Jack's eyes stayed on Erin Lindsay's face for two more seconds, this girl is a bit like Rachel in "Friends", both are typical American sweetheart faces, but unfortunately it's the same as Rachel, her eyes are too flowery, and she looks like a type with rich emotional experience.

He had a bit of an impression of Hank Boyt, who he had been chasing for a while in "Chicago First Aid", in which he first appeared as a villain.

But in the later "Chicago Police Department", the image of the old detective was reversed, a typical old-school police detective with his own set of rules of conduct.

Protecting shortcomings, stressing righteousness, insisting on justice, a ruthless character who wanders in the gray area and does whatever it takes,

Jack still liked the role, although at this time, the old cop who walked a little circle-legged, spoke in a puffy voice, and had a voice so low that he couldn't hear clearly, didn't seem to like them very well.

"Tell me about what you know so far." Rosie has the most experience in dealing with such an old policeman, and he took the initiative to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere, and everyone simply went straight to work.

"Follow me." With a very crisp wave of his hand, Hank Boitt led the group to the entrance of an apartment building.

"We suspect that one of the victims was attacked while leaving the car, and the purpose of the attacker was presumably to obtain the keys to the apartment from him in order to enter the apartment and attack other victims."

A Mercedes Benz with its doors ajar open was parked in front of the apartment, and there were still large pools of blood on the ground at the door.

"Who was the person who found the body?" Emily asked.

"The cleaning lady in this apartment, she found something unusual when she came to work, and she is currently recording a statement at the police station." The policewoman named Kim Burgess took the initiative to answer.

Her appearance is not Jack's thing, her eyes are big, but her eyeballs are a little protruding, and those who like this type will think that their eyes are blurred and make people want to explore.

In Jack's opinion, it is a bit of the kind of taste that is obviously short-sighted and refuses to wear glasses.

He crouched down in front of the large pool of blood, looked closely, and looked up at the door of the apartment.

"The victim was attacked as soon as he got out of the car, and he lost the ability to resist in an instant, and the blood stains here were crushed, and he was half-lying in this position."

"Interesting, can you be sure which of the four victims is?" Jack asked.

"What's wrong with the husband in the black family named William?" Hank Boitt lowered his head and looked at Jack with interest, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"How tall is he?"

"UH, IT'S ABOUT THE SAME AS YOU, ABOUT SIX FEET ONE OR TWO (186CM)." Erin Lindsey tilted her head to look at Jack.

Jack didn't sell it either, and said directly to the blood stains on the ground.

"The location where the victim fell, that is, the beginning of this bloodstain, all the way to the door, the rest of the bloodstains are free dripping round blood droplets, most of them are intact, except for some that have been stepped on, what does this mean?"

"If the victim is not completely unconscious, he will subconsciously resist, and the blood stains will be pulled backwards by the pedaling action." ”

"And if the victim is completely incapacitated." Red grabbed Jack's bulletproof tank by the collar and tugged hard, but Jack didn't move.

"Uh, it should be a trail of dragging." Red was a little embarrassed and pretended to be nothing.

Hank Boitt bowed slightly, indicating that he understood, "He was carried in, and the murderers were at least two people." ”

"More than that." Jack pointed to the door of the apartment, "There is no large pool of blood at the door, which means that the murderer can enter without stopping to open the door, which means that there is another person who is responsible for opening the door for them." ”

"OK, that's at least three." Hank Boitt stepped forward and crouched beside Jack, also carefully observing the blood on the ground, and his expression was slightly gloomy.

"Let's go in and see the site, Jiejie stays behind and helps us coordinate a temporary office location." With that, Hodgner prepared to lead the group into the apartment.

"You can use the office of our 21st Bureau Intelligence Section, we don't usually need it anyway." Hank Boitt's wrinkled old face was still expressionless, and there was a little more self-deprecation in his tone.

"OK, I'll go over now." Jiejie nodded, and Kim Burgess on the side took the initiative to greet her.

"I'll take you there, I don't want to go into the scene again, it's terrible inside."

"Oh yes." As if reminded, Hank Boitt looked up at the BAU people who were about to enter the apartment, with an indescribable strange expression on his face.

"I know you're probably used to it, but it's best to bring a few paper bags, it's hell inside."

"Thank you for the reminder." Rosie nodded politely in response.

Walking through a short corridor, the group came to the door of an apartment, the door was closed, and the police barrier was affixed to it.

Rosie put on his gloves, unscrewed the doorknob, and as soon as he pushed the door open, a strong smell of blood came to his face, and Jack subconsciously lowered his perception, and the smell alone made his adrenal glands start to run at high speed.

Several people walked into the room one after another, and although the four corpses that had fallen in the living room were covered with white cloths, the carpet under them, which was completely soaked in blood, spoke for itself.

"Antonio Dawson, that old guy is Evan Olinski, we're all from the Intelligence Group."

A strong Latino man was holding a small notebook to record something, and when he saw everyone entering the room, he briefly introduced himself.

Hearing the door open, another old detective who looked older than Hank Boitt, with a mustache and a peaked cap, walked out of the bedroom and waved to everyone.

Emily crouched down, lifted the white cloth from a corpse on the ground, and turned her head a little unbearably.

Jack lifted the white cloth one by one, and the heads of the four corpses were all bloody and fleshy, and the flesh and skin on their bodies were almost intact.

The male corpse still had clothes on it, and the visual impact was not so strong, and the female corpse was not covered with a single strand of wounds, all of which were left after being hit with a blunt object.

"This is what brutes do, I have seen gangsters merge with each other, execute traitors, and even cut off their heads and disembowel, but this is the first time this kind of simple catharsis of violence."

Detective Evan Olinsky shook his head and walked out of the room, and in a short time there was the sound of a lighter clanging in the hallway.

Jack had seen ogres dismember humans, and he had seen serial killers suffocating people alive in iron buckets, but the tyrannical crime scene in front of him still made him very uncomfortable.

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In the first life, I was raised by green tea and green plums, and licked it for 10 years, she said that she only treated me as her brother, and turned around and got into someone else's car.

In the second life, I realized that I will never lick again! Saved a Bai Fumei sister, I thought I could fall in love sweetly and lie down happily, but who would have thought that the sick sister would create a psychological shadow in my life

In the third life, I realized! I really got it! If you fall in love again, I'm a dog!

In this life, love dogs don't talk about it!

Woof! Barking!!

(End of chapter)