Got out of the car.

Looking at the single-family house in front of him, Dean was a little surprised.

In his memory, Maas's parents divorced early, and Mas lived with his father, and the family was not wealthy.

Do private investigators make so much money?

Neil led the way and introduced: "This is my mother's house, after I came back, my mother gave me the house, I thought the villa was too big, so I invited my brother to come and live together, but he often runs outside and rarely comes back, so many times, I live here alone." ”

"Didn't your mother like Maas?"

Dean was surprised, and listened to Neil's meaning, this house was only after she returned, and Maas had a chance to live in it.

Neil shook her head sadly: "My brother and I are actually half-siblings. ”

Dean hadn't heard that from Maas.

He closed his mouth and stopped talking.

The villa has three floors.

Maas lives on the third floor.

The two took the elevator to Maas's room.

The room was large but seemed messy.

There are many old photos hanging on the wall, and there is a writing board opposite the bed, on which some mind map analysis has not been wiped down.

Next to the clipboard are several bookshelves crammed with books.

Across the bookshelf is a large pile of videotapes and a projector.

Neil pointed to a pile of things in the corner of the room: "Dean, these are the things that my brother left for you, you take your time, I'll go get you a drink." ”

"Ice water is fine, thank you."

Dean nodded, watched Niel leave, and then walked over to the pile.

Here are some of the documents.

At the top of the document was a letter without a postage stamp, left to the addressee of Dean, his phone number, and the address was his mother's residence.

The letter is sealed and can be mailed with just a stamp attached.

Pity.

Maas doesn't have this chance!

Dean took a deep breath and picked up the letter, making sure the envelope wasn't opened before taking out the paper.

There is not much on the stationery:

Dean, remember what we promised?

You are my best brother!

I said that when I had the chance, I would help you keep an eye on your father's affairs.

As a matter of fact.

After I had some connections, I bought off the Los Angeles Forensic Identification Department and gathered some information about your father's death.

I found out something strange through the photos of your father's corpse.

There is a problem with the death report given by the medical examiner!

I want to go to that medical examiner.

But the medical examiner who performed your father's autopsy left his post and disappeared shortly after your father's death.

Your father's death is a big problem!

I started a relationship, but I couldn't find each other.

I'm afraid you'll be sad.

I haven't told you about it.

But, Dean!

You're in luck!

I met him!

He's in Las Vegas!

I've got my hands on him.

Dean, my best brother, believes that by the time you get this letter, I will have the other side and find out the truth about your father's death.

Ha ha.

I seem to have seen how excited you are.

It's a big surprise, right?

--Your good brother, Maas.

Dean read the letter, a little silent.

There was a good brother in the forerunner!

He put the letter away, crouched down, and looked at the other papers.

It's all about Dean's father, including his crime-solving style, relationships, accomplishments at the police department, and the last case, some of the colleagues involved, forensic information, and a bloody photo.

The main character in the photo is Dean's father.

He was lying on his back on the cold coroner's table, with eight tiny bullet holes in his back, dense and deadly!

See what the bullet holes look like.

Dean's pupils shrank.

During the flight, due to factors such as high rotation, after hitting the human body, the bullet often presents small entrance trauma, while the internal injury presents a sputtering tear.

The surface of the gunshot wound will be in a different state depending on the type of bullet and the different flight distance.

Dean had handled quite a few corpses in his previous life and was familiar with them.

According to the information shown in the photo.

In Dean's mind, a picture immediately appeared: an unknown gunman, standing behind his father, no more than five meters away, took advantage of his defenselessness, fired eight shots in a row...

The other party's goal is to kill people.

At such a close distance, so many shots need to be fired.

Dean guesses that the gunman is terrible at marksmanship and knows his father!

No wonder Maas said he had discovered something strange.

Experienced forensic doctors, seeing such injuries, will guess that Dean's father was shot at close range, but the result given by the police is that Dean's father died in the line of duty, and the murderer was killed by the rest of the police who rushed in the process of escaping.

Dean's memories of these are already a little blurry.

Maas didn't know how to get all these materials through what channels, but he must have wasted a lot of effort!

Dean found the medical examiner's information, memorized the other party's appearance and information, and then stuffed the information back into the file bag.

That's when it happened.

Knock knock~

Outside, there was a knock.

Neil stood in the doorway with a glass of ice water: "Dean, the water is here." ”

The door didn't close.

Neil knocked on the door, deliberately reminding him that he cared about his privacy.

This is a very well-educated and good girl.

"Thank you."

Dean got up, took the ice water, and drank it all in one gulp.

It's cool.

Dean only felt that the pores of his body were stretched, and the dryness in his body dissipated.

Call~

In this weather, you have to drink a cold drink.

Put down the water glass.

Dean looked into Neil's eyes and said seriously, "Neil, do you know what Mas has been busy with lately?" ”

Neil shook her head: "Private detective is a profession that values privacy, my brother never told me this, and if it wasn't for his accident, I wouldn't have come to his room." ”

As if she had thought of something, her red and swollen eyes looked straight at Dean: "Dean, do you suspect that my brother's death is actually related to the case he investigated recently?" ”

With that, Neil looked at the file bags behind Dean.

She didn't look at the files, but only called Dean because the envelope had Dean's name, phone number, and address.

Dean shook his head: "Not necessarily, otherwise these materials will not be left for you to hand over to me, but I still need to understand, if Maas died because of these materials, then now the two of us are not in a safe situation!" ”

He wasn't sure if Maas's death was due to contact with the medical examiner.

These need to be understood before we can make a conclusion.

Neil said in a solemn tone, "Dean, what do you need me to do?" ”

"Take me to Maas's corpse!"

...

After Maas was shot, the body was taken by the Las Vegas police to the morgue of the Forensic Identification Bureau.

This is a necessary procedure.

Dean looked up the address of the Forensic Section and took Neil with him.

Not much.

A square building appeared in front of the two of them.

Dean parked the car and didn't rush to get out of the car, but under Neal's surprised gaze, he took out an unnumbered M1911 from the base of the car and examined it carefully.