Chapter 180 Ogre Devil

  Because of the sub-bureau, someone may know the two of them.

  Eve pushed Dean away and retreated to the box: "Dean, I'll ask my girlfriend to pick me up."

   "Okay, call me if you need anything."

  Dean nodded perfunctorily and left alone.

   went downstairs.

  Dean met his old acquaintance Hawke.

  He was instructing his younger brother to cordon up several trash cans, and many residents walking around were watching from a distance.

  Listen to them discussing in whispers.

   It seems that when a homeless man rummaged through these trash cans, he found a severed hand.

   "A broken hand?"

   Dean's heart moved, thinking of the two FBI agents he met before.

   They seem to be tracking a man-eating maniac, and they came to Los Angeles.

  Dean still has the business card of the senior Merck agent in his hand.

   If this man-eating maniac really did it, then the efficiency of the other party is really good, and he committed the crime so quickly.

   thought about it.

  Dean walked towards Bald Hawk.

  Hawk was on the phone, calling the on-duty staff of the forensic department, and he was surprised to see Dean.

   After briefly explaining the situation.

  Hoke hung up the phone and said in surprise, "Dean, are you nearby?"

   "I heard that the Huaguo cuisine here is good, so I came over to have a taste after get off work. I seem to have heard a passer-by say that a severed hand was found here?"

"Yes!"

Hawke led Dean to a trash can, pointed to something wrapped in a plastic bag, and said, "The severed hand is in here. The man who found it was a homeless man. That guy was terrified. I asked the guy to take him to eat." Something went."

  Dean took out a pair of disposable gloves from his pocket, put them on, knelt down and searched.

  The plastic bag was black, opaque, with clean edges and no blood stains.

  Open it and take a look.

  A black and purple palm appeared in front of the two of them.

  This phenomenon is due to the fact that after the death of the human body, the blood coagulates, and finally reacts in the form of congestion after the body surface is exposed.

  This shows that the owner of this palm had died for more than 24 hours before being dismembered.

  The palm is roughly from the wrist joint, rough and thick, it should be the palm of a man, the fracture is uneven, the blood is black and red, the edges are uneven, and there are traces of unknown creatures biting.

besides.

  On the thumb of the palm, only bones remained, and all the flesh and blood on it disappeared, and there was not even a trace of blood, but there were some symmetrical gray marks.

  Dean touched his teeth and found that they fit the marks caused by the mark.

  These gray marks are most likely tooth marks.

  If this is really the work of cannibals.

  Then the other party must have grabbed the palm and sucked it with relish, just like a gluttonous child eating chicken feet.

  The key is that the imprint is very regular.

  This shows that when the opponent bit his finger, there was no interruption of his actions caused by nausea.

   And under normal circumstances.

  When people face meat of the same kind, they will have both physical and psychological reactions.

   Manifested in behavior, it is vomiting.

  Only those who are used to it can eat real food and eat the skin and flesh on the whole thumb without any discomfort.

confirmed.

   This is a case of cannibalism!

   "Why is there more trouble in Los Angeles the closer it is to the time when Saul Aston takes over?"

   Dean murmured in his heart.

  First, Salad almost triggered black demonstrations.

   Now, the perverted ogre who came from another state was surprised.

  Although this thing is not very lethal, its ability to cause panic is not weak at all.

   For this metamorphosis.

  People have an instinctive fear.

   And fear, it will be passed from person to person.

   Finally, strong social pressure was set off and it was given to the police.

   But this palm appeared in the jurisdiction of the Fourth Squadron.

   Really spoiled the dog!

  Seeing that the expression on Dean's face was not very good-looking.

  Hawk realized something was wrong: "Dean, this case is troublesome?"

   "Cannibalism, what do you think?"

   Dean asked back.

  Hawk's pupils shrank, realizing the seriousness of the matter, and scolded: "FK, you don't eat so many cheap fried chickens, you choose to eat people, how could such a pervert appear in Lao Tzu's inspection area!"

   "Don't be nervous." Dean took out the FBI agent's business card:

   "This time there is a scapegoat. This murderer fled to Los Angeles to avoid being chased by the FBI. You first contact your boss to explain the situation. I will contact the FBI. We are not in a hurry to intervene in this matter."

   It is definitely not easy for a pervert to escape the FBI across the state.

  Dean can't solve every case.

   The ability of this thing is important, and luck is even more important.

   Anyway, just get involved.

  He can gain experience points.

  Dean's first reaction was to find the blame man first.

  Hawk knows the truth of listening to people's advice and eating enough.

  He immediately contacted his boss.

  Dean also called the owner of the business card, a senior agent of Merck.

   Twenty minutes later.

  The duty officer of the forensic department has not come yet.

  Merke and his young companion rushed over first.

   "Inspector Dean, we meet again." Merck shook hands with Dean politely, and then asked, "What's the situation here?"

   "Someone found a severed hand.

   After I checked, I found that there were traces of human bites on the severed hand.

  According to the analysis of the wound, the owner of this palm should have died before the palm was detached, which caused the palm to appear black and purple in color. "

   After speaking, Dean took them to inspect the severed hand.

   Simple survey.

  The young detective was a little puzzled: "Merke, this doesn't seem to be in line with the devil's habit of eating people. Will there be any followers of him?"

  Middle-aged detective Merck nodded first, then shook his head:

   "It should be him.

  Elegance is carried out when there are conditions. You should know that because we are pressing every step of the way, he has not eaten for nearly half a month, so if he eats poorly, it cannot be said that it is not the hands of the devil. "

   "The demon you are talking about is the ogre you are following?" Dean interjected.

  Merck did not speak.

  The young detective who was slapped by Lawrence last time, took the opportunity to show his dissatisfaction and said: "This is a case in charge of our FBI. You are not qualified to know this, understand, Mr. Detective?"

   Being humiliated last time deeply hurt the young man's heart.

  There are so many patrolmen present this time.

  He didn't believe that Dean dared to do anything to them.

  How do you know.

  Dean took a step back with a smile, and said to Hawke and other patrolmen, "Guys, did you all hear that?"

  Hawk also grinned: "Of course I heard it. This is a case in charge of the FBI. We are not qualified to intervene, but in order to maintain the stability of Los Angeles, we are still willing to provide some help within our capacity."

  The young detective's face froze.

   Damn, I was fooled!

  Merck also turned black.

He glared at his companion and apologized to Dean: "Sorry, my guy has just joined the industry and can't speak. Detective Dean, please don't be angry. Anyway, this case also happened in Los Angeles. We definitely need With your assistance, it is possible to catch the demon."

   "Help is of course no problem."

  Dean knelt down and pointed at Halfhand: "Although I don't know what the devil you are talking about is the crime habit, but this Halfhand left a lot of information."

  “First, the bone in the broken palm is smooth.

   This shows that the murderer used a sharp tool.

  He followed the wrist joint and cut off the severed palm in one go.

  The flesh on the edge of the severed palm has bite marks, which is likely to be the murderer's eating habits, just like we habitually **** our fingers after eating food with good gravy. "

   "Second, the most flesh and blood in the palm is located at the tiger's mouth, and the flesh in this position is undoubtedly more resilient.

  The murderer only dealt with the flesh and blood of the victim's thumb, which shows that the other party has a strict order in eating habits. This habit usually appears in people with good family education. "

   "Third, the flesh and blood on the thumb has been eaten clean, and there is no trace of meat left.

   This kind of situation is actually more common in those who have suffered from hunger since childhood, and it is a psychological obsessive-compulsive disorder developed since childhood.

   Otherwise, if there is no cooked flesh and blood, no matter how perverted it is, it will be difficult to eat it to this extent. "

  The three simple pieces of information have been analyzed.

  Dean looked at the stunned Merck, and said lightly: "Agent Merck, I wonder if the devil you speak of fits my analysis, and belongs to the kind of elegant and paranoid dining habits?"

  Merck nodded hesitantly:

"Yes, in fact, we only know his code name. This guy only shows up in front of his believers. He has long hair to cover up and a bushy beard. We have never had him arrested."

The young detective looked at Dean suspiciously, and said unconvinced: "Stop pretending here, it's just a severed hand, can you analyze so much information? It won't be after the last time you met us. , so I inquired about the information of the devil, this time I directly set it up, right?"

  See it.

  Merck was silent.

   Obviously, he also had such doubts in his heart.

  Because of Dean's analytical ability, he has only seen it from some experts in the headquarters. Even though Dean became a detective at a young age, he still doubts Dean's ability.

  Dean glanced at the young detective and smiled dismissively: "Do I need to explain to a small character like you?"

"you"

   There was a crisp sound.

Dean shook his hands, looked at the little character who was knocked to the ground, smiled and said to Merk: "I'm sorry, I'm not a very high-quality person, and seeing this kind of eye-catching guy as annoying as a fly, I just I can't help but want to shoot to death!"

  Merke looked at Dean expressionlessly: "But he is from the FBI, you are too much!"

   "But you forgot, this is our territory!"

Dean's face also darkened: "We are not your subordinates, we kindly assist you, just because of a sense of responsibility, but your idiot companion has been buzzing in front of me like a fly. I didn't slap him to death because he was wearing FBI clothes. skin!"

   These words not only made Hawke's heart surge.

  The patrolmen around looked at Dean with admiration.

   Having said that.

  But ordinary police officers and detectives really wouldn’t beat up an FBI agent like this in public. After all, the beating was not the agent himself, but the face and authority of the FBI.

  Seeing that the atmosphere is anxious.

  Dean changed the subject:

  " But Merck, you are right. Your companion is still young and can't speak. That slap is regarded as my selfless help for his growth. I forgive him.

   Now for the case.

  I have to go to the new mayor's banquet in two days, so I don't have much time to assist you. "

  Hear the new mayor banquet.

Merck's pupils shrank, and a chrysanthemum smile unfolded on his expressionless face: "Inspector Dean, you are right, in order to prevent innocent citizens from being killed in the future, let's find a place to sit and talk about what we have in hand." Devil's message."

  The truth of what Dean said can be verified afterwards.

   Now admitting to being cowardly, the most I can do is to laugh a little bit.

   But if true.

  In the territory of Los Angeles, they are the ones who suffer in the end.

  Merck is not his own little young companion.

  The rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing.

   There is no need to suffer from boredom or even lose your life because of a momentary dispute.

   Seeing that he was sensible, Dean nodded with a smile.

  The two left talking and laughing, leaving behind the young detective who was still sitting on the ground, staring dumbfoundedly at Merck who had left him, and still hadn't figured out what happened.

   Tonight is the New Year's Eve.

   I hope that the brothers will return to the New Year's Eve, and don't step on others.

   Otherwise, the dog thief will be jealous of T.T

   Thanks to the book friends of "Red Blood Cell 2002" for their rewards, thank you boss!

   The three chapters are all in case, the update is complete.

   There is another chapter, which is estimated to come out after twelve o'clock, and you can read it tomorrow.

Good night.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)