North American Detective: I am proficient in all kinds of American Iai

Chapter 337 Cruel way of death

After a friendly exchange by Dean, Barnaby's neighbor not only cooperatively told what he knew, but also asked Dean and others to check the recent surveillance video of his home.

According to neighbors.

He hadn't seen Barnaby for more than ten days.

This guy is currently on annual leave and has been staying at home, so the information provided is highly credible.

Instead, it is monitoring, and there is no gain.

Because the scope of monitoring only includes the neighbor's yard, he dare not aim at the road, so as not to involve troublesome matters such as privacy, so Dean found that this guy is flirting with the newspaper boy who delivers letters every day, and he is an unscrupulous person. I went out and found nothing else.

Say goodbye to sad-faced neighbors.

Dean is going to contact the patrolman of the property company to find out the progress.

When you see him come.

The policeman who just realized something seemed to see a savior and ran to Dean for help: "Detective Dean, help me, I need help..."

He was tall and thin, and looked a little frail.

"Salami, what's the matter, aren't you in charge of contacting the real estate company in this community, who is threatening you?" The fat patrolman who was following Dean looked at his companion calling for help strangely.

Salami, the patrolman who asked for help, said aggrievedly: "The property management company didn't cooperate with me, so I followed Inspector Dean's method and threatened them. Now they are planning to go to the police station to complain about me."

Fat Patrolman: "."

Dean: "."

What does it mean to learn from me?

I sue you for slander!
Dean rolled his eyes: "Your name is Salami, can you tell me why you would think of threatening a real estate company in charge of high-end community properties?"

The real estate company on the American side is not kidding.

Their composition is generally very complicated, they belong to the continuous gold mining industry, and they are closely related to courts and police stations.

A small patrolman, going to threaten the other party, is afraid that he wants to guard the road and eat ashes.

It can only be said that the occurrence of such a funny thing is all due to the personnel of the police station.

In order to make it easier for the people below to work hard, without so much thought, when the police station recruits people, they will deliberately select those with strong limbs and simple minds to join the job.

This also leads to some ironic things that often appear on American patrol officers in the future, and are even secretly filmed as funny videos for sand sculpture netizens to laugh at.

Slender Patrolman Salami is undoubtedly a standard street donut patrolman.

When he heard Dean's question, he felt aggrieved: "But Inspector Dean, didn't you also threaten that rich man?"

"Dude, come on, don't you see that family photo in the living room of this rich man's house?

I dare to ask that rich man this way because as long as I follow the procedures and legally bring him back to the police station, and then go to his company to ask a few random questions, it will bring him hidden troubles in terms of reputation.

He has several children, and the house probably needs to be repaid, so a smart person like him will only make the right choice, but why should the property company be afraid of you, a small policeman? "

"what"

Not only was the salami dumbfounded after hearing this, but the other fat patrolman was also dumbfounded.

It turns out that Detective Dean's seemingly lawless and domineering operation has so many twists and turns, but the core is actually bullying?

Seeing the two people in a daze, Dean sighed and patted the shoulders of the two: "Guys, if you want to go further on the road of the police, you have to learn how to show your iron-blooded attitude of fighting and retreating." .”

Let's fight and retreat?

The two nodded with a vague understanding, and touched their heads, feeling a little itchy.

These two guys have no brains.

Dean chose to give up.

He took out his mobile phone, called Lawrence, and asked him to take over the job of salami, first to get the surveillance video from the property company.

Finish the call.

The fire brigade finally arrived at the scene of the explosion.

Along with them, there were also journalists who sneaked in by smelling the fishy smell.

Dean ignored the reporters who were entangled with the police, waited until the flames of the house were suppressed by the fire hose, ignored the high temperature that was still steaming, waved his hands, and brought two donut patrols, holding tools, until Ben house's utility room location.

This place is located behind the living room of the house, far away from the front of the blast, and was less affected. Only some dilapidated houses were blocked by charred wood, but a presumably hidden underground iron door entrance could be clearly seen under the dilapidated carpet.

There's a basement there!

"Move the debris!"

Dean waved his hand, took the tool, and stepped forward to get busy.

The two donut bastard patrolmen looked at each other, and they could see the surprise in each other's eyes!

How did Inspector Dean know that there is a secret room here?

They didn't know that among the various common sense instilled by the tracking skills, there was the part of the explosion echo, so when the explosion happened, Dean heard that there was a space under the location of the secret room!

The two little Karami naturally didn't expect Dean to be so obsessed. They only felt that this handsome detective was far more mysterious than the image in the rumors. They didn't dare to delay, so they hurriedly helped Dean, hoping to be spotted by Dean by then. Since then, he has been promoted and raised his salary, and has reached the pinnacle of his life..
The three of them were busy for about ten minutes, and finally cleared out a space of about nine square meters in the mess.

Looking at the two small patrolmen who were standing still in a high temperature environment, Dean had to let them go to the side to rest, called two unfamiliar faces again, took tools, and pried open the iron on the ground. The door is locked.

It seemed to be a confined space inside.

The moment the iron door was lifted, a stream of rancid air rushed up from below, and stunned the two patrolmen who were gloating over their misfortune.

Strong smell.

The two rolled their eyes, they didn't even have the instinct to vomit, they just passed out directly.

Dean was speechless.

Well, two more consumables fell down.

He could only signal to the Salamis who had just regained some strength, dragged the two patrolmen on the ground aside, let them go to the car to pick up the small video camera, and asked for some gas masks.

Fortunately, Los Angeles is rich, and the configuration package for the patrol is also sufficient.

These things are found in police cars.

Wait until the smell of the underground space is almost gone.

Dean wore a gas mask, borrowed a pistol, and went down first. Salami and the other two fixed the camera on their shoulders, followed behind Dean, holding guns in both hands, nervous, and came down one by one.

However, the two Karami did not open the safety of the pistol.

It's not that they didn't want to, but that Dean warned them before they came down that they were not allowed to open the safety of the pistol if they didn't encounter any situation.

After all, Dean just wanted the two of them to be witnesses, and he didn't want to fall in front of the danger when he was in danger, but instead fell behind his colleagues in panic and flew under the bullets.

Underground passage, repaired with rough steel steps.

Every time the three of them take a step, there will be a heavy thud in response to the transmission, giving people an increasingly tense environment stimulation.

I don't know what's in the underground space. Even after ventilating for a while, the unpleasant smell mixed with rancid and pungent chemicals becomes heavier the further down it goes.

Even though he was wearing a gas mask, Dean's keen sense of smell could still smell the smell, so he could only move forward with his breath held.

About three or four meters down, the steps under my feet began to level off.

crunch~
Accompanied by a tactile feeling of stepping on the wooden floor.

slap~
An induction incandescent light came on, causing the two patrolmen behind Dean to close their eyes subconsciously.

next moment.

squeak~
A chaotic movement came from the front.

It was actually a big mouse the size of an adult's palm with a long tail behind it.

These mice seemed to have not seen the light for a long time. Under the stimulation of the suddenly turned on incandescent lamp, they ran around like crazy, leaving a series of dark red stains on the somewhat soft ground.

Dean didn't care to look around, turned around and shouted: "Be safe, don't shoot!"

Thanks to him yelling.

The two little Karamis behind them, under the stimulation of the lights and the screams of the rats, have already opened the insurance.

I'm afraid Dean might really enjoy the joy of backstabbing if he creates some other background first.

"Phew, I'm scared to death!"

"What the hell are these mice, they are all so big!"

The two of them relaxed their emotions and adapted to the stimulation of the light at the same time. They used the topic to transfer the embarrassment on their faces.

Compared to the calm and composed Inspector Dean, the behavior of the two of them just now was too spicy.

Dean ignored the two tool men and began to look at the surrounding environment seriously.

This is a simple underground space with a height of more than three meters and the size of an ordinary middle school classroom.

strictly speaking.

It's more like a cellar here.

The passage that just came down is some assembled simple steel stairs, without railing protection, and the bottom is a wooden floor, which is poorly maintained, and there are signs of decay in some places, exposing the soil under the wooden boards.

Where the three of them got down, the board should have a sensor setting.

Looking forward, there are rows of shelves.

There were blue file folders on the shelves, each compartment was labeled, and when I looked closer, I saw that it was the date.

Dean put on his gloves, took out a document to check, and found that there were some contracts, ledgers, and some simple records with secret words.

It should hold all of Barnaby's secrets.

Dean scanned the six or so large shelves, and said to the back, "Follow me, and the camera is aimed at you."

After finishing speaking, he followed the black and red footprints left by the mice on the wooden board, passed through the wooden frames that obscured his vision, and finally came to the innermost part of the basement.

There is a simple wooden table and chairs with office equipment.

A bloody corpse, wrapped in tattered clothes, sat in a slumped position, with its head held high, its mouth widened, and the black hole on its face stared straight at the direction of the path.

As soon as Dean turned the corner, his field of vision happened to meet the black holes where the eyes of the corpse had been lost. Even though he was so courageous, his heart skipped a beat, and his heart beat a lot faster.

"FK!"

"Oh my God!"

The two little patrolmen who followed were shocked by the discovery at this corner and exclaimed.

This special environment, the corpse in a miserable state of death, is really scary.

"Stop screaming, just stand here, and the camera lens is aligned." Dean said angrily, and only after a small camera was tied to his head, he walked carefully to the corpse and squatted down.

The death of the corpse was a bit miserable.

The clothes are tattered, with obvious chewing marks, and the exposed skin and flesh are even more dilapidated, covered with eating teeth marks left by rodents.

Needless to say, these are the work of those big black mice.

They use corpses as food.

A few white and fat maggots seemed to sense the movement from outside, and drilled out from the dark eye sockets of the corpse, with a wet black-red liquid on the tail.

Such an unrecognizable corpse, even my own mother would not be able to recognize it.

Dean pursed his lips and stretched out his hand, ready to see if he could find something that could identify the deceased.

next moment.

The throat of the originally motionless corpse suddenly swelled rapidly, as if a zombie was breathing in and resurrected from the dead.

Dean's scalp was numb, and he quickly pulled away.

It was the first time he had seen this weird scene.

next moment.

A black shadow rushed out from the corpse's mouth, drew an arc in the air, landed on the ground, and quickly disappeared under the cover of those shelves.

It's like a signal.

From the abdomen cavity and other parts of the body that was originally quiet, jet-black, glossy rat heads emerged one after another. Under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, they looked like gophers coming out of the ground one after another, spreading all over the body of the corpse. , looking straight at Dean and the three of them with scarlet eyes
This scene is weird and terrifying, no matter how courageous you are, you will feel a numb feeling of confusion and nausea, rushing from the soles of your feet to your head, and then from your heart to your skin, turning into goosebumps. Unforgettable for a lifetime.

"Fuck!"

Dean took a few steps back, and didn't stop until he bumped into the two behind him.

The two little patrolmen standing at the corner were even more pale. They seemed to have seen a profane scene that they couldn't look directly at.

So fucking scary.

Who has ever seen a person's body, all of a sudden, mice came out of it!
Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

squeak~
These rats are probably confused by eating meat.

After a long time, under the call of his partner in the dark, Hulala got out from under the blood holes, pushed away the clothes covering the body of the corpse, leaving a dark hole of flesh and blood, and fled away.

"Yuck~"

The two little patrolmen finally couldn't bear it any longer, and vomited heavily on the smelly wooden board.

Dean clenched his fists, and after stabilizing his numb mind, he looked at the two hapless bastards sympathetically, and didn't even have the slightest thought of reprimanding them for polluting the scene.

This scene is really disgusting and weird, even the well-informed forensic doctors in the forensics department may not be able to withstand it.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort, squatted down next to the corpse again, and looked at the corpse seriously.

Affected by rats that rush out.

Part of the clothes that originally covered the abdomen of the corpse were lifted.

Only then did Dean discover details that he hadn't noticed just now.

The left hand of the deceased was covering his abdomen. Below it was an inconspicuous blood hole, the surrounding was wet, and the black-red liquid glowed like asphalt under the light. Flesh remains.

That's the large intestine.

In Dean's mind, a picture could not help but emerge:
For unknown reasons, the deceased leaned against a corner, his abdomen was injured, and it was difficult to move.

A group of hungry and crazy rats, smelling the smell of blood, gathered together and burrowed into the wound on the deceased's abdomen.

Fresh intestines flow out.

The deceased tried his best to stuff his intestines back, but the left hand he stretched out became part of the mouse's meal.
hiss~
Dean gasped, goosebumps popped all over his body.

No wonder there was so much still wet black-red liquid left at the scene.

Too cruel!

The dead did not die long at all!

He watched the rats crawling all over his body, felt the rats eating his large intestines, his watery eyeballs, and his fresh and tender internal organs bit by bit, and he died of pain! ! !
Even for the murderous Dean, this is the first time he has seen such a cruel way of death in his past and present lives.

Because it is too difficult to achieve.

Killing is very simple.

But it is not easy to make a person feel the greatest pain before dying.

In Dean's mind, the murderer's motive for killing could not help but emerge.

revenge!

Absolutely blood feud!
(End of this chapter)