The atmosphere in the entire combat center became tense, and dealing with anti-social elements and dealing with terrorist organizations are completely different things, and the latter can be said to be a hungry wolf cultivated by Lao Mei single-handedly and then devouring his master.

Perhaps even many Americans themselves do not know that it was in the forties and fifties of the last century that terrorism gradually spread, with their acquiescence and even connivance.

The first terrorist attack in modern times is recognized as the world-shaking bombing on July 22, 1946, by the Judah Renaissance Movement at the King David Hotel, the most famous in the Salem region.

However, this time Jack didn't sleep in the office, because there was a lot of intelligence to sift and verify, and the analysts in the operations center could be rotated, and there was no one to replace them as field agents.

Therefore, he and Hannah were asked by Jubal to go home first to rest and recharge, because tomorrow was expected to be a busy day.

As a result, after the two of them finished dinner in the apartment, adhering to the good habit of saving water, they had just finished taking a hot shower together when they received a call from Mike Taylor.

Hearing that there had been another case of suspected tetrodotoxin poisoning caused by TTX, Jack hurried out with Hannah after informing Jubal and Dana Moge.

The crime took place in a penthouse building, but it was more luxurious than the two of them owned by Kassel and Rossi, at least there was no sky pool in their penthouse.

When the two arrived, the bodies had not been removed, and Mike Taylor and Stella Ponasila were also looking for more traces at the scene.

"Is this a celebrity?" Jack felt that he could live here without being rich or expensive, and there was an enlarged cover of a fashion magazine on the door, which looked exactly like the dead man in the bikini in front of him.

"Deborah Gale, a rising fashion designer, is a popular figure in the New York fashion scene in recent years, and she does everything she can think of in clothes, wallets, shoes, you name it."

Hannah still knows a thing or two about the fashion industry, and while her designer bags are nowhere near as many as all sorts of holsters and tactical kits, her wardrobe is always full.

In contrast, since the last time Jack's high-end suit was reimbursed, most of the clothes hanging in his closet are exactly the same style of white shirts and black suits, and he can go to work with aliens at any time with a pair of sunglasses.

"There is a bloody foam on the side of the mouth, which means that there was air in the lungs at the time of death, which is consistent with the drowning situation, there are no injuries on the body, there are no bruises and finger marks on the neck, and there is no large amount of hair that has fallen out, indicating that he was not forced to press in the pool."

Jack leaned over to the corpse's mouth and sniffed it, "There's no alcohol, so you thought it might be poisoning?" ”

Mike Taylor lit up the kit in his hand, "Because of the daytime, we urgently purchased some TTX test kits, and the results just came in handy." ”

"But isn't the time right?" Hannah glanced at the time, it was past 10 o'clock in the evening, and if the deceased had eaten at the poisoned Korean restaurant at noon, he should have had a seizure a long time ago.

"Yes, so we asked her personal assistant, who was also the person who found the body, and according to the deceased's itinerary, she should have eaten at a Japanese restaurant called Fukudge tonight." Stella replied.

"Doesn't sound like it has anything to do with our case during the day, do you want to check it out?" Jack said with a smile, "Of course there is no takeout this time, I have no love for raw food or sushi." ”

"But there seems to be a famous barbecue restaurant next door, and we can pack some of them." Hannah's eyes sparkled, and she came to her senses at the mention of eating.

Again, the two CSI directors took the lead, showing their LAPD detective cards to explain their intentions, and Jack and Hannah did not plan to show their FBI credentials until they were sure that the two cases were related.

"Hey, I think it's a good idea to try Japanese food once in a while." Jack didn't expect to see this scene again in New York.

Led by a yukata dress, they passed by one box after another, and in the middle of each box was a long table with a white girl lying on it, with a variety of sushi and sashimi on various parts of her body.

"It looks unhygienic." Stella pursed her lips disdainfully.

Hannah was a little eager to try, and there was undisguised curiosity in her eyes, "Why have you never done this?" ”

Jack rolled his eyes angrily, "Do you want to make my own dinner plates?" ”

Britney looked up and imagined the scene, the yearning on her face flashed, and her relationship with Jack was not officially disclosed, so she didn't continue the topic.

Mike Taylor seemed to be well-informed, or perhaps because of the presence of the two ladies and the need to maintain his image, but Jack couldn't see anything unusual in his face.

The group waited in an empty box for a while, and a thin middle-aged man dressed in a traditional white shogun (Japanese chef) costume soon appeared.

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time, but what's the matter with NYPD?" The Japanese chef named Katsui bowed deeply as soon as he entered the door.

Mike Taylor briefly explained what he meant, but he didn't expect this person's face to be grim, completely lost the enthusiasm he had when he entered the door before, and his expression looked as if he had been insulted.

"It's impossible, it's impossible for my sushi to poison a guest."

"Ahem, please calm down, Katsui-san." Jack struggled to remember the Japanese dramas he hadn't watched much, and it seemed that everyone liked to call them that in his childhood.

"We only suspect that the cause of Deborah Gale's death was tetrodotoxin poisoning, just two hours after dinner, so we need to check with you, and if you refuse to cooperate, it will be someone from the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) who will come to your door."

"Hi Yi, I'm sorry I'm a little too excited, but Miss Gale is our guest of honor, and the 'Fugu' she enjoys is a rare wild species, and it costs $500 for a piece, and I'm absolutely sure that the guests are safe."

I don't know if it was because Jack's way of calling him made him think that he was a ghost who could communicate, or if he was threatened by the FDA in his mouth, the Japanese chef named Katsui immediately softened his attitude, but his tone was still firm, and he seemed to be completely sure.

"What is 'Fugu'?" Stella asked, confused.

"The Japanese name for fugu." Jack explained, then turned to the chef and said, "But Katsui-san, there seems to be some contradiction in what you say.

It stands to reason that the wilder the pufferfish, the more likely it is to contain TTX, and the different species and the parts of the enrichment are also different, why are you so sure that your guests are safe? ”

"Because according to custom, I always eat the first piece of fish in front of the guests." Chef Katsui's expression was serious, as if he was saying something terrible.

Mike Taylor and Stella looked at each other, not knowing what to look at for a moment.

"Why don't you show me around your fish tank?" I also have a little experience with this ingredient. ”

Jack probably already has a number in his heart, in his previous life, these Japanese restaurants played all kinds of gimmicks, you can find it on the Internet, these little people may really dare to sell wild puffer fish in their own country, but abroad, especially in the United States, just listen to it.

(End of chapter)