Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 68 68. Shortcut to Investigation

The sky is dark tonight, the moon hides in the clouds, and the sky is dotted with a few sparse stars.

130 West Ninth Street.

When Thomas and Dean arrived at the scene, there were several police cars parked nearby, and two ambulance personnel were carrying the body covered in white cloth on a stretcher into the ambulance.

Dean opened the God's perspective and glanced at the white cloth. A pale woman with a clear strangle mark on her neck was lying in it.

He turned his head.

A police officer was cordoning off the entire front yard, and a few companions not far away were inquiring about news with other residents in the block.

At the door of the house in the yard, another burly, Mediterranean, poker face, with a typical American buttocks and chin, with a straight waist, and a very pompous police detective was talking to a tearful man.

Thomas led Dean into the cordon, and a sobbing sound came to his ears.

"My Carter was alive and well before I went out in the morning, and she asked me to come back early to celebrate her birthday." The man cried, "But the bank is too busy to work, and I don't get off work until nine o'clock in the evening. I will see you when I get home The doors and windows of the house were wide open and she was lying on the kitchen floor with a black bruise on her neck, stiff and cold."

"God, why did you take my wife away in such a cruel way!"

The man's eyes were flushed with emotion, but his fair skin, tall and thin figure, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look feminine.

Dean, who came closer, felt a little awkward, and frowned unconsciously.

"Sorry, buddy, I'll excuse you first."

The Mediterranean police detective greeted the man, and led Dean and Thomas to the garden in the front yard.

He glanced at the curious baby-like Dean.

"The fifth team is in charge of the case. You shouldn't come to this kind of place, especially Dean. You are still a volunteer, which is not in compliance with the regulations."

"Captain Carl, don't be so serious," Thomas explained, "Dean will join the LVPD sooner or later, and now he just needs to see it in advance. Don't forget Lake Mead, we all owe him one!"

"Okay, Dean, don't enter the house, and don't touch the evidence..."

"Just treat me as a camera." Dean nodded.

Carl began to tell the ins and outs of the case to the two.

"The hostess of this house, Carter Burton, was killed in the kitchen. The cause of death and the exact time of death are still under investigation. She is 30 years old and works as a teacher in a nearby school for special children."

Karl turned to the man at the door,
"It was her husband, Bud Burton, who first found the deceased, 32, who worked in a nearby bank and the couple had lived in the house for more than three years."

"Teacher and bank clerk," Dean muttered, "both respectable professions."

"This neighborhood is considered an old-fashioned Caucasian community... It requires residents to work, and the security situation is very good. I don't remember any major cases in the past five years." fall."

"Can I talk to him?" Dean glanced at the sad man not far away,

"Yes, but be careful, boy."

……

"You have a very good relationship with your wife." The three returned to the man,
"We have been married for three years and have always been loving and harmonious... We have never quarreled, and the neighbors can testify." The man said without raising his head, "I love her more than my life, and I would rather exchange my life for her." she!"

"Don't be too sad, the only thing we can do now is to catch the murderer."

Dean comforted, and then stared at the system, "Did your wife have feuds with other people in the past few days, and had some small grievances or conflicts?"

The man thought for a moment, shook his head,

"Carter is cheerful and enthusiastic, and has a good relationship with her neighbors and colleagues. Everyone likes her very much."

"She is a person who can't hide her words. If she has something on her mind, she will definitely tell me, but she didn't."

Carl began to record quickly,

Dean racked his brains and asked again,

"Then is there any abnormality in her recent behavior, such as sudden nervousness and nightmares?"

The man shook his head firmly,
"As her husband, I don't feel anything out of the ordinary."

"So when you got home, did you check everything in the house?" Carl stopped Dean's third question and asked instead, "Have you lost any valuables?"

"As soon as I got home, I found... I found that she had stopped breathing... Huh..." The man wiped the crystal at the corner of his eyes with the little finger of his right hand, covered his mouth and choked up a sob. This action made Dean even more awkward, "I Called 911 and searched all the bedside tables and closet drawers in the bedroom at home. I remember very clearly that there was a thousand dollar reserve in there, but it was taken away, and Carter's box of gold jewelry was also missing. unknown."

"Are you sure it's lost, didn't you forget it somewhere or dispose of it?" Carl asked.

"I'm sure."

Carl began to swipe notes in his notebook.

"Describe the characteristics of the lost gold jewellery."

"A necklace composed of prismatic gold clasps...a gold ring with a hollow rose pattern...the weights are respectively..."

"Are the receipts for the jewelry purchase still there?"

"Well, I'll give it to you later."

……

Several people chatted in front of the door for two hours.

until twelve o'clock at night.

The flashes and clicks of the indoor cameras all stopped.

Several police officers lugging a huge plastic bag and Holden Ford with a bulging file bag under his arm left the door.

Taking a deep breath, he took off his white gloves slowly, with a tired look on his face.

"Holden, why are you here?" Dean waved at him,
"Assist in the investigation, I'm planning to notify you tomorrow." Holden was also a little surprised to see him.

"Mr. Police, have you found the murderer?"

Bud eagerly surrounded him and asked,

"I can understand your feelings." Holden said regretfully, "but first we have to take the evidence back for analysis... We also need to conduct an autopsy on your wife and synthesize all the evidence before we can draw a reliable conclusion."

"Then Carter, did she go in pain?" Bud was cautious, his eyes pleading,
"Based on the current examination, she walked very quickly..." Holden hesitated, "I didn't suffer too much torture, and there was no trace of violation on her body."

Bud breathed a sigh of relief, entangled his fingers in front of his chest, and said through gritted teeth,
"Everyone, please help me catch the murderer!"

The man's words fell to the ground.

Dean's expression changed suddenly, and a reminder flashed in front of his eyes.

You trigger a new event - dead wife.

A woman was brutally murdered by someone breaking into her home on the night of her birthday. You need to use all the abilities you have mastered to quickly solve the case, find out all the suspects, and bring them under control!
Event Difficulty: Easy

Progress: 5/100
Duration: 48 hours
Reward: 40 experience points

Punishment: none
……

"Don't worry, the LVPD will never let any criminal go unnoticed," Holden made his final concluding remarks, "If you think of any details, or if you are threatened personally, please contact us immediately. Now, take a bath and get some sleep. sleep."

……

A group of people left the courtyard, put away the blockade, and had a preliminary discussion in front of the police car.

"How did Carter die?"

Thomas asked Holden,

"The murderer sneaked into the house through the window, attacked Carter from behind while she was preparing food in the kitchen, strangled her and strangled her to death."

"In addition to kicking her feet and struggling, there are residual skin flakes of the murderer in her fingernails." Holden shook a black-painted electric wire in the file bag, "The murder weapon is this electrical wire."

"The murderer is very strong. Based on the characteristics of the boot prints and strangle marks found in the room, I can roughly judge that he is close to six feet three (1 meters) tall and weighs at least two hundred pounds. Strong, but by no means bloated obesity."

Dean glanced at the system, Holden hit the point with just a few words, and the progress of the investigation increased by ten percent.

"Bud mentioned that a sum of cash and expensive jewelry was lost at home," Carl added with his hands on his hips. Go through the criminal files of the case and find out who meets the appearance requirements, remember, six feet three, two hundred pounds."

Holden nodded, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "The hair fingerprints found in the room and the dander left in the nails of the deceased are used as reference materials, which can be used for secondary screening to identify the real culprit."

"So simple?"

Dean glanced at the system, and the investigation progress was 15.00%.

"This is only the most preliminary analysis." Thomas shook his head and smiled, "but the reality is often tortuous, even contrary to our analysis."

"That's right, I can't figure out some things," Holden said confusedly, "The murderer only wants to make money, and there's no reason to kill such a beautiful and weak woman."

"Judging from the traces, it acted too simply and decisively, as if it had been planned for a long time."

The crowd fell into contemplation.

……

"It's getting late, Dean, go back and rest, and leave the rest to us."

Karl opened the door of the police car and sat in, obviously not intending to let the rookie continue to follow up.

"OK."

Dean said goodbye to Thomas and Holder, and made a detour home for a while.

"The police have police investigation methods, but two days are definitely not enough to collect all kinds of evidence and analyze them. Well, it takes more than two days to test all kinds of evidence alone."

"To complete the event in two days, I had to use another, faster method."

After making up his mind, Dean drove onto the Bronco and returned to West Ninth Street.

At this time, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning, the street was dark, and the houses were all dead silent.

Dean picked up his backpack.

Relying on his agility at 12 o'clock, he avoided pedestrians and vehicles and returned to the vicinity of No. 130 where the incident occurred without a sound.

Dean opened the God's perspective outside the house, observing things within ten meters of the house through a wall.

It was pitch black, and there was no one there.

Safety!

He tiptoed, landed silently and sneaked into the room through the window.

A quick check on the first and second floors found that the husband, Bud Burton, who had lost his wife, was not in the house. The bedroom, toilet, storage room, and basement were all empty.

But Dean thought about it again, not everyone has the courage to spend the night in the house of someone who has just died, even if it is their closest family member.

No one is more convenient to do things.

Dean closed all the curtains and windows, went to the kitchen where the white figures were drawn on the floor, took out the ritual suit from the backpack, put it on his knees, and cut the index finger of his left hand with the tip of the plank.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood ran across his fingertips, dripping onto the densely packed letters and numbers on the motherboard.

The pale writing was stained a deep red.

Dean took a deep breath and relaxed.

In fact, the complete ceremony also needs sage incense, candles and other things.

But this is not the first time for Dean to operate, and he has mastered balance meditation. He no longer needs to rely on external objects to concentrate and relax.

His blood-stained left hand pressed the shackles onto the main board, and then slowly pushed the shackles around the main board.

a circle.

Two laps.

He cleared his throat amidst the sound of the shackles rubbing against the main board,

"Friends get together, sincerely."

"The soul is approaching, I'm here to summon you."

The shackles whirled round and round around the main board.

Dean's steady voice echoed in the claustrophobic hall,

"Now I'm going to start divination. Please listen to my words, the good spirits wandering in this house."

"My dear lady, Carter Burton, is your spirit with me?"

Dean held his breath for two seconds.

brush--

A gust of wind lifted the curtains of the hall.

A sudden force surged out of Dean's hand, pushing the plank to slide onto a word——

YES!

A success!
Di'an couldn't help but feel a little excited, once he was a novice and second time acquaintance, if he continued to practice, he might become a professional investigation master in the future!

But he suppressed his excitement and spoke again.

"Ms. Carter, I have great sympathy and regret for the murderer who sneaked into your home in the middle of the night and hurt you."

"You don't deserve this kind of bad luck. I decided to help you catch the murderer, but I need you to answer a few questions honestly. Have you seen the face of the murderer?"

zizi.

Sliding board——

NO.

Dean was not surprised either.

The murderer strangled her neck suddenly from behind, and it was indeed impossible for her to see the face.

"Then you know the identity of the murderer, or have you heard his voice, or noticed any feature of his appearance?"

zizi.

This time the shackles moved along the main board for a long time.

Pause for a moment on a word or letter every few seconds, and finally piece together a sentence.

"Her voice is young, full of magnetism and temperature, alto."

The murderer turned out to be a woman.

Dean stared into the darkness, "Did she speak to you when she attacked you?"

"Yes."

Dean's eyelids twitched, what kind of murderer would talk to the victim when committing a crime,
"What did she say?"

The plank moves quickly and piece together——

"Sorry, Bud only belongs to me, I have to do this."

Dean frowned after reading this sentence.

According to Holden's previous preliminary analysis, the murderer was 1.9 meters tall and weighed [-] pounds.

According to Ghost Carter's confession, the killer possessed a magnetic alto.

Then Bud has a very unique taste. He doesn't like slim and beautiful women, but likes strong women.

……

"So..." Dean shivered with a chill on his back, looked at the void, and asked, "Ms. Carter, has your husband Bud cheated?"

zizi——

The shackles swing.

"Yes."

"Bud's sobbing and tearful love for you is just acting?" Dean's tone and demeanor were full of pity.

Jiban pieced together a long answer.

"Bud is a model husband on the surface. He hugs me every day and says compassionate words to me every day when he gets home, but he often uses overtime as an excuse to go home late at night."

Before Dean's eyes, a dull pale face appeared in the dark midair.

The shackles continue to move.

"Bud doesn't love me anymore, he treats me more like a sister who has no blood relationship."

……

The room fell into silence for a moment.

"There is a big discrepancy between the truth and Holden and Carl's analysis. It's not just about burglary and murder, but also to solve the rival in love."

Dean analyzed that the progress of the incident investigation reached 40.00%.

……

"Looks like I'm on the right track."

"Bud has an intersection with the killer."

"I just need to remind Team Leader Carl to keep an eye on Bud, and sooner or later he will be able to follow the clues to find that strong woman."

Dean thought about it, glanced at the description of the incident, and shook his head violently.

"No, it's inefficient to let the COPs ask slowly and squat around. The limited 48 hours may not be enough. I must change to an unconventional way of thinking, and use a more direct and decisive method to find out the real culprit!"

"Ms. Carter," Dean looked into the void, "do you know where Bud often goes to relax, or does he have a female friend who is similar to a murderer?"

The shackles point to "NO".

"Then please tell me some secrets that only you and your husband know."

The shackles move quickly.

"Bud has a mole on his back..."

"Bud hates spaghetti so much..."

Dean took out his notebook to record these secrets, and then spoke,

"Ms. Carter, one last question. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I will try my best to help you."

zizi——

The last line of writing was carved on the shaman board.

"Punish the murderer severely."

"Where's Bud?"

"Let him take care of himself."

Dean nodded, stood up suddenly, and at the same time raised the plank, looking ahead through the lens with his left eye.

In front of the kitchen window stood a lady in an elegant black dress. She had good features and a plump figure, but her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes were out of focus like a simulated doll.

Dean raised his voice with a solemn expression,
"The murderer will pay the price."

After Dean finished speaking, Mrs. Ghost bowed slightly towards him, turned into a burst of blue light, and slowly disappeared.

In the hidden corner, the invisible darkness completely absorbed it.

Dean stared at the empty darkness, put away his equipment and cleaned up the traces in the room, and laughed at himself,
"Helping Ling fulfill his last wish, what is this? A police detective with superpowers?"

"No, Ling provided me with clues, allowing me to catch the murderer and complete the incident to get a reward."

"And I reward them with 'a little effort.'"

"Fair and just, that's my way."

While murmuring softly, Dean's figure disappeared.

Darkness and dead silence returned to the house.

　Sorry, this chapter has undergone major changes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)