Northwest Washington, D.C., a warehouse leasing company.

Mona on the other end of the phone frowned, and Luo An here in the warehouse was silent for a while, walked to the two middle-aged women not far away, and asked about their father.

"Father was cremated?! How did we not know? ”

The two middle-aged women were stunned, looked at each other and shook their heads:

"No way, you're absolutely mistaken."

Luo An didn't argue with the two women opposite, and asked:

"Where is your father's body now?"

The woman on the left replied:

"It's in the morgue of Maria Hospital."

When Luo An heard this, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and ordered:

"Mona, Michelle, you go to Maria's Hospital now and investigate the procedures for cremation of the body."

"No problem!"

Mona on the other end of the phone nodded, patted Michelle on the shoulder, covered the computer and got up and walked out quickly:

"Let's go!"

After hanging up the phone, Roan suggested that the two middle-aged women go to Maria's Hospital to see if the bodies in the morgue were their fathers.

But the two women glanced at each other, took a few steps back guardedly, and began to suspect that Luo An was in league with the manager, and these words were just to deceive them.

“……”

Luo An rolled his eyes, he didn't have time to argue with the two middle-aged women, so he stopped talking nonsense if he couldn't make sense, put away his phone and walked to the monitoring room not far away.

Seeing this, the two women lowered their heads and discussed for a few seconds, and finally decided that one would go to the hospital and the other would stay and wait here.

At the same time, Luo An quickly entered the monitoring room and asked directly:

"Chenelle, how's it going?"

"There are signs of tampering on the surveillance."

With a gloomy face, Chenelle looked away from the computer and said:

"I can't find the surveillance footage from yesterday morning on the computer, and there is no backup.

I checked the hardware and found that the old hard drive had been taken and the new hard drive was working. ”

As she spoke, Chenier turned her gaze to the manager standing next to her, who was startled and waved his hand again and again:

"I really don't know what's going on! If it weren't for the death of the Night's Watch, I would have rarely been here! ”

Luo An, who turned on "emotional perception", was sure that the manager was telling the truth, looking at the old monitoring equipment in front of him, he was silent with his chin in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

Chenelle pushed the manager out of the room, then walked over to Roan and whispered:

"Roan, the surveillance was taken away, the night watchman was cremated not long after he died, and the person behind this incident ......"

"It's definitely not an ordinary person behind it."

A ghostly light flashed in Luo An's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly and smiled, ready to leave this house.

At this moment, on the table next to him, the lock that had just been cut off by the manager with pliers to lock the door of the warehouse where the photo was taken away suddenly attracted Luo An's attention.

At this time, it was 06 years, and the warehouse of this warehouse company was still using metal sliding doors, and there was an iron ring on the ground that was imprisoned by cement, and warehouse tenants needed to buy their own locks to lock the door.

picked up the lock and looked at it, Ann's face changed slightly, and Chenelle looked puzzled:

"What's wrong?"

"Something is wrong with this lock."

Luo Ann picks the lock on the sliding door...... There is some understanding of unlocking by technical means.

The shape, color, etc., of the key may look the same, but the length, thickness, and distance of the tooth marks actually vary.

Before getting the key, Luo An had carefully observed the tooth marks on it, and deduced the lock that belonged to it, and what shape the lock cylinder should be.

Before going to the warehouse company, Roan asked Chenelle to carry the key with him, just in case.

When looking for the warehouse just now, the manager saw the search warrant and directly took out the pliers, without giving the two of them a chance to use the key.

"The cylinder of this lock doesn't match that key."

Luo An picked up a thin wire, inserted it into the lock from behind and poked it a few times, then pulled out the wire and threw it aside, handed it to Chenelle with his right hand, and frowned:

"Give me the key."

"Forehead ......"

Suspiciously, Chenelle took the key out of his pocket and handed it to Ann, who took the key and inserted it into the lock, halfway through it and never inserted it again.

"Sure enough."

The corners of Luo An's mouth widened, and he handed the half-exposed key and lock to Chenelle, and said with a smile:

"This key is not used to open the lock on the warehouse door."

Chenelle looked at the locks and keys in her hand with a shocked face, she really didn't expect Luo An to have this ability, and to observe so carefully.

Suppressing the shock in her heart, Chenelle raised her head and frowned:

"But there are no locked items in that warehouse."

As he spoke, Chenelle's face changed suddenly, another guess appeared in his mind, and he lost his voice:

"Luo An, the items that should be opened with this key can't be taken away like the photos on the wall of that warehouse, right?!"

"It's not impossible."

Luo An's eyelids jumped and he nodded silently, Chenelle's face became even more ugly, and he couldn't help but whisper a few greetings starting with "F".

"But there's another possibility."

After pondering for a long time, Luo An's eyes suddenly brightened slightly, and he walked out of the room quickly and pulled the manager over, and asked:

"Mr. Manager, what is the name left by the tenant of warehouse 636?"

Warehouse No. 636 is the warehouse where the lock was clamped open just now and the photos inside were taken away.

The manager sat down at the computer, looked up the information of the warehouse tenants, and at the same time took out the information about Nuokovik-Prague that Roan and the others had just handed him, and compared:

"Prague, it's the surname of the owner of this warehouse."

"Where's Knockwick?"

Chenelle also realized something at this time, and her eyes lit up and she hurriedly asked:

"Did you use the name Knockwick to register to rent a warehouse?"

"I'm looking for ......"

The manager looked through it carefully for a moment, pointed to the information he had found out, and said:

"There is a person with the same name, and the other party is a woman."

A basin of cold water fell, and the excitement in Chenelle's eyes vanished.

She looked up at Luo An, Luo An's expression remained unchanged, thought about it, and said another name:

"Find another guy named Kevin, Kevin."

Kevin, when the two were in the Metropolitan Police Department before, when they interrogated the guy who was looking for a woman and didn't give money, the other party gave it, and the informant Knockwick Bragg used it to disguise his fake name.

"Kevin ......"

The manager repeated the name in a low voice, slowly tapping on the keyboard, typing the letters into the system page one by one.

A few seconds passed, the computer page flickered, the manager's eyes lit up, and he nodded:

"There's a record of this Kevin in the system!

He has a warehouse that he has rented for more than ten years in another warehouse area in the northeast of Washington, D.C.! ”

“Good！”

Hearing this, Chenelle's eyebrows immediately raised and she slapped her face, Luo An smiled and asked:

"What's the warehouse number?"

“193！”

Twenty minutes later, agents from the Traces Division arrived at the warehouse area and began processing traces from the inside of Warehouse 636.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Roan and Chenelle drove to the location of Warehouse 193 in Northeast Washington.

The distance between the two warehouse areas was not too far, and as Cheniele drove forward, Roan's cell phone suddenly rang:

"It's me, Mona."

Mona's tone on the other end of the phone was slightly unhappy, and a woman's loud scolding echoed in the background, and she whispered:

"Roan, Michelle and I are now at Maria Hospital, and the night watchman was indeed cremated.

In the morgue, where he was, was a patient who had been dead for a long time and had no relatives.

The explanation given by the hospital was that a temporary worker had made a mistake and that he had mistaken the numbers of the patient and the night watchman in the morgue. ”

"Temporary ......"

Hearing these words, a hint of mockery flashed in Luo An's eyes, and he asked:

"Where's that temp worker now?"

"I've been expelled from the hospital...... Want to investigate his information? ”

"Just do a little bit of research, and then focus more time and attention on the people in charge of these things in the hospital."

“OK。”

The phone hung up, and Chenelle, who was driving, was about to ask, but before she could speak, Roan's cell phone rang again.

(End of chapter)