Chapter 108 The Shocking Truth, Have a Big Dinner Tonight!

  Outside the house.

  A man with a stooped back, wearing the kind of leather apron that hangs around his neck that butchers like to wear, and fifteen or six strong middle-aged women stood loosely in two rows.

  Seeing the three of Dean walking out of Mrs. Haas's house.

  The stooped man just wanted to go up to say hello.

   Suddenly.

  Among the three, the strong and strong Robert walked into the room again.

   There was a change in front of him, and he wanted to stop him.

  Dean stood in front of the man, looking at him curiously: "Are you Arthur?"

   The smell of this man is so familiar and nostalgic.

The hunched man raised his head, his brown eyes were like those of a hanged person, and he looked at him: "Yes, Mrs. Haas said, you are from the fire department. Sorry, I know them very well, but I have never seen you. Need to see your credentials."

  He felt the same kind of breath from Dean.

  The way the other party looked at people was the kind of indifference that he couldn't detect but never concealed, just like the kind of indifference that a living person looks like a pile of rotten meat.

   This is the look in the eyes of people who have been in contact with corpses for a long time, and they will show it unintentionally!

   Trouble is coming!

   Arthur took a step back subconsciously, his hands had already touched his dirty leather skirt cover.

  Dean seemed to have not seen his movements, and smiled gently: "We were just transferred from Las Vegas to help with the research, so the results obtained are more accurate.

   Now that you're all here, I'm just in time to show my ID. "

   As he spoke, he put his hand into his bosom.

  Dean is so natural.

  Arthur almost thought that the feeling just now was his own illusion, stretched out his hand under the leather apron, and took it back again.

next moment.

  A black muzzle was aimed at him.

   Arthur stared at Dean in front of him dumbfounded, stretched out his hand from his arms, took out a pistol and aimed it at himself, his lips twitched twice, and remained silent.

**** thing!

   Don't talk about Wude!

   "As long as you move, I will break your hands and feet." Dean smiled and looked at the stunned Arthur, very satisfied with his better and better acting skills.

  The group of strong female helpers, seeing everything in front of them, subconsciously exclaimed, and all backed away.

   The agreed research.

  Why did you draw your gun?

  Harry, who was behind Dean, took the opportunity to take out his police detective card: "Los Angeles police detective, there is a murder case here, please cooperate."

   "FK!"

  Hearing this, Arthur felt no luck anymore, his rickety back straightened instantly, his hands reached into the leather apron that looked like a butcher, and he took out a boning knife.

next moment.

   bang~

Several bullets shot out from Dean's waist in a row, and hit Arthur's hands, feet, limbs and joints at close range and accurately. This seemingly old man was beaten back again and again, limp on the ground like a dead dog. land.

turn out to be.

   Except the right hand aimed at Arthur's gun.

  There was another pistol hanging on Dean's waist, and he didn't even take out the holster. With a slight twist of his left hand, four bullets were fired.

"Wow."

  Harry looked at this scene adoringly: "Dude, when did you learn the American style of continuous shooting, I almost thought you only fired one shot!"

  He knows the goods.

  The technique used by Dean was the American style of continuous shooting that he liked the most during the decisive battle of the revolver masters: through the holster, shoot instantly!

  This method used to require constant flipping of the revolver's magazine to speed up the shooting, so that the revolver's magazine would be emptied instantly before the enemy drew out his gun.

   The only flaw.

   is unless muscle memory is formed.

   Otherwise, before the bullet kills the enemy, it is more likely to hit the sole of the shooter's foot first.

  The automatic pistol used by Dean saves one step. It is faster to shoot, but it is also more dangerous. If you are not careful, it is equivalent to shooting yourself in the waist and thigh.

   is also for this reason.

   There are not many people who still learn this technique.

   Facing Harry's adoring eyes, Dean smiled, and pulled the trigger again under his horrified eyes, the right hand pistol that acted as a shock.

  The blazing ballistic trajectory burned shallow dead skin, and it flew past Harry's cheek.

   As soon as the two female helpers took out their pistols, they were shot through the head by an 11.43mm bullet, and fell to the ground staggeringly.

  The female helper next to her was splattered with blood from the headshot, and she was stunned in shock.

  Harry touched his cheeks that were still burning, then turned his head to look at the female helpers lying on the ground and the pistols beside them, and finally realized what happened.

   "FK, all squat down with your heads covered, don't move!"

  He took out his pistol and roared excitedly at the remaining female helpers.

  If it weren't for Dean's quick response.

  I just had a rattling!

   "Ah~"

  The rest of the frightened female helpers finally came to their senses, embraced each other, screamed in terror, and squatted down tremblingly.

  Boom~

  The wooden door inside the house was also knocked open.

  Robert held guns in both hands, looked outside nervously in a standard quick-sight posture.

  He had just entered when he heard gunshots.

   See Dean and Harry safe and sound.

  He breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death, I thought you were shot."

"No one can shoot me head-on!" Dean blew on the steaming muzzle of his gun, pointed at the group of people and said, "Before the reinforcements arrive, you and Harry, watch out for these people, especially this one who is The little cutie wriggling on the ground, I hope he's still alive when I come out."

   "No problem, do you need to search?"

   "If you want to eat the tofu of those strong women, go ahead. My suggestion is, whoever puts down his hands will be shot dead, and then searched!"

  Dean pushed Robert away and walked into Mrs. Haas's house again.

   Go out - shoot - go in.

   It all happened so fast.

   Less than two or three minutes before and after.

  This kind-hearted old lady was trembling and clearing away the untouched water glasses on the coffee table, as if she hadn't realized what the gunshots were going on outside.

   "Hello, ma'am, we meet again." Dean walked up to the old lady and sat down, holding a pistol that still smelled of gunpowder in his hand, like a person dangling with a toothpick.

   Mrs. Haas looked at the gun in Dean's hand with some fear, subconsciously retreated, but fell on the sofa behind her, and the water glass in her hand fell to the ground, getting wet.

   "Sir, did you just shoot?"

   "Yes, ma'am, your Mr. Arthur, the smell of bones is too obvious, and he still wants to shake hands with me, but I can't hold back!"

   "Did you kill him?" Mrs. Haas's eyes widened, making it impossible to tell whether it was surprise or joy.

   "Why did you kill him?" Dean took out a cigarette and lit it: "You are an old woman, and I don't think you can maintain such a large-scale slaughterhouse. Tell me, who is the person behind you? I am short of credit recently!"

  Before coming to Mrs. Haas.

  Dean only wanted to deal with Mrs. Haas, finish the case of Howard's attack, collect 500 experience points, and upgrade to another level.

   In this way, he can improve his mental attributes.

Never imagined.

  As soon as Dean arrived in this area, he smelled a familiar smell.

   That is the special smell that the bones emit when the bones are crushed into powder and slag, and then fermented: there is a bit of ribs in the stench

  This special taste is mixed in the fragrance of flowers.

  Ordinary people really can't tell the difference.

  At this moment, Dean was just suspicious.

  Because bone meal itself is a good flower fertilizer and can even be used to feed animals, there are powdered raw materials made from animal bones on the market.

  Some people from the farm sometimes make it themselves.

  Bone meal fertilizer is generally off-white and insoluble in water.

   There are two ways to use it.

One is to mix it into the soil after fermenting, which will have a long effect and save worry and effort, and it will not leave large gray and white scabs on the surface of the soil, and there will be no strange bone meal that remains after brewing. taste.

  One is to mix bone meal and water and shake well, and water it on both sides of the flowers and plants.

   Although this method saves worry and effort, it will make the smell of bone meal fermented very strong, and it may burn the rhizomes of flowers and plants, cause the plants to die, and finally leave traces on the soil surface.

  The situation here with Mrs. Haas is a bit weird.

   Dean noticed.

   On the surface of the flowers and plants, there are no gray-white scabs, which means that the bone meal was fermented and then filled under the soil for use.

  But the persistent and strong smell of hairy brew mixed with the fragrance of flowers at the end, though light, could not escape his sensitive nose.

  This situation should not happen.

unless

  There are too many bone meal buried underground!

  There are so many flowers and plants that they can't absorb them all, and the soil can't cover them!

   It is not normal for such a large area of ​​flowers and plants to be greened.

  So when Dean bid farewell to Mrs. Haas, he deliberately asked: Why are the flowers and plants here so lush? Is there any special fertilizer.

  Ms. Haas replied very funny: I am too old, others are responsible, and I don’t know.

This is impossible!

  Not to mention the strange smell after the bone meal is brewed before it is buried in the soil, or the movement of someone burying things around her house, you can't hide it from this old lady who has installed cameras in front of and behind the house.

  The other party is playing dumb!

  At this time, Dean, a dark-hearted person, already had a guess.

  So he told Robert to keep an eye on Mrs. Haas and prepare to take Harry to continue the verification!

   Then Dean meets Arthur!

   Let him be familiar with the smell on the other party.

   That guy, is a scavenger!

   This is not a familiarity in temperament, but a familiarity in smell.

  Scavengers often need to use various methods to clean up traces and dispose of corpses due to their professional relationship.

  The reason for frequent contact with these things.

   No matter how much you wash it, the smell of those special chemicals will remain on your body.

  The longer you do it.

   That taste is like pickling, the more difficult it is to get rid of!

  This is why Dean shot so decisively!

  He has already affirmed that there are unimaginable sins buried underground in this beautiful 'paradise'.

  Dean looked at Mrs. Haas, who was indiscernible in surprise, with burning eyes, waiting for her reaction.

  He had a hunch.

   This is a shocking case.

  I have made a fortune this time, maybe the panel can be upgraded several times in a row!

   Mrs. Haas was a little stunned.

   Until a few minutes later.

  She just raised her head, gracefully rolled up the messy hair on her forehead: "You look very young, with careful observation and decisive actions, and you will definitely have a good future in the future, so I don't recommend you to delve into it. The water is very deep here."

   "My swimming skills are very good, I am not afraid of water!"

"You are very confident, but what about your family?" Mrs. Haas smiled lightly: "Actually, I have hated this kind of crime a long time ago, but for the sake of Deren and Aluski, I can only continue. Tell a story."

   It will take at least half an hour for a large group of people to come here.

   Plenty of time.

  Dean nodded: "Just pass the time."

   In the narrative of Mrs. Haas.

  Dean has seen what is evil under power:

  Because of her birth, Mrs. Haas has experienced all kinds of betrayal since she was a child, and she has seen all kinds of realities in the world, so she finally set her sights on the old man's social security money.

  By social security money.

  She finally became a celebrity at the time, and sponsored many potential figures, and gained a certain social status.

  If you walk a lot at night, you will always meet ghosts.

  Some elderly people found that their social security payments had been reduced, and things were exposed.

   It was about to end.

  An adult helped her suppress the matter.

  The big shot helped Mrs. Haas settle the troubles she encountered, and made her "career" stronger and stronger, without any worries

   People died.

   Regarding the social security fund, no elderly people will find it abnormal.

   Isn't this means that you don't have to worry about the future!

Shortly after.

   Mrs. Haas has a lush garden and green forest, several elderly apartments where residents rotate diligently, and the food is much better. You can often see stewed meat

   "I am very distressed that things will develop to this point." The kind little old lady lit a lady's cigarette:

   "I know that when things come out one day, I'm the best scapegoat, breaking the news and covering up the deeper things.

   But for Deren and the others, I have no choice. "

   Listen to the long story.

   Dean was a little silent.

  He always thought that he had seen the depths of darkness, but he was slapped in the face again and again.

  The darkness that people look down on is far beyond the limit of imagination.

  Ms. Hass nodded her finger and shook off the soot. Her originally rosy face had turned pale: "Cough it out. If you continue to stay here, you will bring hidden dangers to the safety of your family."

  Dean's eyes froze.

  He realized that there was something wrong with the other party's cigarettes!

  The big guy behind this has a lot of experience points.

  How would Dean be willing to give up.

  The point is, Mrs. Haas was right.

  For that kind of inhuman thing, I have already intervened in it, whether the other party doubts or doubts that I know the truth of the matter, it is a trouble.

  That being the case.

  Be the first to strike first, kill it!

  He leaned close to Mrs. Haas's ear and whispered: "Tell that person's name, or I will send your family down to accompany you, I swear!"

   Mrs. Haas: ? ? ?

  Her pale face became even paler.

  Mrs. Haas couldn't believe it. These were the words of a young police detective who fell silent after hearing her story!

  The other party actually threatened me with an old woman who was about to burp!

   Inhuman!

Dean got up and tidied up his clothes: "Tell me, are you sure he won't kill your family to prevent the risk of leakage? Arthur should be the person arranged by the other party, right? Take a step back and think about those under your feet. Uneasy dead soul, don't you want to redeem yourself for your crimes before you die?"

  His words pierced Mrs. Haas's heart like a knife.

  Black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, she collapsed on the sofa, and said a name in an almost inaudible voice.

  Dean's ears moved slightly, and after writing down the name, he left the room without looking back.

next moment.

  In his mind, a message emerged: [Attempted murder at the station solved, experience value +300]

   Mrs. Haas is dead.

  The murderers who participated in the attack on Howard were all wiped out, and the case was solved.

  The case took Dean two days.

running in and out.

   Many brain cells died.

   Finally got 300 experience points.

  It is not worth it.

   But Dean didn't care either.

   This is just an appetizer.

   Dinner is tonight.

  PS:

  These are free words and are not counted in the text.

  In order to avoid everyone calling me hydrology.

  I put the detailed story narrated by Mrs. Hass on the top of the work-related novel catalog-the short notes of Mrs. Hass.

   A total of 2,000 words.

  The title also has the original shape of Mrs. Haas.

  Interested book lovers can search for it.

   Considering that this chapter belongs to the conclusion of a small case.

   It was sent ahead of time.

   At five o'clock in the afternoon, there are still two consecutive chapters.

   As for adding more

   It should be posted at night.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)