PS: I'm sorry, but my brain hasn't been very bright these two days.

After getting off the bus.

Dean glanced at the mailbox erected on the side of the road, his eyebrows furrowed.

Residents of the United States often receive a variety of bills, receipts, and letters, so they generally have the habit of checking their mailbox every day.

But the mailbox outside Barnaby's house was full at the moment.

This mailbox is about the size of an adult's torso, and the volume is not small, even if Barnaby did not set the receiving address in the law firm he opened, the mailbox would not have reached this level in a few days.

Moreover, Barnabi has more business and receives more letters every day, and it is unlikely that he will set up his inbox address at his residence.

So, Barnaby probably hasn't been back for a long time.

"Carlo."

Dean grabbed Carlo, who wanted to ring the doorbell, and said solemnly, "When was the last time you saw Barnaby?" ”

Although Carlo didn't know why Dean asked this, he still said honestly: "Barnaby took the initiative to find us the day after we found the deceased Yu Linfen, and the specific time was six days ago. ”

"Six days.."

Dean muttered to himself.

The deceased Yu Linfen was suspected of having a gangster background and helping the Chinese gang Huaqing Gang launder money, but he died suddenly, either assassinated by a rival gang or involved in other dangerous things.

Considering that Barnaby is deeply involved with the Chinese black intermediary, and is the personal lawyer of the deceased Yu Linfen.

He suspects that Barnaby, the lawyer, has been killed at home, and even in his residence, there may be people waiting for him!

To be on the safe side.

Dean still told Carlo to take out his pistol and open the safe.

Carlo is a man of persuasion.

Seeing that Boss Dean was so solemn, he realized that the situation was wrong, not only did it immediately, but also went back to the car, mended a body armor, and by the way, straddled a semi-automatic rifle around his waist.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one on the side of the road.

Anyone who sees his outfit at first glance will think that this is a thug who is ready to violently invade the private sphere of others.

After feeling a little safer.

Carlo looked at Dean and asked if he could come forward.

"Go ring the doorbell."

Dean is now on suspension and is considered to have helped solve the case, so he did not pull out his gun.

Carlo took a deep breath, walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell.

That's when it happened.

A creepy feeling welled up in Dean's mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed Carlo and threw it behind him, while he jumped down the steps and curled up in the same embarrassing posture of a standard goose falling on the sand and a vicious dog pounced.

The next moment.

Bang~

Countless sawdust flew out of the gate, and the orange flames raged, tearing apart most of the exterior walls of the house, and at the same time, with a circle of visible air waves, swept in all directions, shattering the glass of several nearby houses...

Buzz~

Dean struggled to get up from the ground with a not-so-serious tinnitus, and looked at the mess around him with an ugly face.

His guess came true!

Someone has set up an explosives trap in the house!