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

Chapter 338
"FK, this is the first time I have seen such a disgusting way of dying."

The members of the forensic department showed expressions of surprise or nausea after arriving at the scene, obviously unable to bear the tragic impact of the deceased.

Dean's old acquaintance Holz is also among them.

He saw Dean dangling on those shelves at a glance, and quietly stepped forward, intending to make a surprise attack on Dean's chest, but the little hand was caught just as he approached.

"Hiss, stop, it's me, Holz!"

Holz grinned in pain and begged for mercy.

When Dean heard a familiar voice, he let go and turned around, smiling and saying hello: "Long time no see, Holz, are you looking for a girlfriend?"

While speaking, he looked at Holz.

This guy was originally short and thin, but now he looks even thinner, with sunken cheeks, protruding eyes, and under the loose collar, there are patches of red and bruised strawberry marks, giving people a feeling of frailty and night life. The impression of overindulgence.

Hearing his girlfriend, Holz came alive.

He shook his sore hand joints, raised his eyebrows at Dean, and said proudly: "Dean, have you also heard the rumor that my girlfriend is beautiful and wild?"

Before, he had always been envious of Dean being the groom every day, but now he was finally flabbergasted, and now he was somewhat showing off.

Dean shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not blind, you're just about to show off the strawberry print on your neck with your shirt off. By the way, weren't you lustful, beautiful, and courageous before? Why do you suddenly want to find someone?"

Although Holz looked thin and small before, he looked healthy, but now he looks like a small horse-drawn cart, overestimating his capabilities.

"Hehe~"

Holz's little thought was seen through, and he smiled embarrassedly: "Didn't you think you were not tall or handsome before, and couldn't muster the courage to strike up a conversation? It's different now!"

"Oh?"

Dean glanced at Holz, who was more wretched than before, and said bluntly: "Sorry, buddy, I can't see that you have become more handsome now."

Holz shrugged: "Yes, but I have thick skin now."

This is the truth he learned from Dean: a shameless person is invincible.

Try again and again.

Sure enough, I got what I wanted, and I also met a superb product.

In Holz's heart, he already regarded Dean as his life mentor and guiding light.

Seeing Dean come back this time, Holz was happier than anyone else. He wanted to learn more from Dean and make progress on the road of life.

Simple greetings.

Seeing that his colleagues were already investigating the condition of the corpse, Holz returned to the topic and said, "Dean, you should have checked the entire scene, right?"

He knew Dean's ability, asking now, and the autopsy would save a lot of things later.

Dean nodded:
"The deceased was a male with a height of about 1.7 meters eight. His appearance was so mutilated that it was difficult to directly identify the deceased. However, based on the degree of wear of the deceased's molars and incisors, it is roughly inferred that the deceased was about 40 years old.

The naked ring finger of the deceased's left hand was slightly deformed, and the shape was complete. It should be in the development stage. The left ring finger was injured, resulting in deformed development.

The exposed part of the ribs of the deceased showed signs of fracture and healing, and he should have suffered a severe gunshot before.

In addition, there were more than thirty flesh and blood cavities on the body of the deceased. The main injury should be the abdomen, where the flesh and blood showed signs of gnawing from the outside to the inside.

Therefore, there is a high probability that the deceased was gnawed to death by a group of specially trained mice that drilled into the body from the abdomen while they were alive.

Those rats used his body as a granary, opening up their esophagus everywhere, resulting in his current strange state of death.

As for the time of death"

Dean paused slightly, a little uncertainly:
"Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for ordinary people to survive this kind of injury for too long. The loss of blood alone is fatal enough, but there were no traces of massive bleeding at the scene.

What's even more strange is that the body of the deceased has both the characteristics of the body tissue that died not long ago, and the decay characteristics of the body tissue that has been inactive for more than seven days.

I suspect that he was imprisoned in this basement by the murderer, who used drugs to control the injuries of the deceased and hang his life.

The murderer hoped that the deceased would feel his body being eaten bit by bit, to make him fear, despair, and repent to the greatest extent. Maybe the murderer even put a mirror in front of the deceased so that he could watch himself being bit by bit. Lose! "

"So cruel?" Holz couldn't help but grit his teeth: "Dean, do you think this is a vendetta?"

Dean spoke so vividly that his scalp tingled.

This guy, who knows the murderer's mental state so well, wouldn't have done similar things!
Dean saw fear flashing through Holz's eyes looking at him, thinking that he was just afraid of the murderer's cruelty, and nodded without thinking too much: "Well, it is not ruled out that the deceased experienced cruel torture before death, Before you came, I checked the entire scene, and it was handled very cleanly, Holz, I need you to help me determine the identity of the deceased as soon as possible."

He suspected that the deceased was Barnaby himself, but the details still needed to be verified. Now he could only call Daisy to help investigate Barnaby's capital flow.

Holz nodded quickly: "No problem, I will go back with the corpse first, give the autopsy results earlier, and hand over the scene to my colleagues."

After speaking, he cheered up and went to work with his colleagues.

It's good that Dean doesn't talk about the case, but when he talks about the case, Holz has a professional pressure to be crushed when facing Dean, and occasionally wonders if this guy is proficient in criminal psychology at such a young age, might he be a pervert himself?

See Holz arrive.

After Dean said hello, he left the basement with the two small patrolmen who handed over the camera.

This kind of killing method is not something a novice can do.

The murderer must be very familiar with the structure of the human body and proficient in pharmacology.

The scene seems to be complete, but in fact there are no directional traces left.

So staying here is a waste of time.

But no matter how clean the scene was, it was of no use to a pervert with a high IQ like Dean.

He already had the perfect model characteristics of a murderer in his mind.

There is no perfect crime in the world, only theoretical perfection without conviction.

No matter what it is, as long as it is done, even if there is no trace left, there is no way to prevent the master from deriving the information he needs from the result.

Like the dead man was really lawyer Barnaby.

This shows that Barnaby was attacked just after leaving the police station.

The murderer has been watching him!
Barnaby is the old landlady's lawyer who died before, and she is also engaged in some wicked accomplices to squeeze business.

The two had accidents one after another, which made people think of the story hidden in it.

In addition, this basement, at first glance, is Barnaby's privacy.

An excellent lawyer has delicate thoughts and rigorous logic, which are essential professional characteristics, but in this case, his home was stolen, and he even died in his own secret place.

This shows that the murderer may be an acquaintance of Barnaby himself and is very, very familiar with him.

The remaining mice, life-support drugs, etc., are all things that need to be prepared long in advance.

All these are telling Dean that this murder is a serial revenge murder with a clear goal.

The old lady of the landlord herself was helping the Chinese gangster Huaqing gang to launder money secretly, but after being dead for so long, the Huaqing gang did not pay any attention to it. Even before the death of the landlord old lady, the Chinese who were dealing with the money laundering channel of the landlord old lady medicine.

These kinds of abnormal reactions all show that the Huaqing Gang behind the landlord's old lady must know something!
The Huaqing Gang is the breakthrough point of the case!

back to the ground.

Dean said a few good words that he didn't need money, promised that after the case was over, he would mention the assistance of the two, and bid farewell to the two poor toolman patrolmen who had been shocked in their hearts.

Lawrence was called by him to go to the property company to ask for monitoring of community roads.

For the Huaqing Gang, Dean can only do it himself.

"As soon as Harry and Carlo were hospitalized, there was a serious shortage of manpower."

Dean sighed and drove Carlo's broken car, ready to leave the community.

Because of the big bang.

In the originally quiet community, there were many people who stayed at home and did not go to work. Seeing that the police took control of the scene and there was no danger, they all ran out to watch the excitement.

Dean can only slow down the speed of the car.

When passing by the house where the party was held before, he subconsciously glanced at it, and then frowned.

Perhaps it was because the bombing attracted onlookers and reporters.

In the originally lively courtyard, there is no one to be seen at this moment, only some messy tableware, snacks and desserts that have not been cleaned up, telling outsiders that this place was still very lively just now.

But that's not why Dean frowned.

The reason why he frowned was that he found that the inside of the big house, whether it was the windows on the first floor or the second floor, were all drawn with thick curtains, and it was dead silent, without the slightest movement.

Dean has extraordinary hearing.

This is very wrong!
I thought about it.

Dean took out his mobile phone, called the bald patrolman Hawk, and asked him to find a reliable informant, use a public phone booth, call the police station to report, and bring someone over by the way.

This is the area that the police station focuses on patrolling.

In less than 10 minutes, Hawke arrived at the scene with two police cars.

He greeted Dean enthusiastically, and then he said excitedly: "Dude, I heard that there was an explosion here. It's a pity that I'm not patrolling here, otherwise I would have come here long ago. Is there any unexpected discovery now?"

Dean nodded and pointed to the building in front of him: "There was a group of young people who were having an undeserved party before, and it was very lively. Now something is wrong."

Hawke was a little disappointed to hear that it had nothing to do with the bombing, but he nodded and said: "No problem, I have already had someone report this place to the police, and because there is a shortage of patrolling guys here, the guy who arrived nearby also called the police, see mine."

After speaking, Hawke waved to the younger brother beside him.

In a high-end community, even the police would be very passive if they entered other people's homes without permission, but if someone reported it and came to investigate, it would be different.

This is the flexibility of handling cases.

The two patrolmen who received the police nodded and stepped forward, opened the still very simple assembled law enforcement devices on their shoulders, walked to the front of the house, and rang the doorbell: "LAPD"

After ringing the bell several times, there was no answer inside.

The two patrolmen could only look at the boss Hawke and Dean beside him.

Dean walked to the electric meter of the house, looked at it, and with simple gestures, asked the two patrolmen to find an excuse and prepare to break the door.

The two patrolmen followed Hawke, and they were also veterans.

One of them looked at the camera, sniffed his nose pretending to be suspicious, and said with a serious face: "I seem to smell blood, report to the command center, and prepare to break the door."

Surface work goes well.

Two burly patrolmen aimed at the door lock, kicked hard a few times without opening the door, smashed one side of the window, and got in with guns.

next moment.

An exclamation came from inside the house: "FK, FK!"

There is actually something wrong inside!
The people who heard the shouts rushed over with their guns, leaned in front of the window, and saw a horrifying scene through the gap between the bodies of the patrolman who had just entered:
Above the suspended ceiling, countless thin threads hang down, hanging naked young people in the air, like a platter, combining these lifeless male and female corpses into a jb pointing to the sky angrily!

Lawrence wiped his eyes, horrified in his eyes: "So many people have died, something big will happen!"

Dean was equally horrified.

Among the hanging corpses, he saw many young faces that he had seen before.

But how is this possible?

Dean and Carlo just passed by here about two hours ago, but two hours later, this place actually looked like this?

A quick glance at the corpses, there were no fewer than twenty corpses.

How did the murderer lure everyone into the room in such a short time, kill these young people, and then assemble them into the current appearance and hang them up?
To know.

Because of the explosion, there were constant reporters sneaking in here, as well as some community residents who hadn't gone out.

It is difficult for a murderer to use machinery.

How did he do that?
subconsciously.

Dean thought of the murderer who killed the body in the basement before.

Will there be a connection between the two?

This kind of scene was no longer something Lawrence could handle.

After entering the room, looking at the suspended 'work of art', several people looked at Dean.

Lawrence said with some concern: "Dean, there are many reporters in this community now. If the things here are exposed, we will face great pressure."

Dean nodded: "Report each other, first find a way to get rid of those reporters, and let the people above have a headache."

Too many people died.

And these people are all the children of rich people who are well-established in society.

After half an hour.

The entire community was blocked. Not only the police detective station and the district police station came, but several high-level officials also led a team to the scene with FBI members who had heard the news, semi-blocking the community.

The senior executives of the property company who were awesome before also rushed to the scene in embarrassment.

This was a major incident that was enough to cause a sensation in Los Angeles, and not a certain department could resist it.

It's a big deal!

(End of this chapter)