The location of the two is the living room of the house.

It used to be cosy and cosy, but now it's a post-apocalyptic scene and everything is in ruins.

Following the light in the other man's hand, Horstead slowly moved his gaze.

"Hmm."

After a few seconds, he exhaled heavily: "Don't worry, I know what to do, Boss them." ”

Tightening his cheeks, he said helplessly:

"It's also for business."

"Just."

Horstead looked at his partner and said in a very depressed manner, "You know, it's my own brother after all, and we have the same blood flowing in our bodies. ”

"Trust me, I understand." Erin punched him hard in the shoulder:

"Do you subconsciously feel that your own brother is the murderer, otherwise how could you not have thought that now letting Will actively cooperate with Boshi's investigation is the best way to help him clear his suspicion."

"Even he knows this, and you're trying to stop it?"

Looking at her partner, Erin tilted her head: "In the case of pedophilia, you are the number one suspect, it was Boss who helped you get out of trouble, and Hank proved your innocence." ”

"Now, you actually suspect that they want to frame your own brother?"

When Erin said this, Horstead's face turned red.

“OK。”

He threw up his hands and said, "I see, it's my fault." ”

In fact, when he saw Victoria's tragic situation, Horstede's heart had already begun to waver, and now that he came to the scene of the fire, he was even more emotionally unstable, and this woman had suffered inhuman treatment.

Olivia's first thought was to find the murderer, and she really can't blame the other party.

Whose fault it is, Erin doesn't care.

But seeing him withdraw from that emotion, he finally let go.

"What are you two doing?"

Ethan turned around and saw the two of them standing still in the living room, and shouted, "Hurry up and follow, don't be in a daze there." ”

When the two men quickly followed, the firefighter pointed to the yellow sign placed on the floor:

"Be careful, don't step on these places."

"It's all left over from the forensic office, and I don't know what the use is, but I recommend you don't touch it."

He looked at the bedroom inside again and took a deep breath: "Damn, you don't know how much I hate these arsonists, they're all psychologically twisted perverts, that guy rolls newspapers and scraps of rubber into a ball. ”

"These things were piled up next to the victims, as well as in various corners of the house."

"Finally, light it with lighter oil."

Bending down, Ethan and a few others got through the red cordon that crossed the doorway, the room was even darker than the outside, and the walls had fallen off in some places.

Reaching out and smearing it on the wall, it was immediately stained with a layer of black ash.

There was a large bed in the middle, and the top of several burnt futons were stained with a lot of stains that looked like grease.

You don't have to guess to know what it is.

"Poor woman."

The blonde firefighter shook his head and sighed, "She's also lucky, we happened to be on a mission nearby, and if it was a few minutes later, there would only be a charred corpse here." ”

Erin and Horstead scrutinize the scene with tactical flashlights, trying to find small details that no one else has noticed.

This is normal.

Although someone from the Violent Crime Unit must have come to see the scene, everyone had a different way of looking at it.

"Damn it."

Stepping on the ash of his shoes, Horstead locked his eyebrows: "Remember Olivia's words?" ”

"In the previous cases, DNA information could not be found."

"I suspect that the murderer deliberately set fire to destroy all the evidence that may exist, and after being consumed by the flames, there is no longer any valid clue to be extracted here."

"That's right."

Erin wrinkled her nose as well and continued rummaging.

"Yo."

The blonde firefighter looked at Ethan, who was clasping his hands on his chest, and asked curiously, "I heard that this suspect is a repeat offender?" ”

"That's right."

Ethan glanced at the guy and nodded.

"Shet." The firefighter was furious and said, "Some people deserve to go to hell, and you don't know what that woman was like when we carried her out." ”

"The quilt."

He pointed to the stinking futon and gritted his teeth, "Some of them even stuck to her body." ”

These words made Erin feel excited.

She stepped back, unsteady on her feet and nearly fell to the ground.

"I'm fine."

With her arms shaking, she patted her chest in fright.

Just now, I stepped into the debris in the corner, and the dust kicked up, and I saw a small round object under my feet.

Subconsciously, she rubbed forward.

There was a thud, and a burnt bottle rolled on the floor.

"Smack."

Erin shuddered, and instantly stepped forward to step on this thing.

"Damn it."

She looked up at Ethan, and her eyes lit up, "Bet or not, what color is inside?" ”

"Huh?"

Not only Ethan, but the three men present all became confused.

I don't understand why she was so excited, and I don't know why she suddenly mentioned betting.

"It's a bottle of nail polish."

Erin remembered that the men didn't even know what it was, and after explaining, continued, "Have you forgotten what Olivia just said? The color of the victim's nail polish. ”

"Well, I'll bet you."

Ethan also recalled, and he said solemnly: "I think it's green inside, I won, you give me a Franklin." ”

"If you lose, I'll give you ten."

"Huh."

The fair-skinned middle finger was unceremoniously raised.

Her own conjecture was preemptively said by the other party, and Erin didn't take the stubble now, she picked up the bottle and blew away the dust on it.

There is no need to wear gloves.

The bottle was burned and smoked, and it was impossible to leave any evidence.

The cap was out of shape, and she couldn't unscrew it with all her might.

"Come on!"

In desperation, he had to throw the bottle to Ethan.

The latter took this thing and looked at it, under the action of the high temperature, the lid had been fused with the bottle body, so he was not so stupid, and his efforts were wasted here.

"Huh."

The nail polish bottle was tossed out by him.

The black bottle is constantly rolling in mid-air.

"Bump."

With a single gunshot, the small bottle exploded in the air.

Countless green specks splattered onto the gray staircase, and shattered bottles slammed to the floor.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan nodded, and the python flicked it twice and inserted it into the holster: "Guys, there is no doubt that the serial rape and murderer in New York has run to Chicago." ”

"Damn it."

The firefighter swallowed and looked at Horstead in shock.

There is no need to speak, the meaning in his eyes is obvious enough, is your boss a psychopath?

In this regard, the latter had no choice but to spread his hands.

(End of chapter)