The next day.

After the three Dean got the search warrant, they drove to the warehouse as soon as possible.

Marcas leased warehouse, located in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

It is usually used by small companies to store goods for transit, or to store goods that are not moved often, so few people usually come here.

The warehouse keeper was an old white man.

When the three of them went to look for him, this guy hadn't woken up yet, and he was sleeping soundly with a wine bottle in his arms.

Harry slammed the door a few times.

The old man did not react in the slightest.

If it weren't for the glass window, seeing that his chest was still heaving, it almost made people think that the old man was a corpse.

"I'm really worried about the customers who choose this warehouse." , Harry said helplessly.

"Do you think they'll care?" Lawrence pointed to the top of his head: "There is a lot of surveillance here, even if the warehouse is stolen, the warehouse company has insurance, this old man is probably a mascot." ”

Dean pulled out his phone, glanced at the time, pushed Harry and Lawrence away, stepped back, and kicked the door lock.

There was a loud bang.

The wooden gate, with a lock, smashed and flew in.

Looking at this violent scene, Harry's expression was exaggerated and slightly excited: "Wow, Dean, I feel like we are like robbers breaking into the door now, it's really exciting." ”

"Then your excitement is too low-level." Lawrence pursed his lips mockingly, stepped on a piece of sawdust, and walked in.

He grabbed the old man who was still sleeping and shook it vigorously.

The poor little old man was probably still dreaming, and shouted in a daze: "FK, is this an earthquake, oh, my beer..."

He opened his eyes sleepily, and was stunned to find a hideous face in front of him, and he caught a glimpse of the broken wooden door leaning against the side of the bed, and suddenly came to his senses.

“NO！” The old man hurriedly shrank to the corner of the bed and hugged his little quilt tightly: "The warehouse key is hanging on the wall, I'm just a poor little old man who is lonely, please don't hurt me." ”

Lawrence: "..."

"Don't be nervous, sir, I'm Detective Dean from the Robbery and Murder Division, these two are my colleagues, we need to search warehouse 86, here's a search warrant."

"It's not a robber...", the little old man looked at Dean with a kind smile, and his courage suddenly became bigger: "This is a private domain, you actually broke the wooden door and forcibly broke in, I want to complain to you, I want to compensate, I have to... Woo~"

Dean put down the jacket he pulled open, re-covered the pistol inside, took out a twenty-dollar knife and threw it over: "Take the money, take us to warehouse 86, and then talk nonsense, I promise to send you to prison to step on the sewing machine!" ”

Only then did the old man realize that the seemingly kind police detective in front of him was a bastard!

He didn't dare to say a word of, hurriedly got dressed, and led the three of them to the warehouse area.

The warehouses here are in the shape of a field, divided into four rows, each row of more than 20 warehouses, four corners, and a large warehouse that is obviously larger, adding up to more than 100 rooms.

Warehouse 86 is located just around the corner from here.

Just got in.

Everyone smelled a strange smell that was vague and distinct.

Dean paused.

It's a corpse smell!

The smell was all too familiar to him.

In his previous life, he had slept with many corpses in the organization's training base, including companions who had trained together, and there were also people who had been killed by him with his own hands.

This is also the reason why Dean has a high mating level of L3.

Because if he doesn't find some fun as an anchor point and maintains his very weak humanity, he may have been pathologically distorted a long time ago.

As it approaches.

The smell of non-existent smell became more and more intense.

Lawrence and Harry, who don't even have Dean's sensitive noses, smell them.

"Dude, do you have Ollie here to store it?" Harry covered his nose: "It stinks!" ”

The old man looked embarrassed: "There are a lot of rats living here, so there is often a smell of dead rats, but most of the warehouses here are filled with some mechanical equipment, so it does not affect our business." ”

"No, it's the smell of human corpses!" Lawrence is much more experienced than Harry and is not surprised: "I feel like we have a big harvest this time!" ”

The closer you get to Warehouse 86.

The stronger the smell of corpses.

The old man also realized that something was wrong.

He hurriedly stuffed the key in his hand to Harry on the side: "Anyway, in this row, only warehouse No. 86 is rented, you can go and see for yourself." ”

With that, he ran towards his security room with his legs and feet neat.

"Okay," Harry shrugged, "I kind of know why this old man hasn't noticed anything unusual here." ”

He quickened his pace, walked to Warehouse 86, and opened the door.

Harry didn't notice that Dean and Lawrence had silently run more than ten meters away, looking at him with pity from the side.

The door opened.

The next moment.

A foul smell that was more than ten times thicker than before rushed out.

Harry's eyes widened, his eyes rolled, he fell to the ground, and he fainted.

"Hahahaha!" Lawrence laughed extremely exaggeratedly: "This bastard has been a policeman for more than five years, and he doesn't even have this bit of common sense!" ”

"I think he'll be impressed this time."

Dean was smiling, too.

He enjoyed the friendship that seemed excessive.

It's kinky, but it's really funny.

At room temperature, under normal circumstances, about three days after death, there will be a giant view phenomenon, and a large amount of foul-smelling and toxic gases will accumulate in the body, and finally after a month, with the decay of the skin and flesh, it will tilt out little by little.

Harry was unfortunate enough to be hit by the purest corpse essence.

Jokes are jokes.

The two hurriedly dragged Harry, who had fainted, to the side of the ventilation, and then called the forensic department to ventilate the warehouse by the way.

Two hours.

Holtz drove to the warehouse alone with a few special masks.

"Holtz, are you alone?" , Dean looked puzzled.

Holtz nodded: "It's close to Christmas, and there have been more homicides recently, and Deputy Hunter called a few more people to the villa to conduct a bloodstain simulation analysis, so I was the only one to come." ”

"Okay", Dean didn't care: "Holtz, please help wake Harry up, Lawrence and I will go check in first." ”

"What's wrong with him?"

"Hit a poison gas bomb, haha."

Holtz reacted immediately, and then laughed evilly: "This smell can't be washed off for at least three days, it seems that Harry can't pick up girls recently." ”

Gear up.

Dean and Lawrence walked into the warehouse.

The eye was a black Ford sedan with red dirt stuck to the tires, cracked side windows, and a large amount of dried dark black blood stains underneath.

Cross the car.

A disgusting corpse with a deformed form and most of its skin tattered appeared in front of the two of them.