Ninety-eighth, I often don't fit in because I'm not perverted enough
"This is the Department of Robbery and Murder. Okay, got it, we'll get over right away. ”
Hang up.
Daisy looked at Dean and Harry, who were salted fish: "Guys, in the alley of 433 Oren Street, when a homeless man was rummaging through the garbage, he found a corpse, I will notify the forensic department, you should go." ”
"Oh~ The life of a happy salary is over, I really don't want to move, this game is so fun." Harry stretched and got up with some reluctance.
He recently became obsessed with a character in a versus game.
That's a heroic character with magical marksmanship - Holy Spear Shaun, a cold man who wears a half-masked mask.
Although the scum pixel can't see where the character is cold at all, as long as this character uses the revolver, Harry is very obsessed with it.
"Harry, you're like those addicts, but you're poisoned with psychotropic marijuana."
Dean complained.
In the past few days, in order to play games, Harry has actually rejected phone invitations from at least five girls in a row, which is too abnormal.
Harry shrugged: "Dean, you don't understand, a miserable childhood, it takes a lifetime to heal, I'm just healing my childhood, let's go, I just want to ride in your muscle car, it's very attractive to women." ”
"It's actually more attractive to men." Dean smiled, habitually checked his newly received pistol, and then took the key and set off.
Oren Avenue is located near a plaza for the elderly.
Because of the old public facilities, only some old people like to wander around the neighborhood, feed the pigeons, and enjoy a happy old life.
This point in time.
The United States has sucked the blood of many countries, and its national welfare is at the end of its peak.
Even some homeless people with normal status also have a fixed subsidy to receive, and those who worked in the early years have a lot of social security money, which can make their lives very nourishing.
Come to the police station.
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties was being questioned by a patrol officer.
Dean took Harry over and said hello to the patrol officer at the precinct, "Hey, guys, what's going on?" ”
"Detective Dean?" , The patrol officer who made the record put down the pen in his hand and smiled: "I have long heard that the fourth squadron has a very handsome detective with a high rate of solving cases, and it seems that my bonus next month is guaranteed." ”
Although he only assists, as long as he solves the case, he will also share a little credit.
It's an unspoken rule.
"Wow." , Harry's eyes were envious: "Dean, you've only been here for two months, and everyone in this branch already knows you." ”
"If it's gold, after all, it will shine and be liked." , Dean stepped forward and shook hands with the patrolman: "I'm Dean, I'm glad you know me, can you tell me what the situation is?" ”
"Absolutely!"
The patrol officer pointed to the homeless man in front of him: "When this gentleman was rummaging through the garbage in the afternoon, he saw a pile of broken cloth next to the garbage can, and he wanted to pick it up and spread it under him, but when he picked it up, he found the body under the cloth." ”
Dean listened and looked at the homeless.
The other party's skeleton was large, but very thin, and he looked a little malnourished, and his hands were stirring restlessly, indicating that he was now restrained in his heart, and his head was bowed and his feet were curled, which meant that he was a little embarrassed by the patrolman's statement of rumoring through the garbage.
This is a homeless man with self-esteem.
There are many kinds of homeless people in America.
In front of him, it is likely that he once had a good life, but later went bankrupt for some reason, and his credit was stained, so he became a homeless man.
Dean's mental power is as high as 11, although he is not a genius, but his memory is good in all aspects, and after reading books carefully these days, he can be regarded as having some gains.
It is estimated that it will not be long before.
His micro-expression analysis can also be introduced.
Maybe I'm worried that I'll be taken as a murderer.
The homeless man was stared at for a long time, and stammered a little: "After I found out, I asked passers-by to call the police, and I didn't go to turn over the body." ”
"That's good."
Dean nodded, took out a twenty-dollar bill and stuffed it into the homeless man's hand: "Sir, thank you very much for the clue, it's cold, let's go buy some hot food." ”
"Thanks, you're such a nice guy."
"Perhaps."
After shrugging his shoulders and asking where to find the homeless, Dean led Harry into the alley.
The Forensics Section has not yet arrived.
They had to check the situation for themselves first.
The body was at the end of the alley, next to the garbage can.
The neighborhood belongs to the old community, and the people living there are all elderly people, in fact, few elderly people will come to such a remote place to throw garbage.
The homeless man was probably too hungry to find him.
The body was on the edge of the garbage can, covered with a pile of rags, probably the reason for the homeless man to pull up, the corners of the rags were exposed, already stained red with blood.
Harry looked at the blood and guessed, "The blood still looks fresh, Dean, maybe you shouldn't let that homeless man go." ”
Dean shook his head, "Didn't you smell a faint rancid smell before you entered the alley?" The color of blood on the cloth looks conspicuous, probably because of the humidity here, so tear off the fabric and look at the corpse. ”
Before he came in, he took a closer look around.
There was no blood, no dragging, and no fighting.
It could just be a place to dump corpses.
The two put on gloves.
Naturally, Harry stepped forward and ripped the fabric open, revealing the body underneath.
In his heart, he has subconsciously regarded himself as a little brother.
The fabric was torn open, revealing the full appearance of the corpse below.
The corpse was lying on its stomach, with its left face to the ground and its right face up, much like a person lying on a bed, with the top of its head near the right ear, slightly sunken, and a dense mass of maggots wriggling on it.
"FK, I'll admit, the other party has indeed been dead for a few days." Harry looked at the pile of maggots with some disgust, feeling that he was going to lose his appetite tonight.
These maggots seem to be eating happily.
The corpse became their best nourishment.
"To be exact, the other party has been dead for seventy-two hours." Dean pointed to the wriggling maggots and pointed: "Many times, we can simply judge the time of death of a corpse based on the development cycle of maggots. ”
"Tsk, Dean, I feel like a lot of times, you're more than someone in the forensics department." , Harry praised, and quickly picked up a small notebook to write it down.
When he followed old Hunter, the other party would not teach him these dry things.
Dean smiled and didn't speak.
The members of the Forensic Bureau have seen many corpses, and there are not necessarily as many corpses as him.
After a brief look at the appearance of the corpse.
Dean reached out and began the examination.
The deceased was male, white, wearing a hip-hop sweatshirt that is now more fashionable, his age looked to be only about twenty years old, his limbs were intact, and his touch was soft, which proved from the side that the other party had been dead for more than thirty hours.
Dean only found the wound on the top of the body's head.
Someone hit him the head, which led to the death of the deceased.
Suddenly.
Dean noticed the gap between the maggots wriggling, and some of the maggots underneath were squeezed up.
These maggots are red on one side and white and yellow on the other, and they look weird.
Strange!
After the death of the human body, the lower the surrounding temperature, the faster the blood will coagulate and thicken, and it is impossible to dye maggots red after 72 hours of death!
Could it be!!
Because he wore gloves on his hands.
Dean quickly opened the deceased's eyelids and looked at the other party's cornea.
The cornea of the deceased was not found to be cloudy, it still looked clear and translucent, and with the influx of light, the pupils also had a very subtle expansion and contraction!
"FK, Harry, call the emergency services!"
"What?"
"This man is not dead!!
Harry looked at the maggots that had fallen to the ground, still wriggling happily, and silently took out his phone.
Although he felt that Dean had been too high last night, and now he was in a trance to say such outrageous words.
But who called him Dean?
After making the call.
Harry reported the results: "Dean, the closest ambulance to here will take ten minutes to arrive. ”
"Hmm." Without raising his head, Dean carefully put the tenacious youth back on the ground and groped around him.
He must find enough clues on the other party before the ambulance comes, otherwise the rescue process will destroy these things.
The hip-hop sweatshirt on the young man's body, with two large connected pockets on the abdomen, is like a kangaroo's pocket, containing a lot of things.
Dean took them out one by one.
"It's. . . Pepper spray? Whistle? Switchblade?. FK, this is the lubricating oil and umbrella??? Harry, who was squatting next to him, changed his color: "Dean, be careful, this guy may be a 0." ”
"What is 0?" As Dean spoke, he took out a long wallet from the pocket of his youth pants, opened it and saw that in addition to some loose money, there was also a social security card.
Great find.
Like a driver's license, a Social Security card has a unique social security number, which is a necessity of life and is equivalent to an American citizen's ID card.
They can identify the injured!
Dean got up and asked Harry to investigate the details of the injured person based on the information on his Social Security card.
As a result, Harry was seen to make a lewd gesture to him with a tangled face: the left index finger and thumb were connected into a circle, making an OK gesture, and then the right index finger poked into the circle, in and out extremely obscenely
Seeing Dean stunned, looking at himself like a pervert.
Harry picked up his left hand with an OK gesture and pointed the circle at Dean: "This is 0 injured people may have AIDS, we must be careful, and we will also remind the medical staff later."
That's when it happened.
Smack.
Something fell to the ground and made a noise.
Harry maintained his gesture and turned his head to see Holtz in the Forensic Section, the toolbox in his hand dropped to the ground, and he was covering his mouth with his hands in disbelief.
Behind Holtz, there were twin blonde twin sisters, who didn't look very old, and were looking at him and Dean with excitement on their faces, and the curiosity and interest in their eyes made Harry's scalp tingle.
“FK!”
Harry's face darkened: "Holtz, man, trust me, I'm just telling Dean what 0 is!" ”
"Perhaps, but I personally admire you for daring to molest Dean. Harry, when you're killed by Dean, I'll help you issue an autopsy report myself!" ”
Dean: "."
Holz picked up the toolbox, walked over with the two girls behind him, and introduced, "This is Dora and Weimi, twin sisters, and my new assistants, and I will take them for a while." ”
Harry looked at the two sisters who were full of youthful vitality, and said with envy and jealousy: "Bastard, what a waste of resources for them to follow you!" ”
Twin sisters!
I want it so much!
Harry wanted to go and say hello.
The two sisters had already approached Dean and enthusiastically introduced themselves to him.
Holz sighed: "I knew it was the result. ”
Harry nodded sympathetically!
Dean loved it.
But he didn't understand why these two stupid women were asking if they were sisters?
The gentleman hides his weapons in his body and does not easily reveal them.
The occasion is not appropriate.
Dean pushed away the two enthusiastic and eccentric women, walked up to Holtz, briefly explained the condition of the wounded, and asked him to make a record of what he had found.
As long as Dean and Harry sign the record, it can also be used as supporting evidence.
Holtz was very interested in the injured person, and before the ambulance came, he pointed to the wound on the other party's head and said to the twins: "The injured person's vitality is very tenacious, but what really saved him was these wriggling cute guys, they can eat carrion, and they can stop bleeding, and some surgeons like to use maggots for debridement." ”
"Cute?"
Harry sensed something was wrong with Holtz.
He glanced at the crowd to find someone who had the same idea, but when he saw Dean and the two sisters listening with relish, he silently stepped aside, lit a cigarette, and smoked it rather wistfully.
He often feels that he is not perverted enough to fit into these people's topics.
Seven or eight minutes later.
The ambulance was long overdue.
Holtz took the two sisters and drove them to the hospital.
They were going to bring all the clothes of the injured back to the Forensic Bureau in case there were any missing clues on them.
Dean took Harry and returned to the Detective Bureau.
The alley is in the middle of nowhere.
It shouldn't have been the scene of the first crime.
The injured person suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head, and the possibility of being attacked was very high, and the money on his body was not lost, which again negated the possibility that the robbers committed the crime randomly.
Except for insane madmen.
No one will hurt or even kill people at will.
There is usually an opportunity and a reason to do it.
The same is true of perverts.
And a mentally abnormal madman rarely deliberately moves the body after a killing.
So it was a premeditated attempted murder!
Then consider the pepper spray, whistle, and switchblade on the injured person, which are the self-protection tools that generally appear on women's bodies.
Dean suspected that the injured had been hurt so badly that he was so insecure.
He has a hunch that through the social security card on the injured person's body, he can easily find out the reason why the injured person was attacked, and even lock the murderer!
Do you think that three or four thousand words in a chapter is too long, and it will make you uncomfortable?
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