After all, there are gold mines in New Mexico, there are scandals that need to be covered up, and here there is nothing, no interests, only trouble.

So when Jack made his promise to Arya from the beginning, he didn't intend to achieve his goals by normal means, as he told Corey Lambert, that he was here to hunt, to hunt down a beast, or a pack of "beasts".

The next day, just as Jack and Jane were about to accompany Arya back to her parents' house to learn a little about Natalie, Sheriff Ben Shoy called.

The medical examiner's office in Loveland conducted an autopsy as soon as it was received, and the preliminary results were already available, and the old sheriff hoped that Jane would meet him there as soon as possible.

Surprised by the efficiency of the local forensic doctor, Jack and Jane had to go to Loveland, which is also the seat of the Tribal Police Department, and Braxton accompanied Arya home.

Today's weather is good, perhaps because of the arrival of spring, the temperature during the day has risen a lot, almost minus five or six degrees.

This caused problems for the two of them to travel, and the road was muddy after being repeatedly run over by the vehicle, so Jack had to slow down and carefully avoid the mud puddles that could cause the car to get bogged down.

It was almost noon when they arrived at Loveland, a small town not too far from the Wind River Valley, where they met the old sheriff Ben Shoey, who had been waiting for him at the medical examiner's office.

"Your face is much better than yesterday, and you slept well last night?" The old sheriff changed his indifference from the first meeting yesterday and took the initiative to say hello to Jane.

"yes, it's okay." Jane glanced at Jack, who barely spoke to him on the way in, for the girl felt a little embarrassed and invited someone to discuss the case, only to fall asleep after a while.

When she woke up in bed early this morning, she wished she had a spell that would make people lose their memories and make them forget everything that happened last night.

Jane noticed Jack at the academy, and when she learned that she had been assigned to Las Vegas, which wasn't too far from Los Angeles, she secretly rejoiced in her heart.

However, it turned out that she was a little early in the fun, and after a few months of barely getting used to the busy and menial work of being an FBI intern agent, Jane was stunned to find that this guy had become a small celebrity within the system.

Jack's identity in the crash is kept secret, and her authority cannot be known, but Jane can see the name Jack Tavol appearing frequently, whether it is the mall terrorist attack or the reports of several cases that have been neatly cracked after the BAU team was formed.

After hearing about some lace news, Jane could only lament that she shouldn't have hesitated when she was in the academy, if she started at that time, even if she couldn't become the heroine in the lace news, she could at least have a good memory.

However, God seems to be so fond of jokes, just when she thinks that she may not have an intersection with Jack in her life, this guy suddenly appears in front of her, like a knight who appears in the snowstorm and saves herself from the embarrassment.

Thinking of her embarrassing performance last night, Jane picked her toes in embarrassment, and the more gentlemanly Jack behaved, the more she wanted to strangle herself from yesterday, and she didn't even know that she was sick last night.

"Has the body been officially identified?"

Jack didn't know Jane's girlish feelings, and asked the old sheriff directly.

"Yes, the girl's father came last night to claim the body." The old officer led the way for the two in front and turned back to confirm.

Jane shook her head, shook off all the mess in her head, and forced herself into a working state.

"Did he explain why he didn't report the case to inform his daughter of her disappearance?"

"No, she doesn't live with her parents, and she's 18 years old and can do what she wants."

As he spoke, the old police officer pushed open a door in front of him, and a corpse of a barley woman with her chest cavity open was lying on a stainless steel dissecting table.

Behind the dissecting table stood a middle-aged man with a completely bowed head, only a little brown hair on the sides, and a bespectacled man, his beard was very luxuriant, completely connected to his sideburns.

"Good afternoon, I'm Randy Whitehurst, the forensic doctor here."

Seeing the three of them come in, the middle-aged man got straight to the point and introduced himself concisely and clearly.

Jane obviously hadn't seen much experience in the dissection room and saw corpses, so she forced her composure to stand in front of the dissection table, "Uh, I'm Jane Banner, from the FBI. ”

"Jack Tavole, with her." Jack didn't say anything, and stood directly in front of the corpse, carefully observing the dissection.

He didn't know what the real level of this forensic doctor was, but he was absolutely experienced, and his technique of opening the chest cavity was clean and neat, which could be described as a curry to solve the cow.

"Well, as you can see, the deceased had a deep laceration on his forehead."

Forensic doctor Randy Whitehurst recounts his findings from the beginning.

"I had two broken ribs and frostbite to varying degrees on both feet, all the way to my ankles, nose and hands."

"The frostbite on the feet has reached level 4, and the skin here has partially blackened."

Frostbite is clinically divided into four grades, and fourth-degree frostbite indicates that the muscles and bones of the deceased's feet have been damaged, even considering that the deceased was not wearing shoes at that time, but the exposure to low temperatures must have been quite long.

"She ran in the snow for a long time." Jack whispered.

"Well, that's what you can deduce." Forensic Randy Whitehead nodded.

"Also, I found multiple lacerations of varying degrees on the wall of the deceased's shade."

"Is there more than one aggressor?" Jane's voice was a little hoarse, and it was clear that as a rookie agent, she couldn't completely withdraw from her emotions.

The medical examiner shook his head, "It's impossible to tell, and it could be that the same attacker violated it several times." ”

"At your request, I took a sample of my secretions from her and sent it by courier to the FBI Crime Lab in Loveland, Colorado."

"The DNA test results should be available in six weeks, and hopefully they will help you by then."

Although the medical examiner's tone was as calm as it had been at first, Jack could hear some sarcasm in his words.

"What do you think was the cause of her death?" The old sheriff, who had been standing at the door, asked.

"I'm afraid you won't want to hear that." Medical Examiner Randy Whitehurst sighed, ripped off the rubber gloves from his hands, and sat down in a chair next to him.

"She died of hemorrhage in her lungs, and when she exercised vigorously for a long time in a cold environment, her lungs were flooded with cold air below freezing, which caused the alveoli to rupture, which is"

Before the forensic doctor could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Jane with some impoliteness.

"Sorry, you're concluding that this wasn't a murder?"

(End of chapter)