in front of my second brother, if I concealed a little in my words, I would be pointed out, and after that, my mother would slap her with a big slap full of concern for her children, which was printed on the place where she had the most flesh.

After two rounds.

Sinclair finally resigned to his fate, and took a few little sisters with him today, where to see handsome men, what to eat, what people he had close contact with, even if he went to the toilet, did he do anything special?

All of these were explained in as much detail as possible, without any concealment.

She didn't dare to hide anything.

Because my mother has put the double-barreled shotgun that she hasn't used for a long time on the table, and is carefully inspecting it before use, and my brother is also pressing the bullets into the magazine, looking like he is about to send someone on the road.

While Sinclair was touched by his family's concern for him, he was also a little apprehensive.

This is not going to kill people!

Think here.

Sinclair raised his head cautiously, and said cautiously: "We go to public places. Apart from shopping and eating, we just look at handsome guys together and talk about the latest gossip in the entertainment industry. There is really nothing wrong with it."

Dean glanced at the unfazed Sinclair, breathed a sigh of relief towards the magazine, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have already asked my colleagues, the companions and shop vendors you mentioned, to find them one by one. , before dawn tomorrow, there must be a result!"

Count the time.

Sinclair should have ingested the drug inadvertently around 4:00 to 5:00 this afternoon.

There may be unintentional second-hand drugs, burning and inhaling.

It may also be drugged by human traffickers.

The latter is more likely than the former.

Because in the United States, it is much more difficult to obtain narcotic drugs and prescription drugs than drugs.

At this point in time, not long from now, Sinclair and her little friends will have a deeper impression of the trajectory of their actions, and the investigation will be much easier.

Facing the chat between the two siblings.

Mama Sheila said nothing.

But the loaded double-barreled shotgun showed her attitude clearly.

Since her husband died in the line of duty.

Children are her taboo!

No one can enjoy the fresh air safely after hurting her daughter!

Although Thompson fights with Sinclair on weekdays, you must know that because of the age gap, he is the one who spends the most time with Sinclair among the four siblings.

It can be said,

This girl was raised by Thompson when she was a child.

If someone really wants to hurt his family.

This seemingly gentle fifteen-year-old boy would not hesitate to pick up the semi-automatic rifle given to him by his uncle and send those people to meet Satan.

Eight thirty-five in the evening.

In an atmosphere of silence.

Dean's cell phone on the table finally rang.

"Dean, I, Carlo, Lawrence, and the helper Hawke and others investigated the situation of your sister's companions in the fastest time, and asked them about their experiences in the afternoon.

Three of your sister's companions also showed stress symptoms after taking du for the first time.

It can basically be concluded at present.

The four of them should have inadvertently come into contact with drug powder while playing in the playground, causing accidental ingestion. "

"Very good!", Dean got up: "Go to the Anti-drug Division to borrow a few puppies, and wait for me at the playground!"

hang up the phone.

Dean looked at Sinclair: "Let's go, little unlucky bastard, the second brother will take you to find a place!"

Sinclair said with a bitter face: "Why do I feel that you want to take me to identify the crime scene?"

snap~

Mom Sheila gave her a headache before she looked at Dean: "Are you sure it's a problem with the playground?"

Thompson on the side continued, "Mom, the second inhalation of du will cause an impact and require a large amount of burning or distillation. In this case, it is impossible for Sinclair to survive at home.

So there is a high probability that it is the last few rides that she and her companions came into contact with. There is a problem!

Of course, it is not ruled out that someone has been drugged.

But if this is the case, Sinclair and her little sister should also have an accident, instead of being safe and sound now, they are just affected by some drugs. "

"good."

Dean nodded to his little brother in admiration: "Thompson is right. This time, maybe thanks to Sinclair, I can crack a drug possession case!"

It may be an accident to hear.

Only then did Sheila let go of the hand that grabbed the shotgun, leaned close to Dean's ear, and whispered, "If you find the culprit that caused all this, help me beat that person hard!"

"Mom, are you teaching me badly?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"If being bad guys can make you live a higher life, then I hope you are all bad!"

Sheila hugged her daughter, stuffed a small pistol into the hands of the dazed Sinclair, and then told Dean, "Protect Sinclair, go back early, me and Thompson is waiting for you at home!"

"Got it, mom!"

Dean grabbed Sinclair, who was excitedly playing with the pistol, held him in his arms, and walked outside.

The metabolism of children is much faster than that of adults, which is the main reason why they seldom take naps and are still energetic.

Sinclair has good physicality.

By the time Dean drove her to the playground, she had become alive and well again, and it was not at all apparent that she was still half-dead due to drug reactions an hour ago.

This is actually the reason why some people, who were drugged to induce du, didn't realize it at first.

Not a professional.

Even if you have symptoms, you will only think that you are not feeling well.

Just get some sleep.

By the time it has been ingested multiple times, a physical dependence has formed, and when something is wrong, it is basically too late.

The rejuvenated Sinclair looked around and touched his small pockets from time to time. His big eyes were full of anticipation, as if he wished that a thug would appear in front of her at this moment, so that he, who had only hunted and killed a little rabbit, could try to deal with it. The taste of people shooting.

Dean agrees that girls have the ability to protect themselves.

So he didn't raise objections to Sinclair's gun.

But out of consideration for your own safety.

He didn't allow this guy, Sinclair, to stand behind him.

Nine thirty in the evening.

Lawrence and the others, who hadn't seen each other for a few days, joined Dean with a Labrador drug detection dog.

Next to them is the person in charge of the playground who has already left work.

The other party was a middle-aged Mediterranean white man.

The playground is so big, it is impossible for everyone to search one by one.

So under the leadership of Sinclair, everyone walked the dog on a leash one by one, envied each other, searched the restaurant, and the person in charge helped everyone open some closed places, and testified by the way.

time flies.

Searched one by one.

Several drug detection dogs showed no abnormalities.

The person in charge was speechless and remained calm on the surface. While leading the way according to Sinclair's description, he said: "The last is the back door. Some people here will set up stalls, and we will charge some management fees."

During the conversation.

Sudden.

The drug-sniffing dog that Harry was holding stopped, his nose twitched, and finally pulled him, rushed to an open space next to the fountain of the pool, and finally wandered in circles.

"Sinclair, what's going on here, do you have any impression?"

Dean's eyes lit up.

found it!