When an old beauty catches a cold, even people with medical insurance are not very happy to choose to go to the hospital, because usually the doctor will directly call them home, advise them to drink more ice water, eat a few tablets of vitamin C, and then stay in bed.

Some people may be obedient, but leaving aside how effective it is, this treatment option is not very friendly to other people.

Bed rest means giving up work for a while, having no income, not being able to participate in a planned party, and not being able to spend the long-awaited weekend with your beloved sweetheart.

This is definitely unacceptable, but if you want to be like Seris's side, hang up a water to reduce inflammation, and quickly eliminate side effects such as body aches, nasal congestion and runny nose caused by colds, then honestly register and queue up.

Except for private hospitals for the wealthy, most people may have been cured of their colds for half a month when it is their turn to hang water in public hospitals.

As a result, such people can only make another choice, just like Seris before 1949, when most of the poor people did not have access to any medical resources, the Dayan soil, which could "cure all diseases", became a legendary miracle medicine.

In the contemporary beautiful country, the cousins of the Great Yan soil, Oscandin and phenolphthalein, which are synthesized through modern chemical industry, are also packaged as this miracle drug.

Got a cold? Knock three capsules a day to say goodbye to general discomfort.

Toothache? Knock three grains a day, and when the tooth nerve is rotten, it will naturally not hurt.

Girl's aunt hurts? Knock three grains a day, and easily boil until your relatives get out.

And then it won't take a month for these people to find that they can't live without these little painkillers anymore.

How widespread tablets are in the beautiful country, there is a data that speaks for itself, a country with a population of only more than 300 million, consumes 80% of the world's tablets, and there is a first-aid kit in the trunk of the police car of LAPD ordinary police officer Jack, which always has a spray called sodium oxone, which is specially used to first aid people who have fallen into a near-death state due to an overdose of tablets.

"So the robbers actually came for these prescription drugs?"

Jack's question was answered.

Angela gestured to the nails on the board.

"Did you see the fragments of the plastic bag on it, the pills were packed in the plastic bag, and when they were pulled out, they were torn and a few grains were spilled."

Jack was already able to roughly make up the scene that was happening.

The murderer may have let his guard down after getting what he wanted, and may even have planned to knock two pills on the spot and then go downstairs to join his companions in the beastial.

As a result, the deceased thought he saw an opportunity and tried to snatch the weapon in the other party's hand, but in the confusion, the gun went off, and he found that the murderer of the murderer was pulling his accomplice who had finished the job and fled in a hurry.

"It seems that the case is not complicated, so how should we find the murderer next?"

Angela operated the phone and asked rhetorically without raising her head.

"What would you do if you were replaced?"

It's like going back to the police academy to take his graduation exams, and Jack is quickly recalling what he has learned in his mind.

"Uh...... Find out who the deceased knew, who can know that he has these prescription drugs, and there must be some connection with him. ”

"Find his classmates, close friends, the deceased was just a teenager, it is impossible to get these contraband on his own, some of these people must know something, and even the murderer may be among them."

"Then weed out the elderly, children, and those whose height and body type did not match the description of the Christines, and then investigated their backgrounds one by one to see if there were any related to D products or contraband."

"So what are we waiting for?" Angela lit up her phone's screen at Jack.

"I found his school, an expensive private preparatory school, not far from here, and we went over and asked."

In the afternoon, as soon as Jack and Angela returned to the precinct, they were called to the office by Superintendent Gray.

"Are there any results from your investigation?"

Jack silently cast his eyes on Angela, he was just a helper, and he should know how to shut up when he shouldn't be in the limelight.

Angela, as an authentic old beauty, is not modest and polite at this time.

"We talked to some friends of the deceased, and the deceased had undergone phased rehabilitation treatment three months ago, but Mr. and Mrs. Christine did not say a word about it."

"This also corresponds to the secretions we found in the corners of the deceased's mouth, which only happens in people who have had bronchitis or are addicted to tablets."

The corners of Superintendent Gray's mouth curled slightly, and at this time, facing Angela, he became the role of an examiner.

"But a court order is required to access the medical records of the deceased's addiction rehabilitation, and you have less than 20 hours left now, how are you going to find his addict friends?"

Angela replied with a wicked smile unhurriedly.

"Luckily, I brought with me the youngest and most handsome male officer at the Wilshire Police Department, who easily took the suspect's name from one of the deceased's ex-girlfriends, Bruno Winch, who lived in the Highland Park area."

"The deceased, Jeff, had been selling prescription drugs to his rich second-generation classmates on behalf of this person while he was in school."

Superintendent Gray was satisfied, opened the office door and walked out.

"I'm going to the judge to apply for an urgent search warrant, and you go and notify Bradford and Harper's two groups to act immediately."

"Watfack."

Angela cursed in frustration, and when the group burst into Bruno Winch's house in full force, they saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood, a blood-stained baseball bat and a broken cell phone thrown next to it.

"White sneakers, red triangle, this Bruno Winch is the guy who was violent against Mrs. Christine."

Superintendent Gray put away his pistol and kicked the corpse's shoes on his feet.

"This method of death is miserable enough, and the D dealers should not be so heavy in their infighting just to order illegal drugs, aren't they good at executions? Get down on your knees and shoot you in the back of the head or something. ”

Jack muttered in his mouth, and squatted down a little unwillingly, trying to catch the pulse of the other party's neck, but unexpectedly, the corpse opened his eyes violently, startling everyone present.

Sending the seriously injured D-dealer Bruno Winch to the hospital, Angela and Jack look at each other and take the opportunity to see their old lover John pulling Talis to inquire about the situation.

Grace shook her head: "Severe head injury, if you are saved, it is likely to be a vegetative person, and now the patient is in a deep coma, and it is impossible to wake up in a short time." ”

Angela sighed, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening, and Superintendent Gray only gave them 24 hours, which means that at most until noon tomorrow, if they could not catch another murderer, or obtain conclusive evidence, the case would be handed over to a regular police detective.

This case has been found to this point, and the context is basically clear, even if it is handed over to a fool to solve the case, there is only a matter of time left, and what they lack most now is time, once the case is handed over, it means that their previous efforts are to make wedding dresses for others.