The terminal of the Los Angeles Greyhound Bus.

A black police officer, leaning against the wall, chatting and laughing with two scantily clad women, scanned the street impatiently out of the corner of his eye.

He was comfortable touching the fish today.

As a result, a phone call from the police detective bureau caused him to run away to this remote ghost place again.

If it weren't for the good luck of meeting two mature women who still have charm and talking to him very enthusiastically, he would probably have scolded his mother a long time ago

That's when it happened.

The black officer's cell phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was the number that made him a little unhappy: "Hey, man, where are you, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm going to go around first, if you can, can you invite two women from your side to come over to the fast food restaurant, I'd like to talk to them."

The black police officer glanced at the two 'mature women' beside him, whistled, and smiled lewdly: "Okay, man, for the sake of your taste and mine, I forgive you, is it a chicken leg fast food on the street corner?" ”

"That's right!"

Hang up.

Inside a fast food restaurant with chicken thighs.

Dean looked at the small used umbrella in the bag in front of him and tapped on the table.

Howard was on the phone with his mother when he was attacked.

Afterwards.

He lost contact.

Howard's mother chose to call the police.

But it's a pity.

In the vicinity of the station, the officers did not find witnesses, nor did they find the place where the other person had been attacked, let alone items such as his mobile phone.

Dean's purpose for coming here this time is simple.

Find the location of Howard's attack!

In the absence of clues, it is not easy to determine the location of a person in such a large area.

And what Howard told his mother wasn't necessarily true.

This requires the thinking of the murderer and the victim.

First, Howard arrived at eight o'clock in the evening, so why was he still here at ten o'clock in the evening?

Second, how did the killer know Howard's exact itinerary? How did he determine Howard's route at such a mixed transit station, and finally sneak attack?

Thirdly, what is the best place for a sneak attack to transport Howard's not-so-light body unobtrusively?

Dean found useful clues after taking a turn around.

In the alley behind the fast-food restaurant, he found several small used umbrellas.

The model of the small umbrella, and the small umbrella that Howard was wearing at the beginning, are the same brand.

Sell hue through money plus hue.

Dean learned a very important message from the mouth of the saleswoman at the fast food restaurant:

In the past two years, a group of elderly warblers have come here, specializing in the fast food business of some passengers who have just gotten off the bus.

In order to save money, some customers will go directly to some small alleys to make quick decisions.

Important: Age!

From a psychological point of view.

Howard, a single-parent family who lacked father's love since childhood, experienced a tragic childhood, and only his mother was always by his side to encourage him to grow up, which will make him have a special mother-love complex in his heart.

In adulthood.

Howard, perhaps out of ethics, would not normally show such affection for his mother.

But with this and other known information.

Dean reasoned about Howard's experience after getting off the bus:

Howard was away from his mother for a long time because of college.

This time, he took advantage of Delen's parole hearing to take a long leave from school, preparing to superimpose it with winter vacation and go home to spend time with his mother.

In his heart at this moment, he must be extremely looking forward to seeing his mother after a long absence.

The result is at this time.

He passed by the alley, and a 'mature woman' who matched his X fetish, dressed coolly, beckoned to him, and said gently: Little handsome guy, come and play.

What little boy who loves his mother has withstood this test?

The small volcano that had been building up in Howard's heart for a long time completely erupted.

It's hearty.

Howard was content to take two collectibles with him and set out on his journey home again, all the while making a phone call to his mother.

outcome

As for Dean's speculation, this speculation is not reliable.

Just ask the two mature women who accosted the black police officer.

Dean didn't have to wait long.

The black police officer led two mature women who looked charming from a distance and were full of inferior cosmetics up close.

Dean sat in the corner.

He beckoned to the trio.

When the two women saw Dean, their eyes lit up: "Wow, your companion looks handsome, but I don't know if it tastes good enough." ”

"It's definitely not as strong as mine!"

The black police officer pursed his lips and whispered a whisper before walking over with the two women: "Hello, I'm Alido, and you're Detective Dean?" ”

"Yes." Dean pulled out a stack of loose bills and handed it to the black officer: "Man, I'm sorry to have you waited so long, go get some hot chicken leg set, I need to talk to these two ladies." ”

This stack of loose bills adds up to one or two hundred dollars.

Not to mention the drumsticks.

That's enough for him to eat two younger 'fast food'.

A smile immediately appeared on Xiao Hei's face, and he took the banknote: "Okay, I'll wait for you to finish, even if you go to the back of the alley with these two to talk for a while, I swear, I'll wait for you." ”

As soon as the banknotes came out.

The two women looked at Dean more eagerly, with a low-quality perfume, and wanted to sit around Dean.

Dean didn't want to be stained with that pungent fragrance, so he hurriedly raised his hand to stop it: "Two beautiful ladies, I'm a little short of time, can you answer some of my questions?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a thicker stack of loose bills from his pocket.

These nightingales naturally have a kind of rejection of the police, otherwise those policemen would not really have been able to get any useful information last time.

Problems that can be solved with a small amount of money.

Dean was not willing to waste time.

Sure enough, for the two well-informed old nightingales, money was much better than Dean's handsome face.

They nodded cooperatively, "Just ask." ”

"Have you ever seen this man?" Dean pulled out a picture of Howard and handed it to the two.

The two of them took a look, their faces changed slightly, and they shook their heads hesitantly: "No." ”

"Life at the station is not easy.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have looked disgusted and come out to solicit customers in broad daylight.

You are all low-level people, and I don't want to embarrass you, so please don't take me for a fool, what do you think? ”

The two looked at each other.

One of the older women, who took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, lit it, took a deep breath, and then whispered:

"Okay.

This man, four days ago, did patronize one of our sisters' business.

He doesn't look very old, but he has a bit of a mother, and when he is exercising, he adds money for my sisters to call him son.

This kind of customer is actually not small.

But when he left, he took a couple of my sister's condoms and a bottle of lube as a souvenir.

Generally this kind of person prefers to take away our stockings.

This makes it easier for them to savor it when they go back.

He behaved very. Special.

So after a couple of patrolmen took his picture and asked us, my sister told us about it. ”

After speaking.

She also smiled: "I suspect that little guy, take those things, and in the end, he will definitely not be able to help but take the last step, after all, women of our age need the help of lubricants to get into the state." ”

Dean: "."

"I need to know when and where he's leaving."

The woman glanced at the money on the table and shrugged, "I need to ask my sister, this money is not enough for the three of us." ”

"I don't have a lot of patience." Dean threw the last bit of loose money on his body on the table.

The woman took the money, and she did things well.

Not much.

Dean got what he wanted.

Howard was indeed as he had guessed before, and on the way home, he did not stand the test of these forty or fifty-year-old women.

Young people are thin-skinned.

Instead of choosing an alley deal, he had the woman take him back to their rental house.

Accumulated desires.

Howard worked tirelessly from eight o'clock in the evening until nine o'clock, before he took some loot and staggered away.

Led by two women.

Dean and the black police officers came to the rental house of the women.

It's all old apartments, and on the outside of the apartments, there's the kind of external iron-framed staircase that you can worry about disconnecting.

Dean thought about Howard's way home.

He didn't have many friends.

At this point in time, he either took a taxi, or found a temporary hotel for a night, or called his mother to pick him up.

According to Howard's mother's interrogation record after calling the police:

At that time, Howard only talked about his current location near the station, and talked about his vacation plans when he returned.

didn't wait for the two to talk about anything else.

Howard's mother, after hearing a cacophony of noise on the other end of the phone, could no longer contact her son.

Substitute Howard's thinking.

He had just rolled the sheets for more than an hour with a woman who smelled of inferior perfume, and he must have been contaminated with that smell as well.

So it's unlikely that Howard will call his mother to pick him up.

He is more likely to be prepared to find a hotel to sleep in for the night and then return home the next day.

Follow this guess.

Dean ends up on a road to the inn and finds some bloodstains that have been hidden by the dust.

Blood stains are located around the corner of the street alley.

There are also footprints left by passers-by on it, and there is not much information to be provided.

But Dean noticed that in the position of sticking to the alley, a clear footprint heel was imprinted on the soft dirt of the alley!

If these blood stains were really left by Howard.

Then the attacker should have waited here for a while before Howard passed by and gave him a hard blow on the right side of the head!

After saying goodbye to the black police officer.

Dean made a phone call to Holtz in the Forensic Section.

It's more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

Holtz rushed over with his two twin assistants, holding the familiar portable DNA test kit.

"Dean, you actually found the place where Howard was attacked!"

Holtz's face was full of disbelief.

After all, so many patrol officers in the substation were dispatched, but they didn't find any clues, and it only took Dean a morning to get these things done.

Dean flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said lightly under the curious gaze of the twin sisters behind Holtz, "After all, I'm Dean, okay, man, let's make sure that these bloodstains are not left by Howard." ”

Because they already had a DNA sample from Howard.

I waited for about ten minutes.

Holtz raised his head: "It's basically certain that this blood is left by Howard, but after I go back, I need to try again with a more accurate machine before I can issue a report." ”

"That's enough!" Dean beckoned to Holtz.

"These should be the footprints left by the murderer.

He was leaning in the corner, waiting for Howard to come to the door.

I don't know why he knew Howard's route accurately.

But this footprint is a little different from ordinary footprints, such as women's wide-soled high heels, but the heel width is a little large. ”

Holtz leaned over, looked at it, and nodded: "This shoe print is indeed uncommon, but we have experts in this area in the forensic department, I will extract the footprint and bring it back, and I should be able to give you a result tomorrow." ”

"Well, hopefully it's a good outcome." Dean nodded helplessly.

Just when he thought there wasn't much to be gained today.

Robert's phone call surprised him.

I was a little confused.

There should be another chapter in the waiting.

But my brain is spinning slowly, and I'm not sure if I can come out before twelve o'clock, and if it doesn't, I'll have two more chapters tomorrow.

(End of chapter)