"The people from the forensic department are here, and with them is old Hunter."

While Dean was wandering around the cellar over and over again, Lawrence ran down from it to give him information.

"Old Hunter is here too?"

Dean nodded and followed Lawrence up.

It should have been Harry who called Old Hunter, and Old Hunter felt that Daisy's matter was inconvenient to talk about on the phone, so he chose to come with the team of the Forensic Department and interview directly.

On the Forensics Section's side, Holz is also there.

This guy has heavy dark circles on his face, and he doesn't have a good rest.

"Hi, Dean."

Holtz greeted them without any spirit: "God, my colleague and I just worked overtime to dissect more than twenty corpses found in the previous house, don't tell me there is also a big scene here." ”

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Holtz felt that Dean might have some kind of mysterious buff on him, and wherever he went, there would be big cases.

As soon as this guy comes back, he's going to be a dog.

Dean shrugged: "Only five people died this time, and the murderer's methods are amazing, and I can't see through it." ”

"Oh?"

Holz came interested.

He yawned, didn't care about talking nonsense with Dean, and after asking the place of death, he hurriedly rushed into the cellar of the villa with his colleagues and a suitcase.

Holtz's group left.

Dean and Lawrence's eyes fell on the sad face of old Hunter.

"What's going on with Daisy?"

"Who took Daisy?"

The two asked in unison.

Old Hunter sighed, sat down casually on the steps outside the villa, lit a cigarette, and spit out the clouds for a while before he organized his words; "It's a troublesome thing, do you know who took Daisy?"

Lawrence shook two pieces of meat in his face: "Don't sell it!" Old Hunter, my hands are itchy like this, and we know that we still have to ask you? ”

When Dean heard this, his eyes narrowed: "My own people? ”

Old Hunter gave Lawrence a blank look before nodding at Dean: "After I received Harry's call, I immediately contacted the director of the substation, and he told me that the person who took Daisy was someone from the city's special anti-terrorism team (SWAT). ”

"Anti-terrorism?"

"What did Daisy do, those people need to be dispatched, don't tell me what terrorist attack she was involved in!"

Lawrence was stupid.

The last time he saw SWAT participate in the operation, it was the Lincoln Farm operation with more than 100 shootouts, and even a lot of rockets were fired that time, and the battle scene is not too much to call it a skirmish.

What did Daisy do?

Dean frowned.

He knew a little more than Lawrence.

SWAT is actually subordinate to the FBI, and the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles SWAT, strictly speaking, also belongs to the FBI branch director in Los Angeles, that is, the new director who was previously trapped in the hospital by Dean.

The question is.

The other person is in the hospital.

The previous staff of the FBI branch in Los Angeles, except for Chestonn, were also basically killed by the explosion attack of the Lucifer Twin Retriever Elder.

So who is the commander behind this SWAT sortout?

Dean looked at the solemn old Hunter and voiced his doubts.

Old Hunter flicked the cigarette butt in his hand and sighed again: "I also want to know, the question is that after I called to report, do you know how the director replied to me?" ”

He shrugged with a dark face, and learned the greasy voice on the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, Captain Hunter, your rank is too low, you don't have the right to know the details of the case, I'm sorry, that bitch secretary didn't take my squad leader in his eyes at all, and he didn't even want to say where Daisy was caught." ”

This.

Lawrence Muggle up.

He wasn't afraid of Daisy being taken away.

Daisy is also a member of the Police Association, and something really happened for no reason, and the entire Los Angeles Police Department, forced by public opinion, will choose to do its best to investigate.

The problem is that the person who took Daisy is his own person.

They don't yet know where the person was taken.

This makes people powerful and nowhere to go.

Lawrence was distraught and smashed his fist on the stone pillar next to him: "FK, we are working hard to investigate the case here, but those old dogs are dragging us back behind our backs, I really want to lift the table!" ”

Dean patted Lawrence on the shoulder, who was angry, and comforted: "At least the director should know the details of Daisy's being taken away, and if we want to save Daisy, we must solve this case quickly." ”

SWAT is nominally under the jurisdiction of the FBI.

The sooner they solved the case, they could also make the FBI team leader owe a favor and let him intervene in Daisy's arrest.

Lawrence understood the meaning of Dean's words and nodded unwillingly.

He was so angry that he didn't have much affection with Daisy, but simply to be angry with his colleagues who had been with him for a long time.

As for Dean's lack of eagerness as Lawrence, it's not that he's unjust, but that he secretly has an Amon relationship with the new deputy chief of the police bureau, Henk.

Even if the new director of the FBI bureau, Carmez, does not give face.

At that time, Dean can also find out about Daisy through Deputy Director Henk's line.

Now the key is to solve the case.

He had a gut feeling.

This brutal serial murder case is not really over yet!

Old Hunter took the words and hurried away.

Dean and Lawrence, too, relented in their emotions and returned to the cellar.

While Holtz was chatting with Dean, he and his colleagues had already divided the entire cellar with warning tape, divided the work, and surveyed the scene.

Someone was trying to get a sample of the liquid from the freezer, someone was crouching on the ground to check every inch of the ground, and Holtz was looking up at the five slightly frightening corpses above his head and frowning deeply.

Dean walked up to him: "How's it going, do you see how these people are dying?" I wondered how the killer had secured the bodies with the help of several large iron nails. ”

Holtz is a professional forensic doctor and well-informed, and may have seen similar murder methods.

Dean's inquiry was heard.

Holtz twisted his somewhat sore neck, and instead of answering Dean's question directly, he asked rhetorically: "Dean, do you know what the real cause of death of the more than twenty puzzle pieces that were hung up before?" ”

"Suffocation!"

Dean's mind flashed back to the images he had seen before, re-scribbling each frame, and finally gave an affirmative answer: "Although I did not remove the bodies to take a closer look, I noticed that the facial muscles of those deceased were stiff and stiff, and there were no secondary strangulation marks on their necks, so I suspect that they had been injected with some kind of anesthetic drug before they were hanged, causing their facial muscles to stiffen." ”

Most of the muscles on the face of the deceased who were normally hanged showed a twisted and hideous appearance, the lips were pulled up, the gums were exposed, and the tongue was spit out, and as the corpse froze, this hideous appearance was maintained for a day or two.

But the more than 20 corpses that formed the sky-high hanging before were not like this.

So Dean suspects that those people have been injected with drugs in their bodies before they are hung up, so this abnormal situation can occur.

Holtz gave a thumbs up to Dean directly:

"Your inference is correct.

We found excessive amounts of muscle sclerosing agents in the bodies of those who died.

The murderer was very cruel, and under the effect of the potion, the dead were in a petrified state before they were hanged.

They could only watch themselves and their companions being hanged, feeling the suffocation that filled their senses a little bit, and the arrival of death, which was a double torture of body and mind.

In fact, even if the dead were not hanged, they would lose their breathing function due to the excessive effect of the drug, causing themselves to suffocate to death. ”

said.

Holtz pointed to the five corpses above his head: "It should be the same here, under normal circumstances, the fixed contact area of iron nails is so small, the flesh and blood of the human body cannot support and fix the body of hundreds of catties without falling, unless these corpses are similar to wooden planks, plaster and the like, I say so, can I give you some hints?" ”

Dean's eyes widened slightly after listening to Holtz's prompt.

What means can make flesh and blood become properties like planks and plaster?

Dean glanced at the freezer filled with unknown frozen liquids and hesitated, "Frozen? ”

The problem is that there are no traces of freezing on the surface of the corpse.

Holz nodded: "Yes, but it's not freezing in our cognition, but injection freezing, Dean, you should know that our human body contains a lot of liquid, and some medicines, after being injected into the human body, can directly condense all the tissue fluid of the human body, without dissecting, and it is difficult to see from the appearance." ”

His eyes were solemn:

"This method of killing is similar to the previous muscle stiffening potion.

Before the deceased dies, the perception will be greatly improved, and the body parts can be felt little by little. It's like never having that part of your body.

I've only heard of this method, and it's the first time I've seen it.

Dean, if I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid there wasn't any blood left at the scene.

You're really in big trouble this time. ”

This is no ordinary murderer, and Holtz feels that Dean has encountered a hard stubble this time, and maybe the boat will capsize.

Knock knock~

A cacophony rang out from the cellar.

Several sturdy security guards took the tools with a hard look on their faces, and removed the five corpses from the ceiling of the cellar.

The ports of those iron nails were embedded in the inside of the corpse.

This process is not beautiful at all.

The corpses were unusually heavy, and the slings were crumbled tightly.

This made Lawrence somewhat admire Holtz's foresight.

If it weren't for Holtz's suggestion to get some rope-like devices in the air first, the security guards might not have been able to hold down the heavy corpses that had lost their large iron nails.

After the body was hanged down.

Dean touched it and found that the corpse was not as hard as he imagined, but with a tenacity, and the corpse itself was a little swollen, but this swelling was not the same as the swelling produced by the corpse, but it was like the kind of full swelling that cement poured into the body.

Holtz wore gloves and examined more closely.

The situation was even more troublesome than he had imagined.

He looked at Dean with some schadenfreude: "Man, the murderer is even more cruel than I thought, he was injected with the potion, watched these people suffocate to death, froze them, and finally nailed these five unlucky eggs to the ceiling, he is very vindictive, I suspect that he also has a psychological problem." ”

Dean rolled his eyes.

Isn't this nonsense.

Normal people kill people, white knives go in, red knives come out, or da-da-da, leave after killing, at most pour a cement, dismember and divide a corpse.

It is rare for a murderer to have the leisure to assemble a jigsaw puzzle of corpses after killing someone.

This is also the reason why although Dean deduced that the murderer had killed all the enemies, the sixth sense still felt that the other party would still shoot.

Murderer, I'm afraid there is a psychological problem.

The other party may have been a normal person before the killing, but with the step by step revenge, he has begun to become a madman.

And the thoughts of madmen are impossible for ordinary people to fathom.

Zizi~

The accompanying personnel evacuated the cellar with five corpses.

Large shards of reagent spray are sprayed in the cellar.

Moment.

Dean and the others entered the cellar again.

In the darkness, only the top of my head appeared in specks of blue fluorescence.

Holz shrugged:

"It seems that my inference is not wrong.

The killer did inject the deceased with the drug again.

He is very skilled in this method, and his real identity is probably not simple.

Also, I just looked at a sample of the liquid that my colleague took from the freezer.

Although it has not been tested by the instrument, I am almost certain that it is the K reagent.

This reagent is generally used for coagulation experiments, the price is not cheap, and if it is applied to the human body, it can make the human blood coagulate quickly, causing a reaction similar to catalyzing into zombie.

Tsk, if the liquid in those freezers is all K reagents, then I congratulate you, Dean, this time you met a madman who is not short of money.

But it's also a key clue.

K reagent is a dangerous medical drug under control, even if it is a black market, it is difficult to get such a large weight, you can check this aspect, you may be able to get some clues about the murderer.

The time of death of the deceased cannot be inferred.

But the body of the deceased swells after death, which is typical of the cryo-sclerotic reaction.

The murderer should have waited for the death of the deceased, worried that the corpse would be maintained on the ceiling for too short a time, and soaked the corpse for a period of time, but only because of the effect of the reagent and the low temperature here, so there were no obvious freezing marks on the surface of the corpse. ”

"Abaaba."

Lawrence looked at the talkative Holtz in confusion and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen a short version of Dean.

There was also a slight shock in Dean's eyes.

This guy is progressing so fast.

Since Holtz was inspired by him, his way of thinking has been significantly different from that of ordinary forensic doctors, preferring to deduce the murderer's psychology from the traces, and then from the murderer's psychology, to extrapolate the traces of the scene.

This is typical criminal investigation (crime) thinking.

Holtz was still a little immature on this before, which was probably equivalent to Dean's super low-profile version.

Didn't see each other in just a few months.

This guy has grown into a low-profile version of Dean.

Helplessly, Dean is hanging on the wall, not only does his thinking turn super fast, but through the instillation of skills, he also has no self-knowledge of various survey knowledge, and has a trace knowledge reserve that ordinary people can hardly have in a lifetime.

So Holz really wants to reach Dean's level, and I'm afraid there is no hope in this life.

Seeing the two of them in shock.

Holtz's face was serious, and he was already starting to laugh proudly in his heart.

It's not in vain that I hold my breath and enrich myself crazily, work hard, and spend so many words.

It finally shocked Dean.

This feeling is 10,000 times more refreshing than playing poker!

He pretended to pat Dean and Lawrence on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Okay, the hint is given to you, I will determine the time of death of the deceased with my colleagues as soon as possible, and then leave it to you, pay attention to safety." ”

With that, Holz turned to leave.

Dean and Lawrence looked at each other, speechless.

Damn it.

Loaded for him.

"Let's go, Dean, go investigate the K reagent, didn't you let that FBI chick investigate the flow of funds in Chinese medicine before, Daisy has already checked it before, and she hasn't moved at all, just leave this matter to her."

Lawrence proposed.

Dean nodded: "Daisy was taken away by the people of SWAT, and now that's all it takes." ”

(End of chapter)