Lofe Road, Hills Apartment Building, 5th Floor, Room 501.

A tragic massacre had just taken place here, and the door had already been blocked by the police with a bar, but they still couldn't stand the desperate pursuit of the reporters for the headlines, who stood outside the cordon line and shouted at the police officers who were enforcing the law with microphones.

"Sir, did you find any clues?" "I wonder if you've found the murderer?"

"Sir, we know that there have been gangs fighting in Lofe Road all year round, is this another gang-inflicted tragedy?"

"Loepfe Road, which has long been widely recognized as the most chaotic neighborhood street in Brooklyn, is this tragedy a consequence of the justice department's inaction on the community's rising crime rate?"

In the face of the reporters' difficult questions, the two police officers guarding the blockade line had long been accustomed to it, and they were silent, staring at the reporters with cold faces, as if they had no intention of dealing with them.

At this time, there was the sound of an elevator stopping in the aisle.

A middle-aged man in civilian clothes stepped out of the elevator.

Seeing seven or eight reporters staying outside the blockade, the middle-aged man subconsciously frowned, took out the documents in his arms, and walked to the two police officers waiting at the door and shook them.

"Sir!" Seeing the sergeant's ID, the two police officers immediately saluted.

As soon as the reporters saw that a big man had arrived, they immediately rushed to interview the chief.

"Excuse me......"

Before the reporters could ask questions, the middle-aged man ignored the cordon and walked into the room, closing the door from the inside.

"Fack! Who is this man? A young reporter couldn't help but burst into foul language when he saw the middle-aged man so arrogant.

His voice was not loud, but it was heard by a few reporters from other newspapers next to him, and someone asked, "You just arrived?" ”

"I just got transferred from Los Angeles, you can call me Jack." The young reporter held up the press card on his chest that read Fox News.

As soon as they heard that it was from Los Angeles, several reporters in the neighborhood suddenly realized.

The man who spoke earlier smiled and said, "That's right, you just came from Los Angeles, and you definitely don't know our New York journalist killer." ”

"Journalist killers? You mean the officer just now? Did he kill journalists? Jack frowned and glanced at the man's press card, which read The New York Daily News.

"No, how could it be! That's just a nickname! ”

The New York Daily reporter shook his head and said, "The one who just walked in was our New York Police Department Sergeant John McCarron, who hates reporters the most and never accepts interviews from reporters." ”

"Why? Don't you want us to be involved in the reporting of the case? You must know that we journalists have the responsibility to obtain the right to know for the public! ”

Jack used to meet this kind of police officers who didn't like to be interviewed when he was in Los Angeles before, and he also understood that the thoughts of these police officers were nothing more than not wanting to reveal too many details of the case, but as a qualified reporter, he must be responsible for the public's right to know.

"Hehe......"

The New York Daily reporter couldn't help but laugh when he heard Jack's high-sounding words: "Your name is Jack, right?" Remember, this isn't Los Angeles, and if you want to cover any crime, you have to understand that our berserk sheriff hates journalists. ”

"There has to be a reason." Jack frowned, could it be that the sheriff just now was a professional hater?

"I don't know, anyway, when I first came to New York as a reporter, the senior reporter who once brought me reminded me of this."

The New York Daily reporter shrugged his shoulders.

……

The discussion of the reporters outside was not loud, and it did not affect the investigation of the police officers in the room.

At this time, at the murder scene in the house, several forensic doctors were also extracting possible fingerprints of criminals on the ground, walls, tables, chairs, and doorknobs.

Several police officers who were guarding the side immediately saluted when they saw the sheriff walk in: "Sir! ”

John McCarron waved his hand and motioned for these people to put down, turned to a familiar subordinate and said, "How's the investigation?" ”

The subordinate knew the character of his boss and hurriedly reported: "Sir, according to our investigation in the past two days, the five people who were killed are confirmed to be a family, a couple and their children, and their parents. The husband's name is Clyde Shelton, and his wife's name is Avery Shelton......"

John McCarron raised his hand to stop his subordinate's words: "Okay, I've seen all of this, I want to ask if there are any new clues." ”

"Forensic doctors are still extracting fingerprints, hair, and sweat that criminals may have left behind, and it won't be long before they can ......"

"I'm not blind, I'm asking if there are any other clues?"

Interrupted again and again by his boss and questioning his abilities, the detective blushed and said, "Sorry sir, the time is too short, and we haven't investigated any other clues." ”

Hearing that there were no clues, John McCarron looked disappointed, as if he was skeptical of the officer's abilities.

Several officers next to him breathed a sigh of relief at this point, as if glad that the bersergeant had not chosen to ask the question himself.

"Sheriff!"

John McCarron heard someone calling for him, looked up, and saw a female police officer walking out of the crowd, he didn't speak, just quietly looked at the Asian police officer.

Feeling John McCarron's gaze, Chen Ying was inexplicably a little nervous, you must know that John was called a violent sheriff by the New York Police Department, and the legend about him has been circulating in the police department, and it is naturally uncomfortable to be stared at by him.

She took a deep breath and plucked up her courage to say, "Sheriff, we received a call from the hospital, and the male owner of the house, Clyde Shelton, has been rescued. ”

When John McCarran heard that someone was alive, he ordered with a gloomy face, "Then what are you still doing here?" Give me a hospital to investigate! ”

"Yes!"

Several police officers seemed to be frightened by the sheriff's roar, and couldn't help but shudder, and immediately turned around and walked towards the door.

After the others left, John McCarran turned his head to look at the chaotic scene, his eyes were like torches, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

Chinatown, Mok Family Martial Arts Museum.

Gu Ren practiced boxing while instructing his junior disciples.

Mo Youqian, who was sitting in front of the hall, suddenly received a phone call, and after chatting a few words, he shouted, "Ah Ren, come over for a while." ”

Gu Ren wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, walked over and asked, "What's wrong, master?" ”

Mo Youqian said: "Have you had anything to do these days?" ”

"Probably not." Gu Ren replied uncertainly, the death squad had not had a new mission for more than half a month, and the captain Barney didn't know where to go.

He also went to Thor's bar last night, and heard that Thor said that it seemed that the captain was going to take on a big mission, and it might take a while, or maybe it would be these two days.

"Then you pack up tomorrow and accompany me to Thailand."

Thailand? Tang Ren?

Gu Ren touched his chin and said, "Master, the call just now was from your Thai apprentice?" ”

"Not bad. Tang Ren told me that the martial arts hall should open early, so it was better for me to go there tomorrow. ”

Mo Youqian sighed and said: "Tang Ren was an apprentice I accepted when I returned to China a few years ago, and my qualifications were not good, but his father knew me and didn't mention his past friendships, but this time he opened a martial arts gym in the name of our Mo family boxing, so I naturally don't care about it." ”

Gu Ren hesitated for a moment, it was nothing to accompany Mo Youqian to Thailand, for fear that the captain would receive a task and need him to act.

was hesitating, only to hear Mo Youqian say: "If you have something, forget it, if you can't do it, it's the same if I take Ah Long over." ”

Mo Youqian saw Gu Ren's hesitation, and thought that he didn't want to go to the other side of the ocean for the repair shop that had not yet opened.

Hearing this, when Gu Ren was about to agree, he was suddenly stunned for a few seconds, and then his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "No need master, I'll accompany you to Thailand, Ah Long still has to teach boxing on your behalf, can't you and Ah Long leave, no one teaches boxing and the martial arts gym is closed, right?" That's how I booked my plane ticket online. ”

"Alright, then you can book your ticket for tomorrow morning." Although Mo Youqian didn't know why Gu Ren suddenly changed his words, he still smiled and agreed.

After asking Mo Youqian's ID number, Gu Ren booked two air tickets online to fly to Bangkok, Thailand, at 8 a.m. tomorrow.

Soon, the ticket was booked, and Gu Ren said with a smile: "Okay master, tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, just go to the airport to get the ticket then, I will go back and pack my luggage now, and I will come to pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"Hmm." Mo Youqian nodded with satisfaction.

Waiting for Gu Ren to leave the gate of the martial arts hall, he rushed home as fast as he could.

As soon as he got home, he locked the door, leaned back on the couch, and immersed himself in the system.

【Ding! Don Ren from Thailand hires you to help him investigate the murder, find the real murderer of Songpa and steal the gold, and clear his name. 】

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PS: The first time I wrote a system text, I hope you forgive me if there are data errors, and I will revise it as soon as possible.