MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 182 freak love

  Chapter 182 Deformed Love

  The current police and FBI have only a severed hand for the ogre.

   Wants to find the ogre.

   It is necessary to find out who the owner of the severed hand is?

  Why did the severed hand appear in the trash can on the commercial street?

   These two points can help the police locate the range and movements of the ogre.

   It's worth noting.

  The trash cans in the commercial street here are surrounded by many restaurants and restaurants, and there are often leftover food in them, so the homeless people search diligently.

   According to surveillance on street corners.

  Merck may gain something.

  When Dean was about to leave for get off work.

   The people from the identification department finally arrived.

  Merck stepped forward to communicate with them.

  Dean said hello to the patrolmen like Bald Hawk, and then disappeared.

the next day.

  After enjoying Sheila's breakfast, Dean drove his own bulletproof Hummer towards the police station.

nine in the morning.

   Just arrived downstairs in the office.

  I saw yesterday's FBI senior agent Merck, squatting at the elevator entrance, his eye sockets sunken and blackened, and there were cigarette butts all over the floor.

  He sees Dean, his tired eyes light up.

   "Inspector Dean, you are here!"

  Dean was a little puzzled: "Agent Merck? Are you?"

  Merke showed embarrassment on his face: "I need your help, Inspector Dean!"

  Dean was even more confused: "Dude, am I not helping you?"

   "The case of the ogre has become troublesome!"

  Merck throws away the cigarette butt:

   "The severed hand found last night was posted online by the crowd.

  Someone broke the news about what the ogre demon had committed before.

  Although colleagues from the Internet Investigation Section dealt with those few posts, they still aroused the attention and random speculation of Los Angeles netizens. "

   Dean frowned:

   "There is a problem with this.

  Even the homeless man who found Halfhand only knew that it was human remains, and those onlookers should not know that it was the work of the ogre. "

   "Yes!", Merck nodded a little bored, expressing his inferred approval of Dean:

   "I suspect this is a provocation from the ogre demons.

  He wants to show his presence in Los Angeles.

   More troublesome.

  Yesterday, my partner and I wanted to check the monitoring on the street corner, but found that neither the surrounding shops nor the monitoring on the street corner covered the location of the trash can.

  We have no way of knowing who the person who abandoned the severed hand is! "

  Merck is under a lot of pressure right now.

   It doesn't matter that an ogre shows up in Los Angeles.

  The problem is this guy committed a crime.

   It’s okay to commit a crime.

  Because under normal circumstances, this case could have been blamed on the police department.

  But because of my partner's recklessness yesterday, the Los Angeles branch didn't even report the case to the police and detectives, so it was directly thrown to the FBI.

  It was early this morning.

  Merck was scolded by his immediate boss, saying that if the ogre continues to be arrogant, then the person in charge of this case should be prepared to take the blame.

   This makes the middle-aged Merck very distressed.

  He doesn't want to be unemployed in middle age.

  When Dean heard the words, thoughts flashed in his eyes.

  Severed hands, out of monitoring, the first time netizens broke the news.

   Logically.

   This is the cannibal demon, preparing to appear in front of people, and to show his existence to his believers.

  But when Dean heard it, he discovered the problem.

  He looked up at the tired-looking Merce, and said with a smile: "It should be the next day that you followed the ogre to this side, right?"

  Merck nodded:

   "To be precise, today is the third day.

  We received information before that a woman met an ogre demon at the XX bar in Los Angeles.

   Positioning through communication.

  My companion and I finally found the hotel where Detective Dean and you lived before.

  The woman reserved a room at the hotel, but did not go to live.

   As a result, my idiot companion misheard the room number.

   things after.

  Inspector Dean, you should know. "

   said.

  Merke took out a document: "This is the woman's information. Her identity is a bit special, so we are only monitoring her now, but we have not directly summoned her."

  Dean took the file and shrugged: "You are too tired, go to the conference room of our Fourth Squadron, the coffee there tastes good and can refresh you."

  Fourth Squadron Office.

  Lawrence and Harry couldn't help being stunned when they saw Merck following Dean.

  They pulled Dean aside: "Man, isn't this the FBI agent who had a conflict with us before?"

   "Yeah, remember their excuse?"

  Harry has a better drinker, and he still remembers roughly: "They seemed to be tracking a perverted ogre, but they were so stupid that they found the wrong room, and finally had a conflict with us."

  Curiousness flashed across his black face: "Could it be that a case of cannibalism really happened?"

   "Well, just last night, when a homeless man was rummaging through the trash, he found a broken hand. After inspection, there were human tooth marks on the broken hand."

  Dean smiled: "I happened to be around at the time, so I called this guy."

   "Dean, why do you want to contact them?" Harry wondered: "Wouldn't it be better if we directly robbed their case and embarrass them?"

Lawrence on the side rolled his eyes: "Man, you are really an idiot. This kind of case is likely to cause public panic. Dean doesn't do this. If the branch reports to us first, the case will be difficult to solve. At that time, our Fourth Squadron will be blamed."

   Dean looked at Lawrence appreciatively.

   For the scapegoat.

   This guy is experienced and has a good sense of smell.

   He deserves to be the man with the highest complaint record in the Los Angeles Police Department.

   Simple greetings.

  Dean led Merck to the conference room.

  Daisy brought two cups of coffee with discerning eyes.

   In front of outsiders, he gave Dean enough face.

  Merck drank coffee to relieve the fatigue from a sleepless night.

  Dean quickly flipped through the materials in his hand.

   This is a female file suspected to be a follower of the ogre demon.

  According to the information on the data.

  The woman’s name is Yuko Yamaguchi, 17 years old, of Japanese descent, from a superior family.

  Yuko Yamaguchi's father is the owner of a chain of Japanese food stores here, with assets exceeding tens of millions, and her mother has many relatives, all of whom are married to white employees of the Z government and members of the police force.

  Many of them have status.

  This is also the reason why Merck felt that the other party was difficult and did not directly summon him.

  Under the key surveillance of the FBI Network Investigation Section.

Yuko Yamaguchi, after discovering the 'idiot' video of the ogre demon on the dark web half a year ago, became an avid fan of the other party. She not only bought some virtual currency to support the ogre demon through special channels, but also continued to support the ogre demon. The online account sends a meeting request.

  The ogre also responded to her.

  Two days ago.

  Yuko Yamaguchi asked for leave from school and asked the ogre to meet at the XX bar, but she didn't actually go to the bar. Instead, she went directly to the hotel where the three of Dean rested, got a room, and went back to the campus.

  Merke and the others suspect that there is another way of contact between Yuko Yamaguchi and the ogre!

   Combined with the information that Merck said before.

  Dean had a guess.

   Put away the files.

  He looked at Merck who was drinking coffee silently: "Agent Merck, did you gain anything from the forensics department yesterday?"

  Merke took a sip of high-strength coffee and nodded: "Most of it is consistent with what you said, Inspector Dean, but the conclusion of the forensics department is more accurate."

  " As detected.

  The source of the broken palm is a male corpse who died for more than 24 hours.

  The deceased was about 30 years old. There was a deep wedding ring mark on his index finger, and he was probably married. At the same time, colleagues from the forensics department found some green mustard between the nails on the palm of his hand.

  The only pity is.

  In the database, there is no information about the deceased. "

   "Green mustard!"

  Dean further confirmed his conjecture.

   When he saw Merck, he seemed insensitive to this thing, so he reminded:

   "Mustard is usually divided into yellow mustard and green mustard.

   Among them, yellow mustard mainly comes from Huaguo and is developed from mustard seeds.

  Green mustard mainly comes from Europe. It is made of horseradish (wasabi) plant. It is light yellow in itself, but it is dyed green by a dye. It has a pungent smell and is often used in Japanese cuisine for seasoning. "

  Merke put down the water glass, his pupils shrunk: "Inspector Dean, you mean, before the victim died, he went to the grocery store?"

   "It may be an employee of the Japanese food store, or it may be a customer who goes to the Japanese food store to eat.

   Also I must remind you.

  The cannibal demon has just arrived in Los Angeles not long ago, but he can clearly understand the monitoring structure and monitoring situation of the commercial street. It must be helped by someone who is familiar with the surrounding environment.

  I suggest that you focus on investigating that Yuko Yamaguchi! "

  Yuko Yamaguchi's father happens to be the owner of many Japanese grocery stores in Los Angeles.

  The other party is a follower of the ogre demon.

  Adding Yuko Yamaguchi, he may have come into contact with ogre demons recently

   The other party is very suspicious!

After Merk clarified these things, he got up and thanked Dean: "Inspector Dean, thank you very much for your help. You are the best young man I have ever seen in terms of keen clues and psychological derivation. one!"

  Dean smiled faintly, and took Merck's compliment lightly.

   Simple touch.

  He could already tell that the Merck in front of him was similar to the vice-team old Hunter, with a little level, but really just a little bit.

   I don't know how he became a senior agent of the FBI.

   Farewell to Merck.

  Everyone in the Fourth Squadron immediately gathered together, their faces full of gossip.

   "Dean, what did you talk to him about?

  I feel that before and after he enters the conference room, he seems to be a different person, like"

  Lawrence has a low level of education, and after holding back for a long time, he said vividly: "It's like a man who can't do it. He saw a savior and got redemption."

  Dean gave him a thumbs up: "Lawrence, the teacher who taught you the culture class back then, knowing that you can describe it like this now, he must be very pleased."

  Harry raised his eyebrows: "But Lawrence's description is indeed very accurate. I can see that agent named Merck, and you look very respectful. You convinced him."

   "It's not that exaggerated. I just gave him some advice on the case of the ogre."

Dean lay comfortably on his chair and put his feet up: "While there is still time, you should discuss it first, and I will be with Lawrence when the time comes, otherwise we can only let Captain Munn assign it. "

   Heard this.

  Harry and Robert raised their hands immediately: "Dean, I want to follow you!"

  Lawrence: "."

  FK!

   These two **** don't give themselves any face!

  He looked at Phoebe pitifully.

  Phoebe gave Lawrence a sweet smile and took his hand.

  Lawrence flashed relief in his eyes.

   After all, she is my girlfriend, and she still supports me.

next moment.

  The scar on Phoebe's face danced, and she said with a smile, "Sorry, Lawrence, if possible, I would also like to follow Dean, so at least we can save the money to buy the house earlier, instead of following you to complain."

  Lawrence: "."

   I don’t know if it’s after Christmas, and the criminals are resting.

  Nothing happened today.

  Dean was bored, so he read chemistry and biology books all afternoon.

  After he got Little Mike's 'Brother Wei' formula, he didn't have the energy and time to configure it, so he simply learned the relevant knowledge by himself.

   Now the level is getting more and more difficult to upgrade.

   It is impossible for Dean to completely rely on the panel to improve himself.

  His spiritual attribute is now as high as 15 points, no matter what he learns, he can quickly learn and understand it.

  Self-improvement is king.

Five p.m.

  Dean stretched himself, and was about to leave work early to see the real estate agent he had made an appointment with.

Sudden.

  A message flashed across his mind: [Assist in the detection of the cannibal case in Los Angeles, experience value +400, 17 (1600/3200)]

  Merck is so efficient?

  Not only did Dean not get the surprise of gaining experience points, but doubts appeared on his face.

The key is.

  A 'cannibal demon' who ate an unknown number of people was arrested, why only 400 experience points?

   Unscientific!

unless

   This case was not committed by the ogre at all, but by imitation!

   While he was thinking.

  FBI senior agent Merk, called.

  Dean clicked on.

  On the other end of the phone, there was a grateful voice from Merck, "Inspector Dean, because of your reminder, we have caught the ogre of 'Ken' eating the hand, and the result is very surprising."

   "Yuko Yamaguchi?"

   Dean asked tentatively.

  Merck: ".Yes."

  He is wilting.

   Chatting with smart people, it is easy to have no sense of accomplishment and low self-esteem.

   Especially for old fritters like him.

   "After your prompt.

   We quickly identified the Halfhand owner. "

  It turned out that the owner of the Broken Palm was Yuko Yamaguchi's cousin.

   These two people.

  A seventeen-year-old, still in high school.

  One is twenty-nine years old, married and had children.

  Merck took control of Yuko Yamaguchi immediately after locking the other party’s identity, and then found the remaining remains of Yuko Yamaguchi’s cousin by searching her chat records and residence.

   Speaking of which.

  Merck, a well-informed old detective, actually showed faint signs of nausea:

   "Dean, you never imagine how crazy this 17-year-old girl is.

  After she killed her cousin, she purposely bought an extra-large freezer, frozen his cousin, and prepared to dismember the body a little bit, and then 'crazy' them all!

  I asked her why she did this.

she told me.

  In this way, she can be with her cousin forever.”

   Hear here.

   Dean shook his head.

   You don’t need to guess, you know that this is a deformed love that transcends ethics.

   Thanks to the "Invincible Xiaozhuanfeng" book friend for the reward of 500 book coins, thank you boss!

   Thanks for the reward from the book friends of "Sa Sa Sunny 7791", thank you boss!

   This chapter is from yesterday.

   I revised it twice yesterday and couldn’t post it. The editor-in-chief is on vacation again, so I can only make major changes and post it again.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)