Chapter 11 The bow is wound and the knife is unsheathed

"Leo, what did you mean by what you just said?"

Carl, who was holding a box of donuts and didn't care about calories at all, walked to the public office area on the second floor of the police station in a police uniform.

Carl enjoyed it, and he felt that the current Western Branch was completely out of the shadow of Wood's white men, otherwise the group should have sharpened their heads and leaned in front of the hot dog cart in front of the police station, instead of coming here to get donuts.

Leonova, who was clearly not interested in doughnuts, stood at the window of the public office area with a cup of coffee, and when the morning sun illuminated the blonde hair: "Don't you all watch the news?" A woman suddenly spontaneously combusted in a taxi, the homicide department has intervened and arrested the man who had dated the woman before, and now the case has developed to a very strange point, the man does not have any ignition equipment and chemical residues, but the woman is natural, and the interesting thing is that the taxi driver is not in the habit of smoking. Now all the media are watching the development of this case, and they all want to know whether this case is accidental death or murder. ā€

Carl glanced left and right without understanding too much, as if he was looking for someone to explain something to him, and said, "What the hell are you talking about?" ā€

On the weekend, he pinched a doughnut at his desk and said, "She said that Alan set himself on fire." ā€

ā€œF―U―C―Kļ¼ā€ Carl replied in complete disbelief: "How is this possible, I read the entertainment section of the newspaper every morning, and I watched "The Ellen Show" yesterday. If she had set herself on fire. This news should be for all of you to hear. It's not for you to tell me. ā€

Chekov walked over from the side, took the box with at least three or four donuts left, and quipped, "See, everything that has to do with Allen Karl can understand it." ā€

Coax.

Laughing in the police station, and Weekend drank with a smile on his face, so that his throat and eyes did not dry when he swallowed a mouthful of doughnuts, Carl took the opportunity to say, "Zhou, aren't you going to let us know what is going on?" ā€

The weekend is really not preparing to pretend to be half of the garlic before someone invited to stand up and explain, this topic has not yet been carried out to the current heat. There was something else on his mind.

"Spontaneous combustion of the human body has always been a difficult problem that scientists cannot explain, the so-called spontaneous combustion must be a combustion phenomenon caused by the contact of an unknown fire, and smokers have heard that a lighter suddenly explodes without touching it, right? Everyone present must have seen the sudden explosion of the mobile phone battery on the Internet, right? In fact, the human body, like lighters and mobile phone batteries, is also an unstable body. ā€

"For example, a healthy person will suddenly die, the mystery of the human glow, the mystery of the antenna, the mystery of the sixth sense, and whether the sleepwalker wakes up or sleeps, etc."

He pondered the wording a little and explained as briefly as possible: "Regarding the spontaneous combustion of the human body, I don't think this matter is very reliable anyway, the spontaneous combustion of the human body requires the flame to burn the skin and then the fat under the skin leaks through the clothes to complete the entire 'wick effect', but in many cases, the end of the spontaneous combustion of the human body is that the corpse is burned in large quantities, leaving only the hands and feet, and even only one finger left." The temperature of a normal flame will certainly not achieve this effect. This effect is only possible by deliberately raising the temperature of the flame, I mean. A long-term alcoholic who encounters spontaneous combustion in the human body under the condition of extreme high drinking, and it happens to cooperate with the 'wick effect' to completely turn himself into an 'alcohol lamp' with a flame temperature of more than 2000° Fahrenheit at the right time to complete, otherwise, it is all nonsense. ā€

Carl looked left and right again, and he saw that all the patrolmen around him were staring at the description of the weekend, and he thought that these guys should not understand much like himself, anyway, this thing sounded quite bluffing: "Conclusion? ā€

Weekend said with a smile: "If I am a detective of the police detective bureau, this kind of case happens to fall into my hands, I will be judged as murder as soon as possible, after all, it is too difficult for the above coincidences to appear in one person one after another, and the flame temperature is related to fuel and oxidizer, especially through chemical means to directly increase the flame temperature can achieve a more intuitive effect, then, how unlucky can this kind of thing happen?" ā€

"If it weren't murder for so many coincidences, I might have chosen a faith."

Leonova, who had been standing in the sun, interjected at this time: "Don't think about whether others are unlucky, Zhou, do you know who the dead are?" It's the dancer of that club in our jurisdiction. ā€

"Don't tell me that woman died in our precinct so coincidentally." I found out that I had been unlucky after coming to the United States over the weekend, so I didn't settle down for a few days......

Leonova stretched out her finger and pointed at him and said: "You are lucky today, that woman died in the jurisdiction of other sub-bureaus, and it has nothing to do with us." ā€

"Deed."

At this point, the weekend suddenly called Chekov: "Help me have a morning meeting." ā€

When Leonova looked this way, Chekov leaned in front of him and said, "Where are you going?" ā€

"Someone gave us a chance to knock on Areg."

Chekov pouted and sighed to the side: "Tell me the result of the 'translation' directly." ā€

Weekend smiled: "The dancer in the club in our jurisdiction is dead, right, when the homicide department comes to check the relationship between the deceased and what happened before death, who will cooperate?" It's definitely you and me. Before that, I'm going to get in touch with Areg, if this guy can be more restrained, then he will do business, what to do, if he thinks that a patrol officer can't do anything to him, when the homicide department arrives, let's add a little oil and vinegar enough for Areg to eat and walk around, this is called taking advantage of the situation. ā€

"Trouble." Chekov was not interested in this at all.

This is the main reason why he has not touched Arig since the weekend, and he, a patrolman, lacks confidence in the face of the middle of the Armenian gang that runs a legal strip-dance-dance club.

It's like the priest that Drake can suppress in Montek can't hold his head up, but he doesn't even have a chance to stand in front of the priest, what can he do with people as a patrolman? The big deal is not to listen to all the vehicles parked in front of the club to post tickets, the key is that this is not the solution to the problem, people can arrange at most two parking brothers can make you stare and can't grasp the handle.

Well, now, the opportunity has finally come.

Early in the morning, on the weekend when he walked out of the police station in the sun, he drove directly to Areg's house in a police car, which had been investigated a long time ago, and now that the follow-up of this move is fully prepared, the difference is just that the arrow is out of the sheath! (To be continued......)