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

"FK, this is the first time I have seen such a disgusting way to die."

After arriving at the scene, members of the forensics department all showed expressions of surprise or disgust. Apparently they could not bear the tragic impact of the deceased.

Holtz, an old acquaintance of Dean's, was among them.

At a glance, he saw Dean hanging on those shelves. He quietly stepped forward and wanted to make a surprise attack on Dean's butt. As a result, his little hand was caught as soon as he got close.

"Hey, stop it, it's me, Holtz!"

Holtz grinned in pain and begged for mercy.

When Dean heard a familiar voice, he let go and turned around, saying hello with a smile: "Long time no see, Holtz, have you found a girlfriend?"

As he spoke, he looked at Holtz.

This guy was originally short and thin, but now he looks even thinner. His cheeks are sunken, his eyes are bulging, and under his loose collar, there are patches of red and bruised strawberry marks, giving him a feeling of frailty and nightlife. The impression of overindulgence.

Holtz perked up when he heard about his girlfriend.

He shook his painful knuckles, raised his eyebrows at Dean, and said proudly: "Dean, have you also heard the rumors about my girlfriend's beauty and wildness?"

Before, he had always envied Dean for being the groom every day, but now he has finally become frightened, and now he is somewhat showing off.

Dean shrugged: "I'm not blind, you just went shirtless and showed off the strawberry marks on your neck. By the way, weren't you a pervert before? Why did you suddenly think of finding a partner?"

Although Holtz looked thin before, his complexion was still healthy, but now he looks like a small horse pulling a big cart, and he is overestimating his ability.

"Hehe~"

Holtz's little thoughts were seen through, and he smiled sheepishly: "Didn't you think that you were not tall and handsome before, so you couldn't muster the courage to strike up a conversation? It's different now!"

"oh?"

Dean glanced at Holtz, who looked even more vulgar than before, and said unceremoniously: "Sorry, man, I can't see that you are more handsome now."

Holtz shrugged: "Yes, but I'm thick-skinned now."

This is what he learned from Dean: shameless people are invincible.

Try again and again.

Sure enough, I got what I wanted and met a great person.

In Holtz's heart, Dean has been regarded as his life mentor and guiding light.

Seeing Dean back this time, Holz was happier than anyone else, and he wanted to learn more from Dean and make progress in his life.

Simple greetings.

Holtz saw that his colleagues were already investigating the condition of the body, so he returned to the topic and said: "Dean, you should have checked the entire scene, right?"

He knew what Dean was capable of, and asking now would save a lot of trouble when the autopsy was done later.

Dean nodded:

"The deceased was a male, about 1.78 meters tall, and his appearance was so mutilated that it was difficult to directly identify the deceased. However, based on the degree of wear and tear on the molars and incisors of the deceased, it was roughly inferred that the deceased was about forty years old.

The exposed ring finger of the deceased's left hand had a slight deformity and a complete shape. It should be that the ring finger of the left hand was injured during the developmental stage, resulting in deformed development.

Some of the exposed ribs of the deceased showed signs of fracture and healing, indicating that he had suffered severe gunshot wounds before.

In addition, there were more than thirty flesh and blood holes on the deceased's body. The main injured location should be the abdomen, where the flesh and blood showed signs of being eaten from the outside in.

Therefore, the deceased was most likely killed by a group of specially bred rats that penetrated the body from the abdomen and gnawed him to death while he was still alive.

Those rats used his body as a granary and opened up their esophagus everywhere, causing his current strange state of death.

As for the time of death”

Dean paused slightly and said with some uncertainty:

"Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for an average person to survive such an injury for too long. The blood loss alone would be fatal, but there were no signs of massive bleeding at the scene.

What’s even more strange is that the deceased’s body has the characteristics of body tissue that has just died, and also has the characteristics of rotting body tissue that has lost its activity for more than seven days.

I suspect that he was imprisoned in this basement by the murderer, using drugs to control the deceased's injuries and hanging him for life.

The murderer hoped that the deceased would feel his body being eaten bit by bit, so as to frighten him, make him despair, and make him repent to the greatest extent. Maybe the murderer even placed a mirror in front of the deceased so that he could watch himself being eaten bit by bit. Lose! "

"So cruel?" Holtz couldn't help but pick his teeth after hearing this: "Dean, do you think this is a vendetta?"

Dean spoke so vividly that it made his scalp tingle.

This guy, who understands the murderer’s mental state at the time, wouldn’t he have done similar things?

Dean saw fear flashing through Holtz's eyes as he looked at him, thinking that he was just afraid of the murderer's cruelty. He didn't think much about it and nodded: "Well, it cannot be ruled out that the deceased went through very cruel torture before death. Before you came, I checked the entire scene and it was very clean. Holz, I need you to help me identify the deceased as soon as possible."

He suspected that the deceased was Barnaby himself, but the details needed to be verified. Now he could only call Daisy to help investigate Barnaby's financial flow.

Holtz nodded quickly: "No problem, I will follow the body back first, provide the autopsy results as soon as possible, and leave the scene to my colleagues for processing."

After saying that, he cheered up and went to work with his colleagues.

It's okay if Dean doesn't talk about the case. When it comes to the case, Holz feels a sense of professional pressure to be crushed when facing Dean. He occasionally wonders if this guy is proficient in criminal psychology at such a young age and might be a pervert in his own right.

See Holtz arrive.

After Dean said hello, he left the basement with the two patrol officers who handed over the camera.

This kind of killing method is not something novices can do.

The murderer must be very familiar with the anatomy of the human body and proficient in pharmacology.

The scene seemed complete, but in fact no directional traces were left.

So staying here is a waste of time.

But no matter how clean the scene is, it has no effect on a pervert with high IQ like Dean.

He already had the perfect model characteristics of the murderer in his mind.

There is no perfect crime in the world, only theoretical perfection without being convicted.

No matter what, as long as it is done, even if it leaves no trace, there is nothing to stop the master from deducing the information he needs from the results.

For example, the deceased was really the lawyer Barnaby.

This shows that Barnaby was attacked just after leaving the police station.

The murderer has been watching him!

Barnaby is the old landlord and lawyer who died before, and she is also engaged in some unscrupulous accomplice and exploitation business.

The two people had accidents one after another, which makes people think of the hidden story here.

In addition, this basement is Barnaby's privacy at first glance.

An excellent lawyer has a delicate mind and rigorous logic, which are essential professional characteristics, but in this case, his home was still stolen, and he even died in his own secret place.

This shows that the murderer may be an acquaintance of Barnaby and is very familiar with him.

The remaining mice, life-sustaining drugs, etc. are all things that need to be prepared long in advance.

All these are telling Dean that this murder is a serial revenge murder with a clear goal.

The old landlady was secretly laundering money for the Chinese gangster Hua Qing Gang, but even after she died for so long, the Hua Qing Gang turned a blind eye. Even before the old landlady died, she was actually handling the money laundering channels of the Chinese gangster. medicine.

All these abnormal reactions indicate that the Huaqing Gang behind the old landlady must know something!

The Huaqing Gang is the breakthrough in the case!

Return to the ground.

Dean said a few nice words about free money, and after confirming that the case was over and mentioning the two's assistance, he said goodbye to the two poor tool patrol officers who were shocked.

Lawrence was asked by him to go to the property company and ask for monitoring of community roads.

For the Huaqing Gang, Dean can only take action himself.

"Once Harry and Carlo are hospitalized, there will be a serious shortage of manpower."

Dean sighed, drove Carlo's broken car, and prepared to leave the community.

Because of the big bang.

In the originally quiet community, there were many people who were huddled at home and not going to work. Seeing that the police had taken control of the scene and there was no danger, they all came out to watch the excitement.

Dean could only slow down.

When passing by the house where the party was held before, he subconsciously glanced at it, and then frowned.

Perhaps it was because the bombing attracted onlookers and reporters.

There was not a single person in the originally lively courtyard of the house. There were only some messy tableware, snacks and desserts that had not been cleaned up, telling outsiders that the place was very lively just now.

But that wasn't why Dean frowned.

The reason why he frowned was that he found that inside the big house, whether it was the first or second floor windows, all the heavy curtains were drawn, and it was dead silent, without the slightest movement.

Dean's hearing was unusual.

This is very wrong!

Think about it.

Dean took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of bald patrolman Hawke, asking him to find a reliable informant, use a public phone booth to make a report to the police station, and bring some people over.

This was originally the area that the police station focused on patrolling.

Within ten minutes, Hawke arrived at the scene with two police cars.

He greeted Dean warmly, and then said slightly excitedly: "Man, I heard about the explosion happening here. It's a pity that I'm not patrolling here, otherwise I would have come here long ago. Have you made any unexpected discoveries now?"

Dean nodded and pointed to the building in front: "There used to be a group of young people here holding informal parties, which was very lively. Now the situation is a little strange."

Hawke was a little disappointed when he heard that it had nothing to do with the explosion, but nodded and said: "No problem, I have asked someone to call the police to report this place, and because there is a shortage of patrol guys here, I arrived in advance and the nearby guys also called the police. Look, mine."

After speaking, Hawke waved to the younger brother beside him.

In high-end communities, even the police will be very passive if you enter someone else's home without permission, but if someone reports it and comes to check, it will be different.

This is the flexibility of case handling.

The two patrol officers who responded to the call nodded and stepped forward, opened the still crude assembled law enforcement instruments on their shoulders, walked to the house, and rang the doorbell: "LAPD"

After ringing the bell several times, there was no answer.

The two patrol policemen could only look at the boss Hawke and Dean beside them.

Dean walked to the electric meter of the house, looked at it, and with a simple gesture, asked the two patrolmen to find an excuse and prepare to break the door.

The two patrolmen who followed Hawke were also experienced.

One of them sniffed at the camera, pretending to be confused, and said with a serious face: "I seem to smell blood, report it to the command center, and prepare to break down the door."

Surface work goes well.

The two burly policemen aimed at the door lock and kicked it several times without opening the door. Then they smashed a window and got in with guns blazing.

next moment.

Exclamations came from inside the house: "FK, FK!"

There is something really going on inside!

The people who heard the shouting outside quickly rushed over with guns in hand and approached the window. Through the gap between the body of the patrolman who had just entered, they saw a horrifying scene:

On the ceiling, countless thin lines hang down, hanging naked young people in the air, as if they are on a platter, combining these lifeless corpses of men and women into a JB pointing an angry finger at the sky!

Lawrence wiped his eyes with horror in his eyes: "So many people have died, something big is going to happen!"

Dean was equally horrified.

Among the hanging corpses, he saw many young faces he had seen before.

But how is this possible?

Dean and Carlo just passed by here about two hours ago, but two hours later, the place turned out to be like this?

When I glanced at the corpses, there were no fewer than twenty.

How did the murderer lure everyone into the room, kill these young people, and then assemble them into their current appearance and hang them up in such a short period of time?

To know.

Because of the explosion, reporters kept sneaking in here, as well as some community residents who had not gone out.

The killer has difficulty using machinery.

How did he do that?

subconsciously.

Dean thought of the murderer who killed the body in the basement.

Is there any connection between the two?

This kind of scene is no longer something Lawrence can handle.

After entering the house, looking at the hanging 'art work', several people looked at Dean.

Lawrence was a little worried and said: "Dean, there are many reporters in this community now. If things here are exposed, we will face great pressure."

Dean nodded: "Report each one's report, first find a way to clear out those reporters, so that the people above will have a headache."

Too many people died.

And these people are all children of wealthy people who are doing well in society.

Half an hour later.

The entire community was cordoned off. Not only did people from the Detective Bureau and the district police station come, but several senior officials also brought FBI members who heard the news and led their teams to the scene, semi-blocking off the community.

The senior management of the property management company who had been impressive before also rushed to the scene in a panic.

This is a big incident that is enough to shock the entire Los Angeles. It cannot be resisted by just one department.

Things are getting big!