Atwater was right next to Burgess, and the two were standing behind a black Volkswagen.

The trunk of the Volkswagen sedan is deformed and cocked high.

Everyone showed their police badges and walked into the scene of the crime.

Coming to the back of Volkswagen, Ethan immediately understood why a series of car accidents would call them over.

In the trunk was a large piece wrapped in clear plastic sheeting, with blood stains all over it.

Through the plastic sheeting, the gray chest hair can be faintly seen.

Several people looked at each other, and Ethan and Antonio reached into their pockets.

Pulling the gloves, the two grabbed the slippery plastic sheet, lifted it, and a fishy smell immediately hit the inside of their noses.

A firefighter passed by and poked his head curiously.

"Gott~"

Ignoring the sound of vomiting next to him, Ethan held back his breath.

After looking at it for a while, he took a few steps back:

"White, male."

"Judging by the color of the hair and the folds of the skin, it's not a young man."

"I agree." Antonio takes off his gloves:

"Inform the Forensic Section, we can't see anything else."

The limbs and skull were gone, only the torso remained, and there was only a limit to what could be found with the naked eye.

"What happened?" Hank turned his head and looked at the two patrolmen.

"This is a car accident caused by an old lady not long ago." Burgess looked at the notebook in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and continued:

"Interestingly, she was the only one who was not harmed in this series of car accidents."

"Officer." Hank said solemnly, "I'm not here to listen to interesting things. ”

"I'm sorry." Burgess's face was serious:

"At that time, the car collided with the SUV in front of it, and the driver was trapped in the car."

"The firefighters opened the car door, and the driver got out of trouble, punched a firefighter and quickly fled the scene."

"Atwater and I felt something was wrong and searched the vehicle."

"With the help of firefighters, the trunk was pried open and we found what was inside."

"Good." Hank nodded: "What about the one who ran away?" ”

"The main station has been notified."

Atwater took over: "The nearby patrolmen are searching. ”

"What does the driver look like?" Hank pressed on.

"There were two firefighters who saw the driver's face, and they were ready to testify." Burgess added.

"The driver should have been afraid that the broken body in the car would be discovered." Antonio's deep voice rang out:

"So, he chose to run away as soon as possible."

"Write down the license plate number and look for the owner's information." Hank put his hands on his waist and gave the order quickly:

"Notify the Forensic Identification Department to test the DNA of the corpse and confirm the identity of the deceased as soon as possible."

"At the same time, we have them extract fingerprints from the car, and we can retrieve the matching objects in the fingerprint database."

Everyone responded and began to get busy.

The matter was dealt with quickly, and it was useless to stay here, and they were ready to return to the police station.

"Detective."

Burgess took advantage of the fact that there was no one next to Ethan and asked in a low voice, "Is the Detective Horstead thing true?" ”

"How do you know?"

Ethan pressed his phone and took a picture of the license plate number and sent it to Jean.

"It's not just our police department."

Burgess stuck out his tongue: "The other police stations have already spread." ”

"Do your own thing."

Ethan gave her a blow to the head and turned to leave.

This is the reason why if the murderer is not found, it is useless for Horstead to win the lawsuit.

With such a reputation, he simply couldn't work properly.

Not everyone is like Hank, no matter how much sewage is spilled, they can deal with it calmly.

Back at the police station, the others went to the second floor.

Ethan was at the end, and he limped and turned and walked towards the garage.

In the tech room, Jean is tinkering with a computer.

"Yo."

Ethan pulled over the chair and sat down: "What are you doing?" ”

Looking back to see that it was him, Jean shrugged:

"It's going to take a little time from the forensic department, so I'll sort out the previous files."

"About the Lonnie Homicide."

Ethan said directly: "Can you get the case materials?" ”

"It's all an intranet, and the information will be uploaded."

Jean nodded and continued:

"I can handle it, but." He looked embarrassed and gestured upstairs.

"Please, it's me." Ethan spreads his hands:

"If Hank asks, you say it's me, and he won't have an opinion."

"As long as you don't say it, he won't know." Jean sighed, after all, they were in the same group, and it was impossible to see death without help.

He lowered his voice and whispered:

"It's just not that fast, it will take a little time, I'll print a copy for you later."

"Okay."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and got up to go upstairs.

After investigation, the car abandoned by the suspect was quickly confirmed to be a stolen vehicle.

The owner of the car had reported to the police two weeks ago, and he had no criminal record, and after calling the police station and asking a few words, the suspicion was quickly ruled out.

"Good news."

Jean went upstairs with a document and patted it on the hand.

It wasn't until Hank walked out of the office that he spoke, "Over there in the forensic department, an artificial hip joint was found on the torso. ”

"This kind of hip joint is usually numbered."

"The patient's information can be retrieved very quickly by numbering, which is much faster than testing DNA."

"And then?" Hank spreads his hands.

"I've searched the relevant databases."

Jean looked at his watch: "In another hour, there should be news coming out." ”

"Good."

Hank looked at the others and clapped his hands:

"Other clues also need to be followed up, and the information sent back by the hotline and patrol police must be checked one by one."

"Don't stop yourself."

Everyone responded, but the enthusiasm was not too high.

Hank knew where their minds were, and there was nothing they could do.

In this kind of case, if there are clues, follow them, and grind them if there are no clues.

I can't be in a hurry, and I haven't even confirmed the identity of the victim, so there's not much I can do.

"Hey." There was silence in the Chase room for a while, and Rusek broke the silence: "What the hell is going on now?" ”

"Does anyone know if Horstead did it?"

"I understand, Lonnie is a scumbag."

"If he did it, I can understand it."

Antonio and Irene, who were sitting across from him, looked up and spread their hands out in unison.

"Please." Rusek exhaled:

"It's just a question, and I didn't say he had to do it."

"But that's not the case, because sometimes you don't know what other people can do."

"Good." Olinsky chewed on the twisted candy and asked, "What's your opinion?" ”

"The elephant is in this room."

Russec raised his hands: "We can't turn a blind eye if Horstead needs help." ”

Ethan moved the mouse, and the Nord brandished his weapon:

"If you don't want someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to talk to you, then I advise you to keep your mouth shut."

For rookie police officers, the intimidation effect of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is very good.

Rusek shook his head and continued with his work.

Before an hour came, Jean ran upstairs: "The identity of the deceased has been confirmed. ”

He pasted a picture of an old white man on the board: "Dr. Richard Elliott, DNA Counselor for the State Attorney's Office." ”

"I've dealt with him."

Hank, who walked out of the office, looked at the photo on the whiteboard and gritted his teeth: "He once helped us convict several felons. ”

"And." Jean spread his hands and said:

"Just yesterday, Mrs. Elliott filed a missing person report."

"It's almost confirmative."

"As for the home address, I've found it too."

(End of chapter)