MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 23 suspects

  Chapter 23 Suspects

   "Dean, are you practicing spiritism?"

  Lawrence came to the door of the bedroom, saw Dean's current appearance, and joked.

   "Lawrence, Dean is simulating the crime."

   "Don't tell me, Old Hunter and the others wouldn't have thought of this." Lawrence pouted.

  Phoebe gave Lawrence a blank look, and then explained to Robert who was beside him: "Robert, some crime scenes may be outside, and the space is very large, so it is difficult for us to search for clues one by one in detail.

  So we often use the method of simulating the crime to determine the area where the murderer may be active, reducing the scope of investigation, and even in some special places, we can infer the physical characteristics of the murderer through simulating the crime.”

  Actually, Old Hunter and his group had already tried it.

   But nothing.

   During the conversation.

  Dean stopped suddenly and opened the door of the closet.

   "Guys, come check it out, I've got a new discovery!"

  The three of them immediately stopped talking and walked over.

   Four people gathered in this narrow place, it was very crowded.

  Dean pointed to a wooden board on the inside of the wardrobe door: "Look here."

   "Isn't this just an ordinary wardrobe door?"

  Robert was puzzled.

  Lawrence and Phoebe nodded too, not understanding what Dean meant.

  Dean patted his forehead, and pulled the cabinet door to a position where the three of them had parallel vision.

   Now, the three of them finally discovered the abnormality.

  There is an inconspicuous dent on the inside of the solid wood wardrobe door.

Dean explained: "The deceased was very large. It would take a lot of space to carry her off the bed and put her in a special pose, so I guess the murderer opened the cabinet door, otherwise it would be difficult to use force. This depression is likely to It was the collision of the murderer's elbow."

  Lawrence stepped forward and compared the dent: "If this is the mark made by the murderer's elbow, isn't he very short?"

  Dean nodded: "Yes, that's why I suspect that it was left by the murderer. After all, the deceased was over 1.8 meters tall. It is difficult for her to leave traces in this position."

  Phoebe on the side pushed Lawrence away, compared the position of the depression with her elbow, and found an unexpected fit: "Oh~ God, the murderer is only less than 1.7 meters"

   "To be precise, it's 1.63 meters." Robert, who couldn't get in the conversation, accurately stated Phoebe's height.

   "Die!"

  Phoebe directly gave the apprentice an elbow, and then called Old Hunter.

   "What's up, Phoebe?"

   Old Hunter was very noisy.

  Phoebe quickly told Dean's discovery.

   "1.63m? FK, do you remember the little man who gave us information?" Old Hunter was cursing on the other end of the phone.

   Phoebe opened her mouth wide.

  The man happened to be about her height.

   "Now you guys, go find him immediately!"

hang up the phone.

While beckoning the three of them to leave, Phoebe explained to Dean and Lawrence: "When Robert and I were inquiring about the surrounding residents, a passer-by took the initiative to come forward and said that when he returned to his residence after eleven o'clock last night, he found a car The dilapidated van was parked outside the courtyard, and because it smelled bad, he was more impressed."

   "Then you are still at the crime scene?"

  Lawrence looked at Phoebe strangely.

   The Fourth Squadron is short-handed.

   He and Dean made a mistake and were scheduled to review the previous crime scene.

  Under normal circumstances, Old Hunter would definitely arrange for Phoebe and the two to find clues about the van.

  Phoebe had a look of embarrassment on her face, but she didn't explain.

  Robert on the side wanted to say something, but met Phoebe's warning eyes, so he had to close his open mouth again.

   Benefit from the case-handling process.

   Phoebe and the two recorded the little man's identity information, address and phone number.

  The other party is also a resident of this community.

   not long.

  Four people came to the door of a household.

   This is a courtyard similar to the previous victims. It is located in the south of the community, but the lawn at the entrance looks a bit messy, and it seems that it has not been tidied up for some days.

   "Phoebe, are you sure this is the correct address?" Lawrence asked.

   It looks like it's been deserted for some time.

  Phoebe found this too.

  After looking at the thick layer of dust on the iron door, she immediately said to Robert: "Call the command center to check whether the other party's identity information is true, and in addition"

  Phoebe looked at Dean: "You go to the property in the community and check the resident information of this house."

   "Hey, Phoebe, Dean's my man!"

   Lawrence quit.

   "Then you go find the property with him!"

   Phoebe stared.

  Lawrence, who was big and thick, with a swollen face, immediately raised his hands and surrendered, dragging Dean to run away.

   "Are you afraid of Phoebe?"

   This was the first time Dean saw Lawrence admitting to being cowardly.

   "I'm an old man who has been in the police force for more than ten years. How could I be afraid of her." Lawrence glanced aside unnaturally, and denied it.

  Dean smirked: "Then you just like her!"

  Lawrence became furious: "Shut up, rookie, I just respect her, yes, I just respect my colleagues! How old are you, do you know what liking is?"

  Dean pointed to his face, smiled and said nothing.

  FK!

   Lawrence stopped talking.

  I hate bad guys!

evening.

  Everyone in the Fourth Squadron returned to the office to report on their work.

  Captain Munn is not here.

  Vice team old Hunter sat at the head of the conference room: "Phoebe, how is the situation?"

  Phoebe stood up and said seriously: "The person who provided the clue is called Ackerman, but we have checked and found that this is just a fake identity. The identity information and phone number provided by the other party are all fake."

  Old Hunter clenched his fist: "This is a good thing. It shows that the other party really has a problem. Do you have any impression of him after seeing him?"

   Finally a breakthrough!

  Phoebe nodded: "Robert has a good memory, and he drew the other person's appearance by simulating a portraitist."

   After finishing speaking, she distributed seven or eight portraits to everyone.

  Dean, who was sitting in the corner, picked up the portrait and looked at it.

  The portrait shows a young man with weak facial features. In addition to the frontal portrait, there are side close-ups, which are very realistic.

   "Send the portrait to those patrolmen. We must find this person as soon as possible, and we cannot let him continue to commit crimes!"

  Old Hunter's voice was exhausted.

   "Then shall I go to Sam's supermarket at night?"

   Clerk Daisy raised her hand and asked.

"Go, let Phoebe and Robert protect you. In addition, Lawrence and Dean, you two, take the portrait and go to the branch to check if there are any suspected criminals. Harry, you go to your friends. I will let the captain Give you the funding for your informant!"

  Old Hunter arranged tasks for everyone.

   Everyone will undoubtedly continue to work overtime today.

   Watching the backs of everyone leaving.

  Old Hunter sighed.

  The serial burglary, **** and murder case has aroused frenzied attention from the media.

  If the case continues without a breakthrough, the Fourth Squadron will be in real trouble.

  (end of this chapter)