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

After Dean's friendly exchanges, lawyer Barnaby's neighbor not only cooperated in telling what he knew about the situation, but also let Dean and others check the recent surveillance video of his home.

According to the neighbors.

He hadn't seen Barnaby for more than ten days.

This guy has been on annual leave recently and has been staying at home, so the information he provided is very credible.

On the contrary, there is nothing gained from monitoring.

Because the scope of the surveillance only included the neighbor's yard, and he did not dare to aim it at the road, so as not to involve troubles such as privacy, so besides discovering that this guy was flirting with the newsboy who delivered letters every day, Dean was an unscrupulous person. Lao Dengwai found nothing else.

Say goodbye to grimacing neighbors.

Dean is going to contact the patrol officer of the property company to learn about the progress.

Come as soon as you see him.

The patrolman who had just realized something, seemed to have seen a savior and ran to Dean for help: "Detective Dean, help, I need help..."

He is a tall and thin man and looks a little frail.

"Selami, what's wrong? Aren't you responsible for contacting the property company in this community? Is there anyone threatening you?" The fat patrolman who was following Dean looked at his companion asking for help strangely.

Patrolman Salami, who asked for help, said aggrievedly: "The property management company didn't cooperate with me, so I followed Detective Dean's method and threatened them. Now they are planning to file a complaint against me at the police station."

Fat Patrolman: "."

Dean: "."

What do you mean by learning my method?

I'm suing you for slander!

Dean rolled his eyes: "Your name is Salami, right? Can you tell me why you would think of threatening a property company responsible for properties in high-end communities?"

Real estate companies here in the United States are no joke.

Their ingredients are generally very complex, they belong to the ever-growing gold mining industry, they are closely related to the courts and police stations, and their ingredients may be related to all three religions and nine streams.

A small patrolman went to threaten the other party, fearing that he would get ashes if he tried to guard the road.

All I can say is that if such a funny thing happens, it’s all the fault of police personnel.

In order to make it easier for the people below to work hard and not put so much thought into it, when the police station recruits people, they will specially select those with strong limbs and simple minds to join the job.

This has also led to some ridiculous things often happening to American patrol officers in the future, and even being secretly filmed into funny videos for netizens to laugh at.

The tall and lanky patrolman Salami is undoubtedly a standard road donut patrolman.

Hearing Dean's question, he looked aggrieved: "But Detective Dean, didn't you also threaten that rich guy?"

“Dude, come on, didn’t you see that family photo in this rich guy’s living room?

The reason I dared to ask the rich man like this was because as long as I followed the procedures and legally brought him back to the police station, and then went to his company to ask a few random questions, it would bring him invisible reputational trouble.

He has several children, and he probably still needs to pay off the mortgage on the house, so a smart person like him will only make the right choices, but why should the property company be afraid of you, a small patrol officer? "

"ah"

Not only was Selami dumbfounded after hearing this, but the other fat patrolman was also dumbfounded.

It turns out that Detective Dean's seemingly lawless and domineering operation has so many twists and turns, but the core is actually bullying the weak and fearing the strong?

Seeing the two of them dumbfounded, Dean sighed and patted their shoulders: "Guys, if you want to go further on the police road, you must learn how to show your iron-blooded attitude of fighting and retreating. .”

Let's fight and retreat?

The two nodded in understanding, touched their heads, and felt a little itchy.

These two guys have no brains.

Dean chose to give up.

He took out his mobile phone and called Lawrence, asking him to take over Salami's job and first get the surveillance video from the property company.

Finished the phone call.

The fire brigade finally arrived at the explosion site.

Also coming together were reporters who smelled the fishy smell and used their magical powers to sneak in.

Dean ignored the reporters who were struggling with the patrol officers. After the flames in the house were suppressed by the fire water cannons, he waved his hand and led two donut patrol officers, holding tools, regardless of the high temperature that was still steaming. Go to the location of the utility room of the house.

This place is located behind the living room of the house, away from the front of the explosion impact, and is less affected. There are only some charred wood blocks of dilapidated houses, but you can still clearly see an underground iron door entrance that is probably hidden under the tattered carpet.

There's a basement there!

"Move the debris!"

Dean waved his hand, took the tools, and took the initiative to get busy.

The two donut policemen looked at each other and could see the surprise in each other's eyes!

How did Detective Dean know there was a secret room here?

They didn't know that among all the common sense instilled in the tracking skills, there was the explosion echo, so when the explosion occurred, Dean heard that there was space below the location of the secret room!

The two little Kalami naturally didn't expect Dean to be so arrogant. They felt that this handsome detective was far more mysterious and powerful than the rumored image. They didn't dare to delay any longer and hurriedly followed to help, hoping that Dean would take a liking to him. From then on, I got a promotion and a salary increase, and reached the pinnacle of my life..

The three people worked for about ten minutes, and finally cleared out a space of about nine square meters in the mess.

Looking at the two little patrol officers who were unsteady in the hot environment, Dean had no choice but to let the two of them go aside to rest. He called two unfamiliar faces again, took the tools, and pried open the iron on the ground. Big door lock.

It seems to be a closed space inside.

The moment the iron door was opened, a stream of rotten-smelling air rushed up from below and suffocated the two patrolmen who were gloating over the misfortune.

Strong smell.

The two rolled their eyes and fainted without even having the instinct to vomit.

Dean was speechless.

Okay, two more consumables were poured down.

He could only signal to Salami and the two who had just regained some strength, drag the two patrolmen on the ground aside, and let them go to the car to get a small camera and ask for some gas masks.

Fortunately, Los Angeles has money and sufficient equipment packages for patrol officers.

These things are found on police cars.

Wait until the smell in the underground space has dissipated.

Dean wore a gas mask, borrowed a pistol, and walked down first. Salami and the other two fixed the cameras on their shoulders and followed Dean, holding guns in both hands and nervously coming down one after another.

However, the two Karami did not turn on the pistol safety.

It's not that they didn't want to, but Dean warned them before coming down that they were not allowed to turn on the safety of the pistol unless they encountered a situation.

After all, Dean just wanted the two of them to be witnesses, and he didn't want to fall in front of danger when he was in danger. Instead, he fell to his colleagues in panic and bullets flying behind them.

The underground passage is equipped with rough steel steps.

Every time the three of them take a step, there will be a heavy thump in response to the transmission, giving people an increasingly tense environment.

I don't know what is in the underground space. Even if it is ventilated for a while, the unpleasant smell mixed with putrid and pungent chemicals becomes stronger the further down you go.

Even wearing a gas mask, Dean's keen sense of smell could still smell the smell, and he could only hold his breath and move forward.

About three or four meters down, the steps began to level out.

Crunch~

There was a solid feeling of stepping on the wooden floor.

Pa~

A sensor incandescent light came on, causing the two patrol officers behind Dean to subconsciously close their eyes.

next moment.

Zhizhizhi~

Chaotic sounds came from the front.

It turned out to be a big rat the size of an adult's hand with a long tail behind it.

These mice seemed to have not seen the light for a long time. Stimulated by the sudden light of the incandescent lamp, they ran around like crazy, leaving a series of dark red stains on the soft ground.

Dean didn't care to look around, he turned around and shouted loudly: "It's safe, don't shoot!"

Thanks to him for shouting like that.

The two little Karami behind them, stimulated by the light and the barking of the rats, had already opened the safety.

I'm afraid if Dean comes up with some other backgrounds first, he might really enjoy the joy of backstabbing.

"Huh~ I'm scared to death!"

"What the hell are these rats? They are so big!"

The two of them relaxed and adapted to the stimulation of the light. They used the topic to shift the embarrassment on their faces.

Compared to the calm and composed Detective Dean, the two of them acted too hot just now.

Dean ignored the two tool men and began to carefully examine the surrounding environment.

This is a simple underground space over three meters high and as big as an ordinary middle school classroom.

strictly speaking.

This is more like a cellar.

The passage we just came down was made up of some simple steel stairs assembled without railing protection. The bottom was a wooden floor, which was poorly maintained. There were signs of decay in some places, exposing the soil under the wooden boards.

Where the three of them came down, the board should have a sensor setting.

Looking forward, there are rows of shelves.

There are some blue folders on the shelf, and there are labels under each compartment. When I look closer, I find that they are dates.

Dean put on his gloves, took out a document and looked at it, and found that it was filled with contracts, account books, and some simple records with secret words.

This is where all of Barnaby's secrets are supposed to be hidden.

Dean glanced at the six large shelves and said behind him: "Follow me and keep the camera focused."

After saying that, he followed the black and red footprints left by the mice on the wooden board, passed through the wooden frames that obscured his view, and finally came to the innermost part of the basement.

There is a simple wooden table and chairs with office equipment.

A bloody corpse, wrapped in tattered clothes, was sitting in a slumped position, with its head held high, its mouth enlarged, and the black hole on its face staring straight at the direction of the trail.

As soon as Dean turned the corner, his field of vision happened to meet the black hole of the corpse with missing eyes. Even though he was brave, his heart still skipped a beat and his heart beat a lot faster.

"FK!"

"Oh my God!"

The two patrol officers who followed him were so frightened that they were discovered at this corner.

This special environment and the miserable corpse were really scary.

"Stop screaming, just stand here and keep the camera focused." Dean said angrily and asked for a small camera to be tied to his head before he carefully walked to the body and squatted down.

The death state of the corpse was somewhat miserable.

The clothes were in tatters, with obvious signs of chewing, and the exposed skin and flesh were even more torn, covered with teeth marks left by rodents.

Needless to say, these are the work of those big black rats.

They use corpses as food.

Several plump white maggots, seemingly sensing the movement coming from outside, emerged from the dark eye sockets of the corpse, with moist black-red liquid at their tails.

Such an unrecognizable corpse was even unrecognizable to the mother.

Dean pursed his lips and stretched out his hand, ready to see if he could find anything that could identify the deceased.

next moment.

The originally motionless corpse's throat suddenly bulged, as if a zombie was breathing in and coming back to life.

Dean's scalp was numb and he quickly pulled away.

This was the first time he had seen this strange scene.

next moment.

A black shadow rushed out from the corpse's mouth, drew an arc in mid-air, fell to the ground, and quickly disappeared under the cover of those shelves.

It's like a signal.

From the abdominal cavity of the originally peaceful corpse and other parts of the body, jet-black, shiny mouse heads emerged one after another. Under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, they looked like gophers emerging from the ground. They were spread all over the body. , his small scarlet eyes looked directly at the three Deans.

This scene is weird and terrifying. No matter how brave you are, you will feel a tingling, dazed and disgusting feeling. It will rush from the soles of your feet to your head, and then from your heart to the skin of your body, turning into goosebumps. It will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

"grass!"

Dean took several steps back and didn't stop until he bumped into the two people behind him.

The two little patrol policemen standing at the corner had even more pale faces, as if they had seen a blasphemous scene that could not be looked directly at. Their whole bodies went limp and they fell down at the slightest touch. They held on to prevent themselves from fainting.

So fucking scary.

Who has ever seen rats suddenly popping out of a person's body?

Just thinking about it makes my head tingle.

Zhizhi~

These rats were probably confused by eating meat.

After a long while, under the call of his companions in the darkness, Hula La emerged from under the bloody holes, pushed aside the clothes covering the body, leaving a dark hole of flesh and blood, and fled away.

"Ugh~"

The two little patrol policemen finally couldn't bear it anymore and lay down on the smelly wooden board and vomited.

Dean clenched his fists, and after stabilizing his still numb mind, he looked at the two unlucky men with sympathy, and did not even have the slightest idea of ​​scolding them for polluting the scene.

This scene is really disgusting and weird, and even the knowledgeable forensic doctors in the forensic department may not be able to withstand it.

He took a deep breath, endured the discomfort, squatted next to the body again, and looked at the body carefully.

Influenced by those rats that rush out.

The clothes originally covering the abdomen of the corpse were partially lifted.

Only then did Dean notice the details that he had not noticed just now.

The left hand of the deceased was covering his abdomen. Underneath was an inconspicuous blood hole. The surrounding area was moist, and there was a black-red liquid that glowed like asphalt under the light. Wrinkles could also be seen in the gaps between the incomplete finger bones. Flesh and blood tissue remains.

That's the large intestine.

A picture emerged in Dean's mind:

For unknown reasons, the deceased was leaning in a corner, with injuries to his abdomen and unable to move.

A group of hungry rats gathered together at the smell of blood and burrowed into the wound on the deceased's abdomen.

Fresh intestines flowing out.

The deceased tried his best to stuff his intestines back, but his stretched out left hand became part of the rat's meal.

Hiss~

Dean gasped, goosebumps rising all over his body.

No wonder there was so much wet black-red liquid left at the scene.

Too cruel!

The deceased had not been dead for long at all!

He watched those rats crawling all over his body, and felt those rats eating his large intestine, his watery eyeballs, and his fresh internal organs bit by bit, before he died of pain! ! !

Even Dean, who was a prolific murderer, had witnessed such an extremely cruel method of death for the first time in his past life.

Because this is too difficult to achieve.

Killing is very simple.

But it is not easy to let a person die after feeling the greatest pain.

Dean's mind couldn't help but think of the murderer's motive for the murder.

revenge!

It’s definitely a blood feud!