MTL - North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI-Chapter 46 this should be a misunderstanding

  Chapter 46 This should be a misunderstanding

  Daisy picked up the phone, asked, and recorded the information on the side of the paper.

   A moment.

  She looked at Dean:

   "Villa No. 76 in Taimida District, a homicide is suspected.

  Dean, the current block patrol has passed, and now you need to find out the situation first. If it is really a murder case, you can call Lawrence and the forensics department. "

  Although Dean is a rookie who just joined the fourth squadron.

  However, in the previous two cases, he had outstanding performances, which made Daisy still trust him.

   "Temida Block, a mid-to-high-end community~"

  Dean rubbed his waist: "Okay, I'll go now, sorry I just drove back from Las Vegas for five hours."

"Get used to it slowly, rookie." Daisy pulled off the mask on her face and picked up a French fries: "The serial murder case has been solved, which makes our squadron very satisfied, and our fourth squadron will be responsible for it in the future." There will be more and more cases."

  Dean shrugged: "Sounds good."

   The more cases there are, the more experience points you can get.

  Leave the police station.

  Dean drove to No. 76, Temida Street alone.

  The neighborhood here is more upscale than the neighborhood where Dean's mother is located. They are all single-family villas, and most of the residents are elite white-collar workers of some companies, who belong to the middle class.

  When Dean arrived.

  Several strong male nurses have already lifted out a man who looks sloppy from the house and is sending him to the ambulance.

   "What's the situation, guys." Dean stepped forward and took out his police detective card.

  A bald patrolman glanced at Dean's detective certificate, stepped forward and said:

   "Detective Dean, this should be a misunderstanding.

  A child accidentally kicked a ball into this yard. When he came to pick up the ball, he found a person lying in the living room of the villa through the window with a lot of blood on the ground, so he called the police.

  According to our inquiry of the surrounding neighbors.

   This man is a helper hired by the head of the household.

  The head of the household went on a trip with his family.

  The helper has lived here for more than a month, and there is no problem with his identity.

   This unlucky guy must have been drunk, accidentally hit his head, and passed out. "

"Drunk?"

  Dean stopped several male nurses, stepped forward to check the man's injuries, and sniffed lightly. He found that in addition to the strong smell of alcohol, there was also a faint smell of marijuana.

   This is a junkie.

  He must have been high, and with the effect of alcohol, he couldn't control his figure, so he smashed his head.

   "Send this unlucky guy to the hospital, I hope he won't cry when he wakes up looking at the bill." Dean moved away.

  There is a proverb in this country: It is better to open a hospital than to be a drug lord.

   This is no joke.

   Several male nurses laughed and carried the injured man into the car.

  The surrounding patrolmen are also preparing to leave.

   It's a waste of time.

  Dean took out his mobile phone and was about to ask where Harry was, when he suddenly glanced at the kennel in the corner of the yard and stopped the patrolman who wanted to leave: "Guys, can you bring me a shovel!"

   "FK.", the bald patrolman helplessly commanded his companions: "Adi, go and help find a shovel. It is probably impossible for us to get off work early today."

   "This is a good thing. Here comes your opportunity to make meritorious service." Dean stretched out his hand towards the bald head: "Let's meet formally, Senior Constable Hawke. I am Dean from the Fourth Squadron of the Robbery and Murder Division."

  The ordinary patrol police (LAPD) in Los Angeles need to wear police uniforms when working.

  They wear the LAPD badge on the left breast, a name tag on the right breast, and a rank insignia on the collar.

  So Dean directly called Hawke's name and police rank.

  Hawk was not very interested in Dean's overtures.

  He slapped Dean copiously: "Man, rather than trusting you to bring us meritorious deeds, I hope you can buy us a drink afterwards."

  Hawk has seen Dean's police detective certificate.

   This is just a rookie with the rank of "third-level police officer".

  This police rank means that Dean has not joined the police department for more than half a year.

   And he's a senior constable.

  Among the Los Angeles Patrol Police, senior police officers must have 10 years of police experience, which is equivalent to a first-class police officer in the Police Detective Bureau, and it is also the highest rank that most patrol officers can achieve in their lifetime.

  Hawk's police rank is two levels higher than that of Dean.

  He spoke naturally in front of Dean.

   "Drinking is of course no problem." Dean withdrew his palm: "But I guess it will be you who invite me willingly in the end.

  After hearing what Dean said, Hawk became interested: "Look at your performance, rookie."

   During the conversation.

  The policeman who was called by Hawke to get the shovel ran over from the cabin next to the villa: "I didn't find the shovel, but I found a .emm spoon from China in the tool shop."

  Looking at the shovel used for cooking in front of him, Dean was silent.

  God **** the spoon from China.

  He shrugged and took the shovel: "Okay, this thing...is fine too."

  Dean took a kitchen shovel and led a few curious patrolmen to the soil in front of the kennel and started digging.

  The turf here looks new, but is poorly paved, exposing the underlying soil.

   "Do you suspect that there is something hidden underneath?" Hawker watched Dean's movements with interest.

   "Yes, and it should be a corpse."

  Dean pointed around the turf and explained:

   "See this piece of soil.

  This place is much more sunken than the surrounding area, and the color depth of the soil faults is also significantly different.

  This shows that there is flesh and blood rotting underneath.

  The gas produced by the rot pushed up the soil under the turf, and after the gas dissipated, it sank here. "

   "You mean someone is buried here?" Hawke and the others became alert immediately, and looked at Dean with a little more attention.

   Those who have the ability will naturally win respect.

  Dean shook his head: "It's not human, I guess it's a small dog, and it was buried very shallow, otherwise there wouldn't be such obvious marks."

  With the spatula, pull out the shallow soil.

  A bone with a foul smell emerged from beneath the soil.

  Hawk and others covered their noses, frowned and stepped back.

  Dean followed the bone expressionlessly, cleaned up the surrounding soil little by little, and finally dug the whole dog corpse out of the ground.

  The dog's carcass was already in a semi-decomposed state, with only some dark black fur sticking to the flesh and bones. As for the internal organs, they had long since rotted into liquid and seeped into the soil below.

  After a simple check.

  Dean got up and took a few steps back, exhaling his suffocated breath: "This dog was killed by a severe blow to the head. It took more than a month to die. It needs to be confirmed by the forensics department."

  The family of the head of the household did not return from a "tourist", and the helper came here at about the same time as the dog died.

   This is where it gets interesting.

Dean looked at Hawke and the others: "The owner of this house probably didn't go on a trip, but 'disappeared', guys, arrange someone to watch over that helper, and call the forensics department for me, I need to enter the house now Investigate the situation."

  Hawk was very obedient this time.

  After arranging a few companions to do things, he walked up to Dean with admiration on his face: "Detective Dean, it seems that I owe you a meal, you performed very well."

   "You can just call me Dean." Dean smiled, took out his usual gloves and gloves, and walked towards the gate of the villa.

  He has never studied trace science, nor does he know much forensic knowledge, but he has handled many corpses.

   This can be regarded as a good doctor after a long illness.

  There are more crimes.

  After Congliang.

  Dean found himself very suitable for the current police detective status.

   Good morning, brothers.

   This case is very interesting. If you can guess who the murderer is, I will lose.

   Cough cough, if you know the plot, in order to maintain the anticipation of the plot, please keep it a secret, please.

   Because this case is the original truth of the case that the dog thief found from the Internet, it is even more magical than the adapted plot.

   By the way, it's the third watch today.

   Seek to read and ask for tickets. If there is a reward, I will give it to me as much as I want. A dime is not too little, and a dollar or two is not too much, hehe.

  (end of this chapter)