Jack straightened up noncommittally and beckoned to Corey Lambert, who walked over with a puzzled expression.

"As far as I know, hunters are masters of trace tracking, so Mr. Lambert might as well join in, and if there's something wrong with what I'm talking about, please help me point it out."

"Me? Is this appropriate? Corey Lambert pointed to himself in some surprise and looked at the old sheriff on the other side.

The old sheriff looked very indifferent, "Don't ask me, you don't belong to me, they think it's okay if the FBI thinks it's okay." ”

"Well, for God's sake." Corey Lambert shrugged and walked over to the two of them.

Although he tried to pretend that he didn't care about himself, Jack knew from the attitude he had just insisted on confirming the name of the deceased that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

He came to a place more than ten meters away from the corpse, and a series of footprints of different shades stretched from here into the distance.

"Because the girl is barefoot and there is snow here, we can clearly judge the girl's posture with the naked eye."

"The front soles of the feet are very deep, the heel position is very shallow, although the stride distance is not large, but from here, most of the footprints show this state, indicating that the girl has been running, she is already exhausted, but she is still running."

Jack got back to his feet and walked farther away, Jane and Corey Lambert hurrying to follow, and even the old sergeant, who had been chatting with his officers just a moment ago, panted after him.

Jack didn't stop until he was more than a hundred meters away from the corpse, the snow here was a little uneven, and he gently attached a thin layer of snowflakes from the surface with his palm.

"She used to fall here, and there was a big pool of blood here, which was not a trauma, it was the same as the one next to her body, from her lungs."

Mr. Lambert said that the temperature here at night can be as low as minus 4 degrees (minus 20 degrees Celsius), and when you inhale cold air for a long time, the blood in the lungs will freeze, and the ice slag will puncture the alveoli, and the blood will start to fill the lungs little by little.

"So the girl began to cough up blood, and eventually collapsed on the edge of the woods because of suffocation."

After Jack finished speaking, he looked at Corey Lambert, "Is there anything you would like to add, Mr. Lambert?" ”

The hunter squinted slightly and looked into the distance, the traces in the distance were completely covered by snowflakes, he was silent, as if remembering something, and only spoke slowly after a long time, his voice was a little difficult.

"She ran in the snow for a long time, and the nearest house was 3.5 miles away."

Jane was also stunned as she looked in the direction of the footprints, until a few snowflakes fell and burrowed into her collar, which made her subconsciously shrink her neck and shiver.

"How far do you think such a girl can run barefoot in such an environment?"

Jack didn't speak, he couldn't guess the potential of man, and forensic science couldn't tell him the answer.

It was only during World War II that the neon people, who exterminated humanity, once conducted human experiments on the common people of Seris and the captured Lucia soldiers in extreme cold conditions.

"All I know is this girl, she's a tough fighter, so, no matter how far you think she can run, I'm sure she'll run farther than you think."

After Corey Lambert said this, he walked towards his snowmobile.

Jane, who was inexplicably scolded again, looked at Jack as if she were pleading.

"Leave it to me." Jack silently lip-synced at her, motioning for him to take care of it.

"Where is the nearest house he said?" The group walked back together, and Jane asked the old sheriff patiently.

"To the southeast, there's Sam's house." The old sheriff paused and added, "A poisonous worm addicted to drugs, I don't think this matter has anything to do with him, Natalie is a good girl and wouldn't mess around with such people." ”

"So in your opinion, why would a girl be here alone?" Jane asked.

"Uh," the old sheriff looked around, "young people like to come out with their ski gear and party in the snow, maybe something happened at the party. ”

"That's impossible, Ben, you know, these kids grew up living together and knew each other well, and even if something happened, it wasn't possible that there wouldn't be nothing at all."

Corey Lambert, who was at the front, retorted.

Jack hurriedly chased after him and asked a digression, "Is Mr. Lambert on good terms with the victim's family?" ”

"Why do you say that?" The hunter looked at him with a surprised expression.

"You're a registered hunter with the USFWS (Federal Fish and Wildlife Service), and one of your responsibilities is to protect the people and farm animals here from predators."

"Obviously, the body is not in your protection, and you are not a police officer, so you are not obligated to protect the scene, but you kept a night here last night and killed a wild wolf."

Jack gestured to the fresh wolf skin on the back seat of his snowmobile.

Corey Lambert opened his mouth, as if trying to justify something, and gave up.

"Yes, I know Natalie's father very well, and Natalie used to be my daughter's best friend."

"Ever?" Jack's heart moved.

"Yes, ever." Corey Lambert's cheeks twitched, "My daughter died three years ago. ”

"I'm sorry." Jack didn't go any further, this information was enough for the time being, and although he was curious about Hawkeye, it wasn't time to talk about it yet.

"What are we going to do next?" Back at the corpse, Jane asked Jack in a whisper of concern.

Jack smiled and looked at the somewhat silly female detective, and replied in the same low voice, "You shouldn't ask me, I'm on vacation right now, and you're the one in charge." ”

"Okay." Jane took a deep breath, as if to cheer herself on.

"Sergeant Shaw, how is your forensic level here?"

The old sheriff sniffed and crossed his hands on his hips, as if figuring out how to phrase them.

"Well, he's been busy."

"After the on-site evidence collection is over, please ask him to transport the body back to Loveland for an autopsy as soon as possible, give priority to the surname invasion examination, and be sure to bring her belongings with you, I will need to see them at that time."

Jane tried to slow down her words and carefully read her words, "I have preliminarily determined that this is a murder and will report it to my superiors as soon as possible." ”

The old sheriff seemed relieved and nodded, indicating that he understood, and it was clear that he also wanted to transfer jurisdiction to the FBI instead of the Bureau of Indian Affairs.

Although Jack didn't know much about the Indians, a minority that had been forgotten by mainstream North American society, he had heard a little about the abbreviated BIA department.

Founded in 1824 as part of the War Department under the name of the Office of Indian Affairs, the role of this department can be imagined.

Six years after the establishment of the department, in 1830, Congress passed the Indian Removal Act, the first time that the country officially recognized Indians as human beings.

With the start of the famous westward expansion, in 1838, the Choctaw, Semino, Creek, Chicasso, and Cherokee tribes, known as the "Five Tribes of Civilization", were forcibly relocated to the west in southern North America.

A large number of women, children and children died on the road, with mortality rates ranging from 3 to half for all ethnic groups, and this forced relocation was dubbed the "Road of Blood and Tears".

The Seminos, who refused to migrate, were almost completely wiped out after three wars of encirclement and suppression, and now have a small reservation of the tribe in the swamps of Florida.

In order to commemorate the westward expansion movement, the descendants of the colonists built a large arch on the bank of the Mississippi River, which is known as the "Arch of St. Louis", which is known as the "Gate to the West", which is taller than the Washington Monument and the Statue of Liberty, which is very beautiful and magnificent.

Of course, with the "progress" of the times, this department, which nominally protects the rights and interests of Indians, has finally begun to employ a large number of employees with Indian "blood" since the 70s of the last century.

To this day, however, the BIA, as the "boss of all Indian reservations," still favors the interests of non-Indian groups in disputes over the exploitation of reserve resources.

Not to mention that under the guise of "Indian Health Service", BIA forcibly sterilized Indian women, forced Indian children to study in boarding schools in the name of education, and even forcibly "fostered" them into white families.

Between 1819 and 1969, according to the federal government's own statistics, at least 40,000 children died in these boarding schools and were hastily buried.

So it's easy to understand that this old sheriff, who looks at least half of his Indian ancestry, would show such contradictory emotions.

From the anger and helplessness when he saw that the FBI just sent a rookie agent in a perfunctory way, to the hope that ignited when he knew Jack's identity.

Now when he finally heard Jane confirm that it was a murder case and that jurisdiction would be vested in the FBI, Jack felt both sad and sympathetic.

In fact, when he hesitated to say that the medical examiner had been busy, Jack could probably guess how frequent the local deaths were.

The total population of Wyoming is less than 600,000, which is nearly 20W less than the population of Alaska, which is part of the Arctic Circle.

And the Wind River Valley, an Indian reservation, belongs to the wilderness of the wilderness.

And in such a deserted place, the local sheriff actually forged medical advice and was very busy, so the incidence of deaths in this reserve and the surrounding area can be imagined.

The sudden sound of the engine sounded, and the hunter Cory Lambert pulled the engine rope hard to start his snowmobile.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked in a loud voice.

"I only have one day a week to visit my son, who usually lives with his mother." Cory the Hunter replied loudly.

The old Indian couple on the farm were his ex-parents-in-law.

Jack received another piece of interesting information, judging from the previous interaction between the two parties, it is clear that he and the two old men have maintained a good relationship.

So what was the reason for his divorce? Jack remembered what he had said to Jane earlier, and now that he thought about it, he was venting his anger not so much as scolding.

Was it the death of this girl that made him think of his daughter?

Jack had more questions in his mind, and he planned to talk to Arya when he returned.

"In other words, after tonight, you'll have time?" Jack stood in front of Hunter Corey's car with a smile on his face, blocking his way.

"He's busy." The old sheriff, who was in a good mood, took the initiative to answer, "He still has a lion to hunt, and the beast killed a steer on his father-in-law's farm two days ago. ”

"It's three, a lioness with her two children practicing hunting skills, I've found the trail, and I'll be able to do it soon."

Corey unzipped his coat, opened a small bag hanging from his chest, and pulled out his phone from it to look at the time.

This should be his trick to deal with the cold in the field, using body temperature to prevent electronic devices from failing at low temperatures.

Jack didn't get out of the way, but asked with a sincere expression, "If you're not in a hurry, would you like to help me hunt down one more beast, of course, it could be a herd." ”

Corey couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this, and then looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, staring at the other party's eyes, as if he wanted to confirm the truth of his words in this way.

"Do you know what you're talking about? You're an FBI. ”

Jack shrugged unconcernedly, "It's an FBI on vacation, you don't need to trust me, you just need to trust Arya." ”

Perhaps persuaded by his last words, Corey didn't hesitate any longer, just whispered OK back, and turned around and left on a snowmobile.

Jack and Jane stayed where they were, watching as the forensic assistant and two reserve police officers chainsawed the bodies apart from the frozen snow beneath them, and finally put them in body bags.

If this kind of shoddy separation method was seen by those professional forensic experts, they might be heartbroken and even scolded, but neither of them said anything, because time was running out, dark clouds were pressing in the distance, and another snowstorm was coming.

When Jack drove Jane's rented SUV and followed the directions given by Braxton to find the small hotel where he and Arya were staying, the visibility outside the car was almost reduced to less than 3 meters.

Entering the hotel, the two found that the environment here was unexpectedly good, and the lobby was filled with a dazzling array of tobacco and alcohol products, which were franchised duty-free goods by the federal government for "compensation" and to help the reserve develop its economy.

Of course, there are also well-known Indian casinos, in fact, because they are so remote, more than sixty percent of the reservations do not have casinos, because no one comes.

On reservations like the Wind River Valley, there are no casinos, and there are several oil rigs in the vicinity that have been leased by the Department of Energy, making it the only place where young locals can find work.

It's almost 3000.,Two chapters and one chapter today.,Sprint it.,See if you can get a badge.,Although it's useless.,But we're almost a newcomer with a book.。

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