Chapter 103 Crime scene, shoe prints

  The terminal of the Los Angeles Greyhound bus.

  A black police officer, leaning against the wall, chatted and laughed with two scantily clad women, while scanning the surrounding streets impatiently from the corner of his eye.

  He was comfortable fishing today.

   As a result, a phone call came from the police department, causing him to go to this remote ghost place again.

  If it wasn't for his luck, he met two mature women who still had charm and struck up a conversation with him very enthusiastically, he would have scolded his mother a long time ago

at this time.

  The cell phone of the black police officer rang.

  He took it out and saw that it was the number that made him a little uncomfortable: "Hey, buddy, where are you, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

   "Sorry, I went around first, if possible, can you invite the two women around you to come to the fast food restaurant together, I want to chat with them."

The black police officer glanced at the two 'mature women' beside him, whistled, and showed a wretched smile: "Okay, buddy, since you and I have similar tastes, I forgive you, it's the chicken legs on the corner Fast food?"

".right!"

hang up the phone.

  Drumstick fast food restaurant.

  Dean looked at the small used umbrella in the bag in front of him, and tapped on the table.

  Howard was on the phone with his mother when he was attacked.

after.

   He lost touch.

  Howard's mother chose to call the police.

   But alas.

  Near the station, the police officers found neither the witness nor the place where the other party was attacked, let alone his mobile phone and other items.

  Dean's purpose for coming here this time is very simple.

   Find out where Howard was attacked!

   Without clues, it is not easy to determine where a person was attacked in such a large area.

  And what Howard told his mother may not necessarily be true.

   This needs to be put into the minds of both the murderer and the victim.

  First, Howard arrived at eight o'clock in the evening, why was he still here at ten o'clock in the evening?

  Second, how did the murderer know Howard's exact itinerary? How did he determine Howard's route in such a mixed transfer station, and finally make a sneak attack?

  Third, what location is the most suitable for a sneak attack and unobtrusively transport Howard's not-so-light body?

   After looking around, Dean found a useful clue.

  He found several used small umbrellas in the alley behind the fast food restaurant.

  The model of the small umbrella is the same brand as the small umbrella that Howard was wearing back then.

   Selling hue through money.

  Dean learned a very important piece of information from the female salesperson of the fast food restaurant:

  In the past two years, a group of elderly wandering warblers have come here, specializing in the fast food business for passengers who have just got off the bus.

  In order to save money, some customers will make quick decisions in some small alleys.

   Key point: Getting older!

   From a psychological point of view.

  Howard, a single-parent family who lacked fatherly love since he was a child, experienced a tragic childhood, and only his mother accompanied and encouraged him to grow up, which would make him have a special Oedipus complex in his heart.

   Adulthood.

  Howard may not show this kind of emotion to his mother because of ethics.

   But with this and other known information.

  Dean made a reasonable reasoning about Howard's experience after getting off the bus:

  Howard left his mother for a long time because of going to college.

  This time he took advantage of Deren’s parole hearing, and took a long vacation with the school, planning to add it up with the winter vacation, and go home to spend time with his mother.

  At this moment, in his heart, he must be looking forward to seeing his long-lost mother.

  The result is at this time.

  He passed by a small alley, a 'mature woman' who fit his obsession, dressed coolly, waved to him, and said very gently: "Little handsome guy, come and play."

  Which Oedipus boy can stand this kind of test?

  The small volcano that Howard had accumulated in his heart for a long time erupted completely.

   A lot of hearty.

  Howard satisfactorily took the two collectibles and embarked on the journey home again, while calling his mother.

result

   As for whether Dean's speculation is reliable.

   Just ask the two mature women approached by the black police officer.

   Dean didn't wait long.

  The black police officer led two mature women who looked charming from a distance but were full of inferior cosmetics up close.

   Dean sat in the corner.

  He beckoned to the three of them.

  The eyes of the two women lit up when they saw Dean: "Wow, your companion looks handsome, but I don't know if it tastes good enough."

   "It must not last as long as mine!"

  The black police officer curled his lips and made complaints in a low voice before leading the two women over: "Hello, I'm Alido, and you're Detective Dean?"

"Yes." Dean took out a stack of loose bills and handed it to the black policeman: "Man, sorry for making you wait so long, go and order a hot chicken leg set meal, I need to share with these two Let's talk, ma'am."

   This stack of loose bills adds up to one or two hundred dollars.

  Don't talk about chicken legs.

   Enough for him to eat two younger 'fast food'.

   There was a smile on Xiao Hei's face immediately, and he took the money: "Yes, I will wait for you to finish. Even if you and these two go to the back of the alley for a longer chat, I swear, I will wait for you."

   As soon as the banknotes come out.

   The two women looked at Dean more eagerly, wearing a suit of inferior perfume, and wanted to sit around Dean.

  Dean didn't want to get that pungent scent on his body, so he quickly raised his hand to stop him: "Two beautiful ladies, I'm a little short on time, can you answer some questions for me?"

   As he spoke, he took out another stack of thicker loose notes from his pocket.

  These nightingales naturally have a kind of repulsion to the police officers. Otherwise, the police officers last time would not have really lost any useful information.

  Problems that can be solved with a small amount of money.

  Dean doesn't want to waste time.

   Sure enough, for the two well-informed old nightingales, money was much more useful than Dean's handsome face.

  They nodded cooperatively: "Ask."

   "Have you ever seen this person?" Dean took out Howard's photo and handed it to the two of them.

  The two took a look, their faces changed slightly, and they shook their heads hesitantly: "No."

   "The life of soliciting customers at the station is not easy.

   Otherwise, you wouldn't come out to solicit customers in broad daylight with the disgusted eyes.

   Everyone is a low-level person, I don’t want to embarrass you, so please don’t take me for a fool, what do you think? "

   The two looked at each other.

  The older woman took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, lit it, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice:

"All right.

   This person, four days ago, did patronize one of our sister's businesses.

  He doesn't look very old, but he's a bit of an Oedipus, and when he's exercising, he pays my sisters to call him son.

   This kind of customers is actually not rare.

   But when he left, he took some of my sister's condoms and a bottle of lube as a memento.

  Generally, this kind of people prefer to take our stockings away.

   This will make it easier for them to savor it when they go back.

  He was very special.

  So after several patrolmen took his photo and questioned us, my sister told us about it. "

   Finished speaking.

  She also smiled: "I suspect that little guy, after taking those things away, will definitely be unable to resist taking the last step. After all, women of our age need the help of lubricating oil to enter the state."

   Dean: "."

   "I need to know when and where he left."

  The woman glanced at the money on the table, shrugged: "I need to ask my sister, this money is not enough for the three of us to share."

   "I don't have much patience." Dean threw the last loose money on the table.

  The woman took the money and was quick to do things.

   not long.

   Dean got what he wanted.

  Howard was indeed as he had guessed before, on the way home, he failed the test of these women in their forties and fifties.

  Young people have thin skins.

   Instead of the alleyway deal, he had the women take him back to their rental house.

  Under the desire to accumulate.

  Howard was tired from eight o'clock in the evening until after nine o'clock before he took some spoils and left staggeringly.

   Led by two women.

  Dean and the black police officers came near the rental house of these women.

  Here are some old apartments. Outside the apartments, there are external iron-framed stairs that are worried that they will be disconnected at any time.

   Dean thought about the way Howard would get home.

  He has few friends.

  At this point in time, you can either take a taxi, or temporarily find a hotel for one night, or ask his mother to pick him up.

  According to the inquiry record of Howard's mother after calling the police:

  At that time, Howard only talked about his current location near the station, and talked about his vacation arrangements after returning.

   Did not wait for the two to talk about other things.

  Howard's mother, after hearing a harsh noise on the other end of the phone, could no longer contact her son.

   Substitute Howard's thinking.

  He had just had **** with a woman who smelled of bad perfume for more than an hour, so he must also be contaminated with that smell.

  So it is unlikely that Howard will ask his mother to pick him up.

   He is more likely to plan to find a hotel for the night and return home the next day.

  Follow this guess.

  Dean eventually found some bloodstains that had been covered up by dust on a road to the hotel.

  The bloodstains are located at the corners of the streets and alleys.

   There are still footprints left by passers-by on it, and there is not much information that can be provided.

  But Dean noticed that, close to the alley, a clear footprint was branded on the soft soil of the alley!

  If these bloodstains were really left by Howard.

  Then the assailant should have waited here for a while before giving Howard a slap on the right head after he passed by!

  After seeing off the black police officer.

  Dean called Holz in the forensics department.

  It was past three in the afternoon.

  Holtz rushed over with his two twin assistants, holding the familiar portable DNA testing box.

   "Dean, you actually found the place where Howard was attacked!"

  Holtz's face was full of disbelief.

   After all, there were so many patrol officers in the branch, but they didn't find any clues. As a result, Dean only spent one morning to get all of these done.

  Dean flicked the ash, and under the curious eyes of the twin sisters behind Holz, he said lightly: "After all, I am Dean, well, buddy, let's make sure these bloodstains are not left by Howard."

  Because they already had DNA samples from Howard.

   Waited for ten minutes.

  Holtz raised his head: "It is basically certain that the blood was left by Howard, but after I go back, I need to use a more accurate machine to try again before I can issue a report."

   "That's enough!" Dean waved to Holz.

   "This should be the footprint left by the murderer.

  He was leaning against the corner, waiting for Howard to come to his door.

  Although I don't know why he can accurately know Howard's route.

   But this footprint is a little different from ordinary footprints, like women's wide-soled high-heeled shoes, but the heel width is a bit large. "

Holz leaned over, looked at it, and nodded: "This shoe print is indeed not common, but we have experts in this field in the forensics department. I will extract the footprints and bring them back. I should be able to give you a result tomorrow. "

   "Well, I hope it will be a good result." Dean nodded helplessly.

   Just when he thought he didn't have much to gain today.

  Robert's phone call gave him a surprise.

   After drinking water, I was a little confused.

   There should be another chapter later.

   But my mind is turning slowly, and I am not sure if I can come out before twelve o'clock. If not, I will add two more chapters tomorrow.

  

  

  

  (end of this chapter)