850 Falling Dandelion (2-in-1)
This kind of request is somewhat embarrassing.
After all, everyone is out to make money, who won't have time to wait for you to play here.
Eastern European chicks are no exception, with a difficult face.
However, when she saw the police badge on the other party's belt, she sighed secretly and nodded helplessly.
"Don't worry, I won't let you wait in vain."
Ethan took out a hundred dollars and slapped her palm: "A hundred dollars an hour, I think this business should be a good deal." β
The Eastern European chick has a dandelion tattoo on her wrist.
Look, a little playful.
"Thank you."
Looking at Franklin in her hand, the Eastern European chick jumped excitedly and was about to give a grateful hug.
"Oh oh oh ~ "
Ethan's face changed, and he hurriedly took a few steps back.
I just changed into clean clothes, and if I was touched by a shiny rabbit, it wouldn't be clean.
βOKοΌβ
The Eastern European chick stuck out her tongue and smiled and stretched out her tail finger to Ethan: "Then say it." β
He looks handsome and has a good figure.
The main thing is to be generous, there is no more perfect guest than this.
"No problem."
With a slight finger hook with her, Ethan grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and wiped it on his clothes.
Soon, return to the place you just left.
From afar, you can see patrol cars with flashing police lights in the rain, as well as several vehicles on covert duty, not only Rusek, but Antonio and their vehicles all appear here.
I found a black umbrella and pushed the car door.
Ethan chewed the apple without a bite, and walked inside in the direction the patrol had directed.
Rainy nights bring great difficulty to the collection of clues.
The colleagues of the forensic office who came to work were also extremely perfunctory, and after taking a few photos hastily, they became passive and slack.
They know very well that under the rain wash, a lot of hard work is in vain.
"Boss."
Rusek hurriedly walked over: "It's the person you brought back today, it looks like a few people started infighting and had a fight." β
"He was the first to arrive at the scene of the crime."
Rusek pointed to a uniformed patrol officer not far away, and said excitedly: "There are not enough people today, so we pulled him to participate in the identification procedure, and just now he recognized one of the deceased people as the person we brought back today." β
"So, let us know right away."
"Hmm."
Ethan took a bite of the apple and nodded: "What's so strange about these people jumping around today and being dead on the streets tomorrow." β
"What is it that makes you think we didn't find the wrong person."
"It's this."
Antonio ran over in the rain and showed the large plastic bag in his hand: "Just now, someone accidentally knocked down the debris on the side of the wall and found these things from inside." β
In the bag, there were several iron rods.
One end of the rod was wrapped in sackcloth, while the other was stained with blood and a few pieces of skin and hair.
"Based on Bane's previous transcripts." Antonio said excitedly: "She was beaten by three African-American men with iron rods, and everything she found was right." β
"Next, all you need to do is do a DNA test."
"If you can extract her DNA on it, it will be enough to prove that these three guys are the murderers."
He looked at the three people lying on the ground regretfully, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, I don't know what happened to them to have infighting, even if it can be proven, there is no way to give Bane justice now." β
Ethan smiled secretly in his heart, this justice, Bane has already got it himself.
He heard what the old blacks said before.
Originally, I wanted to wait to find an unlucky egg, pretending to accidentally push him, knock over the debris, and then rummage through the situation.
Now, it's all a no-brainer.
"Actually, it doesn't have to be that troublesome." He threw the apple core into a nearby corner and casually said, "Take a picture of the other two people and show them to Bane, maybe she'll recognize them." β
"That's right."
Erin, who came around, slapped her thigh and quickly took out her mobile phone.
The scene was busy.
Half an hour later, there was only a bloody spot left in the back alley of the apartment building.
The rain was pouring down, and it was getting more and more intense.
It won't take long for this last bit of filth to be washed away, as if nothing had happened.
To others, the case came out of nowhere.
It's over, and it's headless.
Although it still needs to be confirmed, they all know in their hearts that these three people are the murderers.
It's just that they fought each other to the death, which made everyone feel worthless for Bane.
A few people chatted a few words and left one after another.
Watching the gray Dodge leave quickly, Ethan smiled and shook the Cadillac key in his hand.
"Yo."
He raised an eyebrow at Rusek: "What are you waiting for?" β
"What's wrong?" Everyone else has already left, and now it is raining heavily, and Rusek also wants to go back early to rest: "It's nothing, just go back and watch TV with my fiancΓ©e." β
"Forget it."
Ethan waved his hand and said disappointmently: "I see that you are very diligent during this time, and I want to reward you." β
"Alas, I originally wanted to invite you to go and kill chickens with me."
"Oops~"
Rusek's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly jumped to his feet and said, "Reward, must be rewarded." β
"Don't count, let's go, let's go now."
With this kind of good thing, who would want to go back to watch TV, but it is still the kind of drama of the desperate housewives, and Rusek is like being tortured every time.
He rubbed his fists and happily pushed Ethan into the car.
The two cars, one after the other, broke through the rain curtain and drove quickly in the direction of Chinatown.
The light car pulled over and stopped, and the two of them held umbrellas, hooked their shoulders and walked forward, laughing a few times from time to time, they all came out to play, there was no need to hold the sheriff's shelf anymore.
That's how tired it is to live.
Although he said that he didn't do it himself, Ethan also needed to find some entertainment to relax and relax.
By the way, there are three less scum in the world.
While Rusek was excitedly discussing the advantages and disadvantages of various women, Ethan slowed down a little and looked at the front blankly: "Watfa, what is this doing?" β
Right where I was playing, patrol cars and ambulances were parked downstairs.
Police lights, flickering in the rainy night.
Many people stood under the eaves, watching curiously, and whispering from their mouths.
"Let's go."
The two glanced at each other, and their steps quickened a little.
"Hey, don't be so curious." The orderly patrolman lowered his big-brimmed hat and impatiently opened his arms to stop them:
"Stand back, don't come any closer."
On duty in the rain at night, not scolding, it is already considered a good temper.
"My own people."
Rusek showed his badge and asked curiously, "What's going on here?" β
Seeing the silver police badge hanging on his belt, the patrolman's face suddenly softened, he shook his head, and waved his hand helplessly: "What else can I do, OD, people can't do it anymore." β
"I heard that she is still a young girl, alas!"
The OD here can only have one meaning, that is, the excessive use of unique products.
According to preliminary data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, more than 52,000 people died last year due to drug and overdose, and this death figure is still climbing at a rapid pace.
This is only the data on the surface, in fact, it is estimated that it has already exceeded 100,000.
So, they are all not surprised.
"Let's go."
Ethan shook his head and patted Russec on the back: "There's no way here, change places." β
Where to play is not to play, this kind of place is clear.
Just ask someone from the hunt squad for a few words, and you'll know where it's more fun, and you'll be sure that nothing embarrassing will happen.
Just about to leave, a group of people came down the stairs.
Several patrol officers were escorting a group of brightly dressed women downstairs.
Two white coats were at the front, carrying a stretcher towards the ambulance, and a humanoid wheel appeared on the white cloth.
Under the white cloth, a clean, white arm slipped out.
The arms drooped and shook weakly.
Dandelions, come into view.
"Fake."
Looking at the familiar tattoo, Ethan stopped abruptly and cursed in his mouth.
The mind of playing, yes, is not at all.
I didn't expect that Eastern European chick was still alive and full of vitality just now, and she was smiling and hooking her fingers with herself, and now in less than an hour, she was lying on the stretcher, and she died.
"Wait a minute."
Ethan showed his badge and stopped the two paramedics: "Twenty-first Precinct, Intelligence Group." β
Bypassing the patrolman, he walked briskly.
Taking a deep breath, he lifted the white cloth with a little expectation, and a familiar face appeared in front of him, his face extremely pale.
Confirmed, it's an Eastern European chick.
"Shet."
Gritting his teeth and scolding, he looked at the medical staff: "What the hell is going on?" β
Her previous physical condition didn't look like someone who played with this kind of thing.
"First time." The medical first responder shook his head and said numbly, "I didn't have a good dose, so that's it." β
"I don't know."
A blonde in the back cried, "I'm usually like this, I didn't know she would be unbearable." β
"You idiot." The first responder suddenly erupted, turned around and angrily rebuked:
"Can people have the same physique?"
Ethan glanced at the blonde and shook his head to cover the white cloth.
This kind of thing, there is nothing to say.
Whether it's tempted or out of curiosity, few people can end well when they touch this kind of thing, and people like Nadia are just an exception.
"Sheriff Morgan."
Among the patrol officers escorting the girls, a white man stepped forward, pressed his big-brimmed hat and greeted Ethan.
"You know me?"
Ethan pulled out a smile and shook hands with the other party.
"Of course." The big-brimmed hat looked at Ethan in admiration and sighed, "The bomb bus, I was in the patrol car behind me at the time, and I was almost hit by the woman who jumped out of the car. β
"Nice to meet you, Sheriff Morgan."
After a few compliments, he took out a bag of evidence and shook his head, "Passion, as far as I know, several people have died under it. β
Taking the bag, Ethan furrowed his eyebrows.
Rusek approached briskly with his umbrella in hand, and looked at the evidence bag as well.
Inside, there was a small bag.
Printed on it is a red lip, and below the lip print, is a simple word: passion.
Some white powder, as Ethan's fingers twitched.
These are sinful things.
"Thank you."
Ethan looked at it for a moment, then handed the bag back to the patrolman.
There's nothing you can do here, and the street vendors can't catch them all, catch one today, and ten tomorrow, just like cockroaches.
"Let's go."
Seeing the tailgate of the ambulance close, Ethan shook his head: "Eat hot pot, are you going or not?" β
"Go."
Rusek touched his stomach and nodded heavily.
After an episode, he lost his interest, and it was not bad to go to a supper to warm up.
The two came in high spirits and returned in defeat.
The next day, Rusek staggered to the police station.
He grabbed the guardrail, struggled to the Chase room, sat down in a chair, and stared blankly at Antonio across from him.
His eyes were stunned, and his face was pale.
"Yo."
Antonio looked at him like this, smiled and spread his hands and asked, "What did you do last night?" β
Early in the morning, he confirmed with Bane.
The few people who died in the back alley last night were the murderers, and now the case has been successfully resolved, and there are only some follow-ups left, so he is in a good mood.
"Didn't do anything."
Russec shuddered as he thought about last night.
"Please." Antonio asked curiously, "If there is anything unhappy, say it and make everyone happy." β
"Yes, yes."
Atwater was also interested, and turned to look at Rusek.
"Tips."
Rusek looked like he was in prostration, and shook his fingers weakly: "In the future, if any of you goes out to eat Chinese food with Boshi, don't let him order Chinese spirits." β
He tapped his head, and his lips trembled:
"Erguotou."
"Damn, it almost killed me."
"Teng Teng."
The sound of relaxed footsteps sounded, and Ethan ran upstairs in good spirits.
Several people looked at him in unison.
"Boss."
Atwater asked curiously, "What is a two-pot head?" β
The tone was weird, Ethan almost couldn't hear it, he laughed and glanced at Rusek: "Please, you yourself proposed to drink liquor for Chinese food." β
"Look at me."
He slapped himself twice on the chest: "It's nothing." β
"Boom."
Rusek hit his head on the table, he raised his arm and swung weakly.
This cowardice caused everyone to laugh loudly.
"Hmm."
Ethan smiled, looked left and right, and then realized that something was wrong: "What about the two she-Hulks from our intelligence group?" β
Erin won't talk about it, Nadia, who is usually the most diligent, is not in the seat.
"That's right."
Antonio scratched his head: "If you don't say it, I didn't even pay attention." β
Everyone else also shook their heads, saying that they didn't see the two of them, Ethan immediately took out his mobile phone, not to urge him to go to work, but for fear that something would happen to the two.
As soon as I was about to dial out, Erin's phone called.
"Hey."
Ethan pressed answer, just about to ask something.
Before he could speak, Erin's crackling words came from the other side, and his eyebrows furrowed when he heard it, and after a long while, he hung up the phone.
Seeing this, Antonio quickly stood up:
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know yet."
Ethan tossed his phone, shook his head, and said, "You guys stay here, and the follow-up of Bane's case will be done, and I'll go out." β
Under the puzzled eyes of several people, he turned and went downstairs.
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