The scene of the crime, located in an abandoned factory.

There are large oil drums everywhere, and there are remnants of sundries, iron sticks, and bony wings inside

Harry is familiar with this environment:

"This kind of factory, which was abandoned with the relocation of the city of Los Angeles, has become a gathering place for many children who do not study, where they have fires, gangsters, and barbecues, and it is also a place where those gangs absorb new blood.

Actually, you can see these things in any slum. ”

Dean drove the car, glanced out of the circle, and frowned: "It looks deserted here, and it is estimated that no one has come to the event for a while." ”

"I'll figure this out!" Harry nodded.

He is very clear about his position: don't question, just start and lie down.

Outside the factory.

Two police cars were parked, and colleagues from the Forensic Bureau were inspecting an abandoned vehicle in total black.

And beyond that.

A familiar bald head was comforting a sad-looking middle-aged couple with a bitter face, as if he didn't know how to deal with each other.

The bald head is none other than Hawke.

This guy is very diligent in attendance.

Hear the sound of incoming cars.

Hawke turned his head as if he saw a savior, and ran over: "Dean, you're finally here, this case is a bit tricky, at least I don't know what to do with that pair of godly reporters." ”

Dean opened the window and handed over a cigarette: "What's going on?" ”

"The informants are a pair of occult scholars and well-known psychics in Los Angeles.

They reported the incident last night, saying that their son was missing and was in danger now, but the patrol went over and found that his son was alive and well, so they ignored it.

As a result, they came to the police station again today and provided the address of the factory.

They know some people.

My colleague had no choice, followed the address, prepared to be perfunctory, and it turned out that he really found his son's burned vehicle. ”

"Huh~ This can't be a scene that this couple deliberately directed and acted in order to show their ability, right?" , Harry is a little uninterested in the god stick.

Hawke shrugged: "I don't know, but it's hard for them to get it, and by knowing some people, they've been pressuring us, saying that it was because we didn't pay attention to it yesterday that caused his son to be killed." ”

This kind of relationship has always been the object that they are most tired of and do not want to contact.

Luckily, Dean is here.

Hawke knew that Dean wasn't used to the other party.

And so it is.

Dean got out of the car, glanced at the couple's clothes, and chuckled, "Who do they know?" ”

"Some newspaper figures, and some Z government employees." , Hawke pouted: "Some rich people like to play tarot cards, psychics and the like, so they let these two gods have a chance to get in touch." ”

Hearing this, Dean shook his head: "Hawke, you guys are too soft, when this kind of thing can put pressure on you at will, it means that you don't recognize your identity a little clearly!" ”

After speaking.

Dean walked up to the couple who were insulting the patrol officer, and pulled away the bitter patrol officer who had taken Hawke's place and was sprayed with spit all over his face: "Sorry, two, this is the scene of the crime, please keep quiet, if you have any opinions, you can go to the substation, instead of affecting the state of my colleague here!" ”

Forcing the patrol to be rescued by Dean, he gave him a grateful look and slipped aside, leaving the battlefield to Dean and the couple.

There is no purpose to vent.

Among them, the middle-aged woman, with her eyes wide and full of black eyeliner, and her two black and fat lips colliding up and down, greeted Dean's family directly:

"FK, which son of a bitch's P got out of your eyes?"

She stretched out her slender fingers and nodded at Dean: "If my son really suffers misfortune, my mother swears that you bitches will regret coming to this world!" ”

Hiss~

Harry, who was following Dean, saw this woman actually say such things in front of Dean, covered his eyes, and gasped.

I don't want to live anymore, jump off the building!

It's still neat to die like this.

What are you messing with, Dean!

Hawke also tensed his nerves and stared at Dean's hands, for fear that Dean would directly pull out his gun and kill the informant in full view of everyone.

Fortunately.

In the face of the woman's humiliation, Dean just silently wiped the splattered saliva on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man beside the woman who was also unkind:

"Dude, you brought this out, are you sure you let it bark here?"

"What?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, his wife, dressed like a ghost, screamed as if she was stressed, opened her hands, and grabbed Dean in the face.

The next moment.

An afterimage flashed.

The woman's jaw hurt, and she felt dizzy at the same time, the whole person rose lightly into the air, and while her feet were off the ground, her husband's shocked expression and blue sky and white clouds became her last impression.

A kick to fly a woman.

Dean smiled faintly and waved at Hawke: "Arrest her, send her to the most expensive hospital in Los Angeles for medical treatment, and prosecute her for openly assaulting the detective and obstructing the solving of the case, and I suspect that she has a problem with her mental state, and when the time comes, give her an evaluation, if she doesn't pass, she will be sent directly to a psychiatric hospital for treatment." ”

"No problem!"

Hawke only felt that the unhappiness just now was all gone.

Follow Dean.

It's so cool!

He immediately ordered the little police officer next to him to call the hospital ambulance.

Looking at this group of 'bandits', after knocking his wife unconscious, he openly talked about the follow-up disposal.

The middle-aged man's liver trembled.

We are reporters, victims, and weak!

How dare you!

Aren't these bastards afraid that this matter will be exposed and attract condemnation from public opinion?

He trembled with anger.

Dean's eyes were so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

The man dodged Dean's eyes, lowered his head, his voice was no longer irritable and condescending just now, and his attitude was no longer arrogant before, and he said politely: "I'm sorry, my wife is just too worried about our son, she's not mentally ill." ”

"I know she just doesn't have the quality, and if she wakes up and is willing to apologize to me and my colleagues, maybe the psychiatrist will give the right results."

With that, Dean stopped looking at him and walked towards the wreckage of the vehicle.

This is a more Volkswagen German car, the exterior is pitch black, all traces of gasoline combustion, but the exterior remains basically intact, and there is no sign of explosion.

Besides.

The edges of the vehicle are pitch black and the top is faded.

This means that the flame starts out from the inside of the vehicle and then spreads to the entire vehicle.

Dean looked at the tires.

Here's the interesting part.

The four tires of the car, although there are traces of blackening, are all in good condition, and the car prints around the car can be seen without obvious tire black marks.

It shows that the car became what it is now before it came here.

See here.

Dean basically concluded that this was not the first place where the car was abandoned, but the place where it was transferred, and maybe, the car could still be driven.

Finish these simple clue hunts.

He walked up to the Forensic Section staff who were taking pictures and asked about their findings.

"Guys, what's the discovery?"

When a female employee saw Dean, her eyes lit up, she pushed away her colleague who was taking pictures, and raised the notebook in her hand: "Inspector Dean, you are much more handsome than rumored." ”

"Thank you, but I'm more interested in what happened to this car now, as for my appearance", Dean raised an eyebrow at the average-looking, but very attractive woman, "This involves a genetic problem, if we have the chance, we can find a place to specialize." ”

"I'm looking forward to it."

After the woman returned her flattering eyes, her expression was correct, and she reported the situation:

"The owner of the car was determined to be the informant's son, Azak.

Someone was in the car, poured gasoline, and then set the car on fire and drove over here, and the whole process lasted about three or four minutes.

No blood stains or other signs of possible murder were found in the car.

In fact, we didn't even get a fingerprint, someone should have cleaned the car, and finally cautiously set a fire in the car.

According to the residual traces in the car.

The only thing we know for sure is that there was a lot of "money" in the back seat of this car.

Now they're dusty, and they're burned with the saddle.

But if there are no surprises.

Those are real money, at least the material is the same. ”

Dean nodded:

"From your descriptions, and what I've found, it's safe to assume that the abandoners had plenty of time to take the bills with them.

But he didn't.

I suspect more that those are counterfeit banknotes,

Do you have a way to do this? ”

The woman shook her head: "The burning is too thorough, there is no residue, we can only use experience to determine that it is the dust after the burning of the banknotes, but if the counterfeit banknotes use the same material as the real money, we cannot identify the authenticity of them through the dust." ”

"Okay, I got it."

Dean glanced around the car and handed the female employee his business card: "If you have any new clues, call me as soon as possible, even if it's night, you can come to me to report." ”

"It's all about work?"

"Yes, it's all about work!"

A pair of carnivorous men and women said goodbye after a friendly and cryptic pact.

Harry was guarding the victim's father, the middle-aged man, while talking on the phone and chatting with his friends.

See Dean finish looking at the scene.

He hung up the phone, walked up to Dean, and said in a low voice: "Dean, I asked my friend, here was indeed half a month ago, there were indeed many children around who did not study, but there were several disappearances later, so they changed places." ”

Disappearances?

Dean noted this and pointed to the middle-aged man who was still maintaining his previous movements, for fear of being taken away, and then 'mentally ill': "What does this guy say?" ”

Harry is not an idiot.

During the time he was away, he should have made inquiries.

Speaking of which.

Harry rolled his eyes: "Dean, this guy is probably really not in his right mind, I asked him why he knew his son's car was here, guess what he said?" ”

"Divine revelation?"

"Revelation of the Dead, to be exact!"

Harry complained:

He said that he and his wife, the night before, while sleeping, heard their son shouting for help, so they called the police, and the patrol found his son in the bar.

Last night, they saw their son in flames and continued to call them for help, and they clearly saw the shape and name of the factory.

Eventually, Hawk and the others found this place by the name of the factory. ”

said.

Harry Fox asked, "Dean, there can't really be traces of fat left by burned corpses in the car, right?" ”

Normally.

In this kind of case, the informant is directly regarded as a suspect.

Ten can catch nine correctly.

Another one is an insider, but he only uses dreams to provide evidence.

But the man's recounting of these things, both in tone and in expression, was all too true.

So much so that Harry is a little unconfident.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Dean was amused by Harry: "If their son's charred body is really found in the car, then what you have to do is just handcuff them and take them back for interrogation, instead of wondering if there are really undead in this world!" ”

"Okay.", Harry rubbed his nose a little embarrassed, "Then are we going to track down the missing owner Azak?" ”

"No need!"

Dean pointed to Azak's father, who was almost scared of himself into a sculpture: "Take him straight back to our turf, I can guarantee that this guy knows what happened to his son." ”

Again, that's the same sentence.

In this kind of case, there is no need to think too much, first arrest the person who is chattering with the police, and then interrogate it, and there is generally nothing wrong with it.

Azak's father, the rest of the eyes kept looking this way.

As a god stick.

The most important thing is to look at words and colors.

They seemed to be brainless and arrogant before, but in fact, just look at Hawke's performance, that set is very good for the patrol officers at the bottom, so that they can only endure it, and they don't have the energy to think about the information revealed in the case.

But the couple was unlucky enough to run into Dean, an even more outrageous guy.

Mental hospital!

Azak's father, thinking of that place, couldn't help but weaken his legs.

It is precisely because they have come into contact with people of the three religions and nine streams that they know some of the filth in it.

It hides the bloodiest darkness of humanity and all the bloody madness that can be found.

So.

When Azak's father, seeing Dean talking, suddenly pointed at his companion.

He actually weakened his body, and he scared himself out.

There was a plop, and the dust kicked up.

Dean maintained his finger movements, looked at Harry, and said with some embarrassment, "Dude, seriously, do I look so scary?" ”

Harry nodded with sincerity on his face: "Dean, when you stand with the bad guys, if you don't restrain yourself, I will subconsciously worry about the personal safety of the bad guys." ”

"I don't believe it!"

Dean silently took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on.

Joke.

How can you be a bad person?

So many American ladies shouted God when they were with them.

And God, in the hearts of the American people, represents the divine and charity.

Thus.

He, Dean, is not a bad person.

Harry: "."

He looked at Dean, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, had an elegant temperament, and glanced at the beast, silently walked up to Azak's father, grabbed him by the shoulder, and sat in the back seat of the car.

As a scumbag.

Harry is now very worried that after staying with Dean for a long time, he will evolve from a simple scumbag to a shameless scumbag.