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

Now that I know about the Miniature Model Murderer, I communicated with the victim through the Internet.

The case also has a clear goal.

In fact, most people don't know that the Internet seems to be hidden, but this is for professionals.

For non-professionals, their self-righteous secrets are actually like fireflies in the dark night, as long as they leave traces, they will be tracked to reality.

A few years ago, in New York, the FBI had already found out the other party's network IP address.

If not a step slower.

Moreover, the other party was also very concealed in reality, cutting off all clues.

There is no longer a current story.

Now it is different.

The opponent came out of the arena again, and did not realize his fatal flaw.

This may be a good opportunity to end the opponent!

Daisy is a master at this.

Dean immediately asked Holz to transfer the account information obtained from Jonny Dennison to Daisy.

In fact, the forensic department also has professionals in this field.

But he may not always stay in the police department, and the forensics department will not always serve him. Dean feels that he must train and train his subordinates in advance.

afternoon.

Daisy is busy.

Dean raised his feet and chatted with Cheston about his experience after joining the FBI.

With a tired face, Harry finally returned to the police station listlessly with the help of Carlo, who was holding back his laughter.

Seeing that he was physically and mentally exhausted, Dean couldn't help being a little surprised: "Harry, didn't I say, stop the action, why do you still look like you've been drained?"

Harry looked bitter: "When I saw your phone call, I had just finished."

"Wow~"

Dean whistled: "Well, congratulations on taking the shortcut in life. I hope you will not live too comfortably and choose to resign. After all, you are my right-hand man."

He could see that Harry wasn't getting what he wanted.

But it doesn't prevent him from pretending to be stupid, and at the same time, using some words that don't cost money, he draws big cakes to his subordinates to show that he values ​​it.

Daisy also stopped what she was doing, biting a lollipop, her eyes curious.

Has Harry found a long-term meal ticket?

Real name envy!

Harry smiled dryly, didn't speak, and sat wearily in his seat, looking at his kidney-deficiency face reflected on the black screen of the computer, and fell into a daze.

see.

Daisy's gossiping heart boiled, she looked curiously at Carlo, who was holding back her laughter, and said in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Carlo obviously held back all the way, took a deep breath, suppressed the irrepressible smile on his face, and said in a very hypocritical sympathetic tone:

"Likeris, the ex-wife of the victim Jonny Dennison, directly exposed the identity of Detective Harry after Harry's hard work, saying that she didn't like being deceived, and left Harry a $50 punch fare, and left."

hiss~

Daisy gasped.

It's no wonder that Harry not only looked physically exhausted, but also mentally sluggish, and he didn't feel the joy of eating soft food at all.

It turned out that he was prostituted by a 50-year-old aunt for nothing!

She seemed to see the dream of a dream-chasing boy, ruthlessly shattered by reality.

Dean also looked at Harry sympathetically.

This bitch, Liklis, is not a good person. After whoring Harry, she only gave him fifty dollars to humiliate him, not even a hundred dollars. It's inhumane!

Carlo finished talking about the joy he had held back all the way, and he was satisfied and hypocritical: "Boss Dean, I think Harry should get more of this month's bonus. He needs some spiritual comfort from us."

"It makes sense. I see that you love Harry so much, so just give him your bonus."

Dean smirked.

Carlo, this guy, has also learned badly recently.

Carlo: "."

Cheston, who was on the side, looked at the people who were in harmony with each other with some envy.

Before he joined the FBI, he thought he was superior to others and finally had the opportunity to accomplish what he wanted to do since he was a child.

As a result, reality gave him a blow.

Less money and more affairs as cannon fodder is the portrayal of low-level detectives.

The only ones who are really good are those senior agents and executives who have made use of their status to befriend a lot of dignitaries and celebrities.

"If only I could hang out with Dean."

This idea first appeared in the mind of this immature young detective.

He lowered his head, hesitating a little, whether he should wait until the case is over, take the initiative to find Dean, reveal his thoughts, and worry that because of the previous incident, Dean will look down on him.

All of a sudden.

Cheston's face was full of confusion.

He didn't notice that a pair of eyes, with a little surprise, passed by him inadvertently.

It was approaching evening.

Dean, a big dog, generously ordered takeaway for everyone.

The money on his body was handled by the Lucchese family of the New York mafia, and he only paid a small amount of taxes. Now there are more than 10 million US dollars left, which is enough for Dean to squander for a long time.

Might be the incentive for good food.

Daisy finally found what Dean wanted when the food was delivered to the branch.

She calls Dean to the computer:

"Dean, I searched all of Jonny Dennison's social accounts, logged into the website, and found an online mini-game chat room where he was addicted to for a while before creating lace works!"

"Small game chat room?"

"Yes, it's similar to Game of Kings, but it's all more privacy-oriented. However, because it's been too long, Jonny Dennison may have cleaned up the memory. I can't find the previous chat history, but I'm deep in the folder of his computer. , found this."

As she said that, Daisy opened a computer file: "Perhaps because Jonny Dennison has many secrets, he can't tell the people around him, so he uses the computer as a notebook, and often records some of his own in hidden folders. Worries and complaints."

The document she opened was a monologue dated more than three years ago:

It was the first time I met someone who understood me so well.

He is like a lighthouse in the mist, and for my small boat that lost its direction in life, he saw the hope of land again.

His tone of affirming that I can succeed gave me a lot of confidence.

There are indeed very few lace works at present.

And find a pair of lace and observe closely, is it similar to scientific research?

This is a very unique suggestion.

Spending money to operate, did not achieve any effect.

This method also has hidden dangers and will become a stain on my future.

Maybe I should take this friend's advice.

Just his internet code name, which is weird.

demon!

Such a kind person like him actually called himself a devil.

I guess he must have a bad past.

If I succeed.

Then I must ask Mr. Devil out and give him redemption and warmth.

The only thing that confuses me is.

When I tried to talk about this matter, he actually said that if I can succeed, it will be a help to him.

He is really kind!

Thanks to the Internet for allowing me to know Mr. Devil.

"Devil?" Dean's mouth turned up.

What an apt title.

The diary left by Jonny Dennison on the computer was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise, and it also helped Dean confirm his guess.

The miniature model murderer indeed selects targets through the Internet, and then turns these "dream chasers" who have changed their minds into his own works, so as to satisfy some of his dark desires.

This is why he told Jonny Dennison that as long as he succeeds, it will help him.

The seeds she sowed bear fruit.

It's delicious when you enjoy it.

"Jony Dennison probably left more than a thousand entries in his diary. I found this one through his frequent logins to those chat rooms. If I want to check them all, it will probably take at least one or two hours."

Daisy pouted, looking at Dean expectantly.

so much?

Seeing Daisy's expression, Dean said angrily, "Got it, go and eat, I'll see for myself."

"Hee hee, Dean, that's very kind of you."

Daisy left the good card without sincerity, and rushed to the conference room.

in a blink.

In the office, Dean was left alone.

He lit a cigarette and began to read from the diary that Daisy had found.

Follow the modus operandi of the Miniature Murderer.

The next victim will appear tomorrow.

Although Dean doesn't care about the 'metabolism' of the American people, he doesn't want anyone in his jurisdiction to challenge his authority as a detective!

If the other party doesn't know what to do, the second victim will also choose the central sub-bureau area.

Then Dean will not be stingy and give the opponent a bullet with a pure steel warhead!

Just as Dean works his way up the case.

On the top of a high-rise building, two figures, each standing in a bunker, holding guns, under the illumination of the rainbow lights at night, the atmosphere is subtle.

far away.

The light beams of the giant lighthouse on the coastline pierced the sky in the dark night, leading the way for the ships sailing at night.

Glittering shadows streaked low in the sky.

The figure of a passenger plane, looming in the clouds, broke the delicate atmosphere between the two.

"Who the hell are you?"

Among them, the black-haired young man with a thin body and an uneasy expression on his face finally exhausted his patience and spoke first.

He thought he was hiding it well.

But the woman opposite, like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of him, and told his biggest secret.

But the other party is not from the police, he just asked himself to go to the same place with her.

This made the man who had always regarded himself as a hunter very uneasy.

The two chapters are nearly 8,000 words, and there is another chapter, the dog thief has something to eat before coding, everyone can read it tomorrow.

By the way, I recommend a book.

This was written by a book friend. He was dissatisfied with the update of the dog thief.

This is exactly the same as the dog thief two years ago when he was dissatisfied with getting out of bed twice a day and started writing a book by himself.

Interested book friends, you can leave a message for this brother, give a recommendation ticket, or bookmark and support it.

The dog thief took a brief look.

This book friend definitely has writing skills, and the first time he wrote it, he was able to sign a contract at the starting point, which also shows his talent.

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