The three of them went upstairs, and the officer said, "This is the room." ”

Miller approached the room and looked inside, it was empty, almost everything was gone, except for magazines, CDs, clothes and the like on the floor.

There was only one man in a suit inside, and it was a trace expert sent by the local police. Miller showed his ID and stepped forward to talk, they have been following this case, and they can help each other at this time.

"It's horrible, like hiring a moving company." Miller and Penny said.

"Movers don't throw things on the street."

"About Mono," Miller asked the officer, turning to the officer, "has anyone seen him jump on his own?" ”

"No, it was said to have been thrown down." The officer took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders and made a strange expression, the kind that he couldn't believe but had to believe.

"Drop it?" Miller looked incredulous.

It's Penny, her eyes narrowed slightly, there's nothing to believe, this place is much closer than the hospital.

Shaun, is that you?

The officer was still exaggerating what he knew: "It was thrown directly into a gasoline drum and burned." ”

"Are you dead now?" Penny cares about this.

The police officer scratched his head: "There shouldn't be, the number of reported deaths is still zero." Seriously, the strangest thing is this, no one is dead! ”

Aren't you dead?

Penny muttered to herself, thoughtful.

Since most of the stuff had been thrown out, the room was eerily empty.

There were magazines, pictorials, CDs, and small bugs on the ground.

The trace expert was crouching on the ground looking for footprints, and there must have been a lot of footprints in a room like this.

If there is a man who throws everything in the house down, as described, he must have to walk through the whole house.

Items thrown on the street should also have fingerprints on them.

That's enough evidence to send people to court!

Penny's eyes fell on the wall, there should have been a wall-mounted TV, but now it's gone, I heard that on the street, the broken TV I just saw was here.

The exaggerated power conforms to all logic, and the socket cord on the wall has traces of being torn strongly.

Miller carefully found a cell phone from under a magazine and placed it in the evidence bag: "Give this to the technical team and see what's inside." ”

Penny walked along the drawn line, crossed her shoulders, and stood at the window to look down, where there were large and small white powder circles painted on the street, and everyone knew what they meant.

She closed her eyes and imagined what had happened here last night, a simulation.

In the picture, the person who appears is none other than the dead bald Shaun.

His eyes looked at him coldly, and Penny shuddered slightly.

"Agent Penny. Someone is looking for it. The officer called out to her.

"Is there a police dog here?" Someone asked at the door.

Penny turned, and a medium-sized police officer stood by the door with a shiny yellow labrador in a canine police uniform.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Rose, a good fellow." The officer reached out and shook Penny's hand, "I'm Jack from the Police Dog Center. Hughes. ”

Penny gave him a strange look, "Jack, Rose?" ”

"Rose is a good dog!" Jack laughed, leaning down and patting Labrador's head, "Really?" ”

Labrador nodded.

Penny's eyes widened, then she squatted down with a smile and touched Labrador's head, "It's a good girl, does she know what she's looking for?" ”

Jack nodded: "After three years of training, she can basically smell those drugs." ”

"Come on, then!" Penny smiled, and the dog was in hand.

Walking into the room, the Labrador sniffed along the corner.

Constable Jack didn't follow, but stood by the door and chatted to Penny: "It's an exaggeration, the street is full of things, and Rose is almost tired." ”

"Really? We still have a place to go. ”

"Well, Rose is a good dog, as long as it's work, she never barks tired!"

"Oh~" Penny smiled like a flower, very happy, and touched the search warrant in her pocket, and Shaun's nasty bald head came to mind.

Rose lifted her wet nose and gently rubbed her wrist, and Petunia narrowed her smile and happily stroked the healing cuteness, the hair so smooth.

After touching it twice, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he remembered what the dead bald man said:

Mao Duo, not cute!

Phew!

Rose looked at the woman with wide eyes and a little cuteness, as if she felt like she was angry.

"Oh, how cute this furry is! Some people say you're not pretty? You've got to bite him! Penny stroked its head again, exclaiming.

Jack interrupted in surprise: "Ma'am, don't teach my dog badly, okay?" She's docile! ”

Penny's hands stiffened, and she snorted and stood up: "Humiliated?" ”

"Who's going to humiliate my Rose," Jack asked curiously, crouching down and half-hugging it, "Look, how cute!" Hairy. ”

Penny was half angry.

…...

Moreau rode while looking at the address, there are more Chinese in this area, but most of them are people with low economic level, he saw a bus stop in front of him, and a Chinese girl got off the bus with a backpack and walked forward.

When I saw the backpack, I inexplicably felt that there were good things in it, and I wanted to run away and grab it.

Xiao Xue turned into the door of the community, and the wind was a little strong today. It was inconvenient to wash clothes, as if a hurricane was coming.

There was a mailbox in the corridor, Xiao Xue pursed her lips, took the key and opened it, several letters, as well as advertisements, were all in her hand.

Pedaling up to the fifth floor, opening the door and entering the house, I breathed a sigh of relief, although the home is broken, there are still some very commemorative things, and anything less will be heartbroken.

Morrow's car stopped, and the place where the girl went in just now seemed to be the address on the note, and he felt a little uneasy, it couldn't be who Sean was.

Chinese Americans may know each other.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking about the hundred dollars, but stopped the car and picked up the bag. He gently touched his bag, which contained a knife for self-defense.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he locked the car and walked towards the hallway.

…...

In the room, Xiao Xue checked the letters.

The letters and advertisements that had just been taken out of the mailbox were on the table, some of them from nearby restaurants, some of them from credit companies, some of them for workers.

Some of those letters look like advertising letters, but one of them, which seems to be more delicate, looks like the printed words on the cover are from Midland Bank.

Midland Bank, Xiao Xue frowned when she saw it, her brother had never let him read this letter before.

She hesitated, took it apart, and at first glance was startled by the eye-piercing number.

If the bank collects debts, the total amount is a little more than $30,000, and it will be repaid $2,000 this month as required.

Xiao Xue bit her lower lip and put the letter on the table.