The streets, the flow of people, going to work, watering flowers, leisurely shopping, and hurrying to catch the bus on the side of the road are full of eyes, but the moment I stood on the street on the weekend, I just didn't see the breakfast stall that should have appeared here in the early morning, and even the water traces on the side of the road after the rainstorm last night were honestly there, but the stupid and honest disappeared.

I wanted to tell the stupid honest weekend what I got and looked at it on the side of the road, and then slowly walked back to the car, and when I took out the phone and dialed the stupid number on the side of the car...... The other person's phone has been turned off.

It's strange that a person who is anxious to know his nephew's situation leaves his phone number after a treat, but chooses to turn off the phone on the third day, which doesn't seem to make sense anyway. Glancing at the time on his phone, he could only get into the car on the weekend, and he had to go to the Western Branch to sign in, so he couldn't leave too much energy on Silly Honest.

The car drove out of Chinatown, and when the weekend check-in at the Western Branch was over, and when he left the Western Branch, his colleagues showed friendliness like never before, he saw people nodding at him, some people raising eyebrows when looking at him, and strangers sitting in front of the police car in the parking lot or waiting in the cab of the police car to go on patrol seemed to know him for a while. This made the weekend, which had been lonely in Los Angeles and only had a few honest words with Adam, felt like it was one step closer to the big family of the bureau.

The appearance of this step made the whole environment no longer cold, and this step was exchanged for his real skills at the crime scene.

Tick, tick, tick.

Responding to the friendliness of others in the police station with a smile on the weekend, the phone that was not with him rang when he returned to the BMW again.

"Zhou, I'm Adam, I'll be studying the case in the homicide section of the General Bureau in the next two days, I have left your study plan in the warehouse, and the electronic lock code for the warehouse is ......" After a few simple words, the phone was hung up, and I could feel it on the weekend, Adam started to get serious, and he didn't want to lose to the FBI.

When the car drove out of the Western Branch Office and entered the 77th block, a house was surrounded by a yellow line, and there were many bullet holes on the body, and many reporters were standing outside the yellow line and holding up the microphone to the camera and saying something, and all this was exactly as I expected yesterday.

Slowly driving past the house at the end of the street on the weekend, he didn't expect the 77th block precinct to start so quickly, it looks like it should have experienced a terrible battle last night.

"Newspapers."

I didn't have the habit of ordering newspapers on weekends, and when I walked to the door of a supermarket in the 77th block, I got out of the car and bought a newspaper, and when I returned to the car and sat on the side of the road to unfold the newspaper, the headline on the social page turned out to be that the 77th block bureau cracked the largest ice-drug case in California this year, and all six gunmen were killed, and the two sides fought more than 100 shots at the scene, and the cause of this incident was because the patrol found that the turf in front of the owner's house had turned yellow......

California has a law that yellowing the turf in front of the door must be trimmed, and the turf must be turned green by any method, otherwise you will be fined.

It's just that the California government, which has suffered from drought for several years, has long turned a blind eye to this, and ordered all police officers not to inquire about the turf incident, and later because residents feel that their houses are not very beautiful in front of a yellow turf, they have begun to use green paint to spray the turf in front of the door, which was very popular on the Internet a year or two ago, and some people have recommended what kind of green paint color is more suitable for turf.

Why are the police at the 77th block precinct interested in turf again?

After reading the report over the weekend, the newspaper recorded in detail how the police noticed the yellowing of the turf, how they knocked politely on the door, how they realized the danger in the overreaction of the other party and hid on both sides of the door, how they heard gunshots and firefights in the room, including the media's praise for the speed with which other police officers in the area were in place within a minute......

This is clearly a Hollywood blockbuster directed and acted in, and a line of words was typed at the end of the subtitles - believe it or not.

Throwing the newspaper in the passenger seat and driving to the warehouse on the weekend, it doesn't matter if he is honest or not, maybe his nephew will be released by the 77th block office today, and the day after tomorrow, maybe the early stall will be reopened.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

After parking the car in front of the warehouse and entering the six-digit code on the combination lock, a crack pops up in the warehouse door, and when he pulls the warehouse door open, he remembers that Adam used to not let himself touch anything in the room, this must be that he has become accustomed to his presence in the warehouse, right?

When I entered the warehouse over the weekend, I saw a notebook that Adam had left on a machine, and the location was so conspicuous that there was no need to look for it, and on the notebook it was written, study plan: fingerprint identification, fingerprint comparison, lip pattern extraction, and determination of whether he was engaged in heavy physical work through the outline of the palm print......

"It's busy."

Weekend muttered to himself, then took his notebook and put on the newer of the two lab coats in the warehouse, which Adam had added.

Yikes!

Just as he was about to plunge into Frankenstein's world, Weekend heard the screeching of brakes at the door of the warehouse, and when he looked up, the policeman who had greeted him when he first stepped into the Western Bureau appeared at the door.

"Week." He apparently didn't show any surprises, and the people in the Western Bureau knew that he was hanging out with Adam every day on the weekend.

"Is Adam there?"

Thinking back on the weekend, it seems that I heard others call him Wood when I signed in, and as for whether it was a first name or a surname, it was not very clear: "Adam is in the homicide department of the General Bureau, it is estimated that he has been there for the past two days, if you want to find him, you can call him." ”

Wood grimaced, and said, "I don't want too many people to know. ”

Weekend raised his hands: "Sorry, I didn't mean to let you divulge your privacy, but just, to tell you where Adam is." ”

"What are you doing?" Wood strode into the warehouse, and he saw that he was brushing the teacup under a lamp on the weekend with a very soft brush, and the teacup was covered with fingerprint powder, and then he took out a clear, cellophane-like thing, and printed this transparent cellophane on the place full of fingerprint powder under the purple light, and at that moment, a fingerprint was printed, on the transparent cellophane.

"Mini-games." Weekend replied, "I'm here studying forensic science with Adam, and now I'm progressing to extracting and comparing fingerprints. ”

Wood looked at it carefully and asked, "Fingerprints on the panties...... I mean, if someone touches something on the cloth, can they extract their fingerprints? ”

"Yes, as long as the fingerprints on the panties are not too awkward and not covered by liquid, otherwise it's a bit of a hassle." The meaning of the weekend is that most of the cases where fingerprints are taken from underwear at the scene of the crime are sexual-assault cases, in which both men and women are excreted with a special liquid, and if the fingerprints happen to be covered by the liquid, then it will ......

Wood abruptly shifted his gaze to the weekend as he stared at the teacup, and then paused for a long time before reacting slightly, his expression embarrassed.

"Oh~ It's boring work."

"That's right."

Even the transitional words that defuse the embarrassment seem awkward.

I don't know how Wood found this over the weekend, and I don't know what Wood was going to do, but Wood just stood there motionless, and said from time to time: "Well, actually, I used a police car to send Adam many times before you came, so if you know his laboratory, you also know that Adam's financial situation is not very good." ”

"Uh~ Fingerprinting is not too difficult work, it's just ...... Zhou, I have a friend ......"

"Your friend also has a wife, your friend is busy with work, so his wife cheated, in order to get evidence of cheating, he took a pair of underwear to you, let you help identify it, see if there are fingerprints other than him. With this evidence, you can be in a leading position in the legal court. And your position is that you can play casually when you are not married, and you should focus on it after you get married, even if love and family are not the same thing, you should divorce first when you can't continue your life, and you shouldn't accept the temptation of others first. ”

This was what he thought in his mind over the weekend, and when he came back to his senses, he understood the scene in front of him, and in order to save face for Wood, he didn't say anything.

Wood's next words were similar to what he had thought at the end of the week, and although not exactly a single word, the meaning was exactly the same: "I can't go to the forensic department to ask for help ...... in order to save enough face for my friends."

"Lying again." I don't believe Wood's words on the weekend, if it's really his friend's wife cheating, I'm afraid he will go straight to the forensics department, maybe he will talk to an acquaintance there about the world and something, this kind of thing happens to others is a joke, and only when it appears in himself will it be hidden, for fear that others will see the slightest clue.

“OK。” The weekend agreed, without exposing Wood's lies.

"I mean, can you help me identify these panties." Wood pulled out a plastic bag in his hand, and the green lace-trimmed panties were in the plastic bag, but when he finished speaking, he found that the weekend answered faster than he could ask.

At this time on the weekend, he looked at Wood and said, "But before you get your fingerprints, I want you to go outside the warehouse and call your friend and tell him that whatever the outcome is, you have to be calm." Tell him that when the thought of killing someone comes to mind in anger, think about these words: When a person dies, the temperature of the body drops by 2 degrees Celsius, and the next hour drops by 1.5 degrees (Fahrenheit), and now the internal thermometer of the Forensic Science Department can even accurately judge the time of death to a terrifying time period, which proves that it is difficult to create alibi evidence when killing people. There are still six pints of blood in the human body, and when the blood flows out, it will be a disaster, and your friend would never have imagined that the speed of blood flow and the speed of splashing will make the killer appear in his original form, and in addition, killing with a gun needs to consider whether the gun seller is reliable, killing with a sharp weapon needs to consider the wound, and killing with a blunt weapon needs to make sure that there is no blood splattered on the wall. At the same time, be careful of fingerprints, fibers, skin tissue, and hair left behind, which can lead to arrest. ”

"What I'm trying to say is, assuming he's not 100% sure of fighting the homicide department, Adam, and the FBI, it's better to calm down and stop doing stupid things."

"Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this, if I need help, I will make these two lives worse than death, and your friend will not have to bear legal responsibility at all, if your two friends really hate them."

Knowing over the weekend that it must be Mrs. Wood who cheated on him, Wood's expression had already told him, and he knew that this was the perfect opportunity to go from being an outsider to one of his own in the Western Branch.