The dull atmosphere of the scene seemed to be swept away, and Rosie smiled and said to the two: "Then don't go quickly, remember to bring more people, even if it is an abandoned old zoo, the place is not small." ”

Jack nodded, and went back to the police station with John to get some equipment, it was almost 8 o'clock in the evening, and although the police station didn't have the high-tech head-mounted night vision devices of SWAT, the extra bright flashlight was still enough.

Tim and the others are still busy outside, they have found some clues, and they are preparing to arrest the leader of the underground black market in the prison overnight, and the two can only call Lucy, plus some police officers who have been called back by Superintendent Gray to work overtime.

A group of 12 people drove six police cars to the abandoned old zoo, and a police helicopter will provide them with air support later.

The old zoo has been abandoned for more than half a century, the barbed wire fence is in tatters, and the two gates are crumbling.

Fearing that too much noise would disturb the suspects inside, the officers entered the zoo directly through the gap in the barbed wire fence.

It was pitch black all around, and the abandoned zoo was silent, except for the distant owls in the woods, making a few vague calls, which seemed to be eerie.

"The place is too big, how can I find it?" John asked in a low voice.

Jack thought for a moment and tried to scout his surroundings with his paranormal sense, but found nothing.

"Go in and take a look, if the suspect kills people here, the time must be counted from at least half a year ago, and there will definitely be some traces."

He paused, looked at the ruined facilities around him, and had some ideas.

"There shouldn't be any electricity here, right?"

John glanced back, "That transformer outside has long since been scrapped, and even the homeless people won't come here." ”

"So the suspect either uses a car generator for power or a small generator installed here, both of which make a lot of noise, and he can find a way to block the light, but not the sound, right?"

Suddenly, the officers scattered and explored the depths, looking for buildings that were making noise.

Soon a police officer noticed the anomaly, and Lucy whispered on the walkie-talkie, "To the northwest, there is a reptile exhibit here, I heard the sound of the generator running, and I can vaguely see the lights inside." ”

The rest of the crowd gathered and divided half of the police to surround the pavilion to prevent anyone from escaping through the back door or broken window, and the rest were about to burst in through the main entrance.

He gently turned the rusty doorknob, the dilapidated wooden door creaked and slowly opened, John tilted his head in embarrassment, he was a little nervous because of the atmosphere here.

With his gun in both hands, Jack walked at the front, trying not to make a sound, and the pavilion was divided into several large rooms, with various small rusty iron cages lining the walls.

Where the rooms are connected, the next door has long since rotted, and someone has roughly cleaned up the place, moved the rotten door panel aside, and nailed a few soft plastic curtains to the porch to protect it from the wind.

Jack carefully lifted the curtains, and he was already a little sure that their guess should not be wrong, although these transparent curtains were stained and seemed to have been hanging for some days, they did not have cobwebs, indicating that people had been coming in and out of the place.

The window panes on the walls were covered with advertising paper and old newspapers, and the glass was intact, and the homeless people would not do such meaningless things, so it seemed that they had probably found the right place.

After walking three or four rooms, the faint smell of rancid smell gradually became stronger, and the dim light came through the last room, Jack waved softly, and Lucy crept around him, pasted against the door frame, and carefully helped him pull up the plastic curtain.

Standing in the doorway, Jack was facing a pile of iron cages, but a bed with an iron frame was faintly visible in the middle of the room, and a naked woman was lying on it, looking delirious and moaning lowly.

A man squatted on the edge of the bed with his back to the door, muttering indistinctly in his mouth, bowing his head on the woman and not knowing what to do.

The Glock in Jack's hand aimed at the other party, and carefully moved forward under his feet, feeling that the distance was almost close, before he shouted: "LAPD, raise your hands." ”

The man turned his head sharply, and in the dim light, it was a face with no facial features.

"Bang!"

Although the atmosphere of the abandoned zoo at night was eerie and terrifying, because he was not alone, Jack was not too nervous, but he was almost scared by the faceless man's turn, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The faceless man's brain burst and he fell to the ground without any suspense, and Jack saw that the bastard had a sack over his face and only two holes in his eyes.

Jack stepped forward and kicked lightly, the man's right hand was spread out, and a bloodstained tattoo gun fell to the ground, and the woman lying on the bed was dripping with blood on her abdomen, and there were several letters of DOD tattooed on it, and the numbers had not yet had time to be engraved.

Lucy hurriedly stepped forward to check the woman's condition.

"Is she okay?" Jack asked.

"Alive, this beach boy doesn't know what she was injected with, maybe it was a sedative or a drug or something." Lucy rolled the woman's eyelids and shone a flashlight to check her pupil reaction.

"7-A-26, ambulance needed, emergency situation, honk the horn to clear the way, notify Duty Commander Gray and FBI Agent David Rossi in charge, find a victim, the person is still alive, the suspect has been killed."

After that, Jack looked around and found the source of the stench, a large oil drum on the wall, which was full of bloodstained scratches, reminding him of the badly damaged fingernails of the two corpses before.

"This is supposed to be the oil drum that the killer used to suffocate the victim."

The patrolmen who followed John into the drummer shuddered when they saw the inside of the oil drum that smelled of corpses, what a cruel scene it was.

Someone directly stepped forward and kicked the murderer's body unceremoniously, turned it over, trying to find identification, and the remaining few people continued to search inside and outside the house, and the police helicopter in the sky had also arrived, turning on the searchlight to provide illumination, after all, no one could be sure whether the murderer was only one person.

It didn't take long for an ambulance to arrive and take the semi-conscious female victim to the hospital, Lucy got into the car and went with her, while Jack and John waited for the LAPD forensic team to arrive and take over the scene, and then returned to the police station.

As a result, when the two arrived, everyone in the briefing room was there, and Rosie was in front of a large whiteboard, plastered with various photos, and drew mind maps.

Seeing the two enter, Rosie motioned for the two to take a seat and continue the analysis of the case that had just begun.

(End of chapter)