Chapter 165 The Disappearance Case (adding updates to the glorious leader of the night))

   "What case?"

   Dean looked at the distressed Harry and asked curiously.

  Harry spread his hands:

   "A case of disappearance.

  Her brother has been missing for two days.

  After understanding the situation, the police officers in the jurisdiction did not take it seriously.

   This is actually normal.

  Dean, you know, most black children are rebellious, smoking, drinking, smoking marijuana, and staying out at night. This is the adolescence of many black children.

  So the patrol police in the jurisdiction did not pay much attention to this matter.

  But that crazy woman kept saying that her brother was murdered. "

   Speaking of which.

  Harry didn't care that this was a ward, he took out a cigarette, threw one to Dean, took two puffs in distress, and then continued:

  "If it's just a disappearance case, for the sake of the child, I'm willing to help, but she took a small note and insisted that it was a murder case, what should I do?

  The key to this case is not yet in our jurisdiction.

  I can't help but intervene! "

   Dean can see it.

  Harry is only behaving like this now because he suddenly has a child and is in a mess.

  When any scumbag knows that he has won the bid, he is probably in the same situation: confused, fearful, at a loss... In short, he is in a mess.

   "Man, you are not concerned with the case at all, but with the children!"

  Dean pierces Harry's disguise.

  Harry stared blankly at Dean, smoking uncontrollably from his nostrils to express his affirmation of Dean's guess.

  Seeing this, Dean grinned: "It seems I'm right."

  L3's mind reading skills are just cool!

  Ordinary small characters, in front of him, if they want to lie, they are courting death.

   "Ahem!"

  Harry came back to his senses and threw away the cigarette butt:

   "Dude, sometimes I really doubt that you have mind reading skills, although I don't want to admit it, but I am really struggling with children.

   I never thought I would have kids until I was 30.

   This is a disaster! "

  Actually, Harry’s reaction is not scumbag, but it shows that he has seriously considered responsibility in his heart.

   This is a rare thing.

  Normal black people take the matter of having children very lightly.

  In the United States, except for some black families with good living conditions, there are too many black children in the lower classes. They don’t know who their father is, or it’s useless to know.

   In addition to some reasons that are inconvenient to say, this is also related to some previous policies of the United States.

  If black women bring up their babies independently, there will be a lot of subsidies from the government of Z, which is much easier than two poor men raising their babies together.

  This has also led to the irresponsible behavior of those black men becoming a matter of course, and even becoming a "tradition" in low-level black families.

   But apart from making Dean laugh, these did not arouse his sympathy at all.

  Harry, a scumbag, should have the consciousness to fall into the pit when he comes out to mess around.

   But as brothers.

  Should be appeased or appeased.

  Dean suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said seriously: "Harry, are you sure that woman just wants to help solve the case, not come to ask you for child support?"

  Harry nodded: "The child is one year old. I took a look at it. She is very cute and well taken care of. I guess she was really just desperate and thought of me last."

   "By what means?"

"Telephone."

   "Dude, don't think about this kid. No one has a one-night stand and knows the phone number of the other party. You are borrowed." Dean's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't hold back his laughter.

  Harry came to his senses and looked at Dean like a goose: "FK, you mean, that woman, who slept with me, wanted to be vaccinated. She actually knows me very well and has been paying attention to me?"

   "Hahaha!" Dean finally couldn't hold back, he laughed and said, "Yes, so don't think too much, tell me about the case, I'm more interested in that."

   As a high-quality male among black men.

  Harry originally wanted to be responsible, but found that he was just a tool, not even qualified to be responsible. For a while, he felt that his self-esteem was hit.

  He took out his mobile phone listlessly, and entered a series of numbers: "You can contact her yourself, I want to be quiet."

  Leave Harry wilting in the ward.

  Dean came to the corridor with his mobile phone and made a call.

   "Harry, are you willing to help me?"

  As soon as the call was connected, a hurried female voice, with obvious anxiety and helplessness, came from the other end of the phone.

   Except for the woman's voice.

  Dean vaguely heard the cry of the child.

  He hurriedly said: "I'm Harry's friend, and I'm also the inspector of the police department. I'm interested in your brother's case. If you want, you can come to Maria Hospital XXX to find me."

   "Inspector?" The woman was taken aback for a moment, and then said pleasantly, "No problem, I'll be right over!"

   Half an hour later.

  A black woman, holding a little girl in her arms, hurried to the ward floor where Dean was.

   A group of nurses thought it was just the wife bringing the child to find the father, and they didn't care.

   But when a little nurse saw a woman carrying a child and went straight to the ward where Dean was, the nurse station exploded!

   "My God, that's not Inspector Dean's kid!"

   A little nurse exclaimed

   "Go and have a look!"

   A group of idle nurses from the nurse station followed with gossip.

   Just arrived at the door.

  They heard the woman who had just entered scold angrily: "Go away, don't touch my child."

   It turned out that Harry saw his daughter's red and swollen eyes, and driven by his blood, he couldn't help but want to tease her, but he was directly disgraced!

   Seeing the woman getting emotional, she was already about to collapse.

  Dean looked at Harry: "Man, let me talk to her. As for the child's matter, when this matter is over, you can all calm down and take care of it."

  Outside the door.

   A group of eavesdropping nurses breathed a sigh of relief.

  For this young, promising, handsome, and bad Inspector Dean, these unmarried and married female nurses are very greedy, and they more or less have some ideas.

   crunch.

  The door of the ward opens.

  Harry came out dejectedly, but just ran into a group of eavesdropping nurses.

   Before he could react.

   "Bah, scumbag!"

  A little nurse gave him a middle finger, turned and left.

  The rest of the nurses followed closely behind, each spitting on a middle finger, which directly confused Harry.

Only a strong and strong black nurse aunt scanned Harry's body before taking out her mobile phone with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Leave them alone, I just like a strong young man like you, how about going to drink after get off work?" ?”

   Harry: "."

  Afraid, but dare not refuse directly!

  In the ward.

  Dean stretched out his hand: "Hi, I'm the person who called you just now, you can call me Dean, or Detective Dean, it doesn't matter."

   "My name is Sarah."

  The woman's emotions were relieved a lot in Dean's soft and rhythmic voice.

  Shala took a deep breath, and took out a brown note from her daughter's pocket: "Detective Dean, I really don't know what to do now, I need someone to help me."

"no problem!"

  Dean pinched the little girl's face and said with a smile, "Tell me briefly about the situation first."

   Salad nodded.

  She suppressed the helplessness in her heart, organized her words, and told Dean in detail what happened from the beginning to the end:

  The evening of the day before yesterday.

  Shala woke up in the middle of the night because of her daughter's distress. After comforting her daughter, she went to the living room to drink water, but found that there was a lot less food in the refrigerator.

  She thought it was a thief in the house, picked up the pistol, and was going to ask her brother to get up and search the house together.

   As a result, he pushed open the door, only to find that his younger brother, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly in the room, had disappeared into the room, and no one knew where he had gone.

   and brother Sarah disappeared, and his schoolbag.

  She wondered if her younger brother ran away from home with food for some reason.

   After all, it was because of my daughter.

  She paid little attention to her younger brother's behavior in the past two years, which caused him to get mixed up with a group of bad boys from the community.

  Because the phone couldn't get through.

  The community at night is very unsafe.

  After Sarah sent a text message, she locked the door and went to sleep with her daughter again.

  As a result, as soon as the younger brother disappeared, there was no more news.

   Two days later.

   Sarah realized something was wrong and called the police.

  As a result, the patrol police in the jurisdiction simply registered the information of Sarah's brother, and said that she would be notified if there was any news.

   As a result, there is no news at all.

  Shara's face was full of anger: "These sons of **** don't care whether my brother is dead or alive. After registering the information, I was at the convenience store and saw them sitting and eating donuts leisurely!"

   "This is indeed disappointing, but Sarah, based on the information you have provided so far, it is really impossible to judge your brother's situation. Why did you tell Harry that he was murdered?"

"because this!"

  Shala handed the note in front of Dean: "This is the note I found on my brother's computer desk. The information on it made me suspect that he was being lured by some perverts!"

  Dean took the note and checked it, and found that it seemed to be part of a topographic map.

   Tear marks.

   There is also a line of very small fonts: Boneyard.

   "This looks like an old map book given away in some storybooks?" Dean had seen something similar on his younger brother Thompson's bookshelf.

  Some storybooks, in order to increase readers’ sense of substitution, will bundle and sell characters, maps, or some gadgets, which can also be regarded as peripheral development.

   Salad nodded:

  "Yes, my younger brother is not very timid, but he likes some fictional hero stories. He usually holds the book "Three Hundred Warriors" and reads it. The note is the map on that book.

  He cherished it very much, and when he left, he took the book with him.

   Probably in a hurry to leave, he clamped a corner of the map under the computer and tore it off. "

  If Dean didn't feel that Sarah was very serious, he would almost think that this woman had a mental problem.

  Because of a map around the book, I concluded that my brother's disappearance was because someone wanted to murder him.

  This is indeed a bit outrageous.

   seems to have guessed Dean's thoughts.

   Salad carefully put aside her daughter who was tired and fell asleep from crying, and then took out a stack of printing paper from her bag:

   "Afterwards, I turned on my brother's computer and saw the communication and chat records.

   There's a **** in there who keeps luring my brother out on adventures, even saying he has a full Spartan costume at home.

  Bolt took the book "Three Hundred Warriors" with him when he disappeared.

  After that, that netizen didn’t contact my brother again..”

   said.

She couldn't help covering her cheeks, and sobbed: "I took these chat records to the police station, hoping they could help investigate this netizen, but those **** still had a perfunctory attitude. I didn't know what to do, and finally couldn't bear it." Got Harry."

  Dean briefly flipped through the chat records inside, his heart sank.

   That netizen does have a problem.

   thought about it.

  He drew two pieces of paper to her: "Sara, your daughter still needs your care, so you need to calm down now. As for your brother's matter, Harry and I will take care of it, understand?"

   Salad wiped away her tears and nodded.

   Anyway.

  She originally felt helpless and confused.

   Now we finally have a bottom.

  At least the man in front of him kept his words close to Harry, which meant that the two had a good relationship, and they shouldn't be perfunctory like those bastards.

   Sending off a woman.

  Dean took those chat records and ICQ numbers, and was about to ask Daisy to look up that person's information for him.

  Harry sneaked into the ward with treacherous eyebrows: "Dean, how are you?"

  Dean glanced at the large red mark on Harry's neck that was 'sucked', and said contemptuously, "Do you mean the salad or the case, Harry's lover?"

  This dead scumbag.

   It was still tangled in the front.

   As a result, when the woman and child came, she turned around and went to find someone to slap her.

   Phew!

   This is no longer a scumbag, but a scumbag!

  Harry noticed Dean's gaze, subconsciously covered his neck with his collar, and said aggrievedly: "Dean, it's not what you think, I was forced!"

  The nurse aunt obviously saw that he was in a bad mood, and said to take him to the smoking room for a rest, but she took him directly to the material room and locked the door

   "I'm not interested in your affairs."

Dean shook the information on his hand: "I had a detailed chat with Sarah just now, and her brother probably has a real problem now, and now I need you to collect his information, and by the way, let Daisy get the information as quickly as possible. , find the information of this netizen!"

  The online world is a very magical place.

   Through a veil.

  You never know whether the person you chat with is a human or a ghost.

  Every year in the United States, many people end up as X slaves in the basement, auction items on the dark web, and sources of materials for organ factories because of seeing netizens

  As for the wretched ones who seduce little girls and boys and do bad things.

  That's not too much.

  Shara's younger brother obviously encountered this situation.

  He was fooled, left home in the middle of the night, and brought a lot of food, indicating that he had relatively complete preparations, but in the end he couldn't make contact with his mobile phone.

   Today is the third day of disappearance.

  Dean suspects that Sarah's younger brother is probably gone now.

  Harry obviously thought of this too, and his face changed slightly: "FK, this stupid woman, she just showed me that broken note before, and she didn't say anything about the chat records at all. I'll go back to the game immediately!"

   Finished speaking.

  Harry left in a hurry.

   As a result, before he could leave the ward, he bumped into Sha La, who was going back and forth.

  She looked pale, grabbed Harry, and said sadly: "Someone took my daughter away"

   Leader plus change: 20-2=20

Good night.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)