Chapter 47 This is the slaughterhouse! (Seek to follow up)

   Entered the villa.

  Dean immediately noticed the anomaly.

  Inside the villa, although it is not empty, but there is not a single piece of valuable furniture and appliances. This is obviously abnormal in a single-family villa worth more than two million dollars!

   Walk through the living room.

   Dean comes to where the helper fell.

  Here is a bar counter.

  There are still fresh bloodstains on a corner of the bar counter.

  The helper was supposed to be in this position at the time. He didn't stabilize his body, and then hit his head on a corner of the bar counter, which caused him to be injured and passed out.

  Dean squatted down and looked carefully.

   On the side of the bar near the ground, there are bloodstains splashed upwards. The bloodstains are red and fresh, and should be thrown by the helper when he fell, which is a normal trace.

Sudden.

  Dean's vision was fixed at a corner farther away from the bar.

   There are also a few inconspicuous drops of blood in there.

  The shape of the blood drop is downward like a water drop, and it is black and red solidified.

   This trace, some time has passed.

   Definitely not left by the helper!

   Combining the previous findings.

  At this moment, Dean already had a premonition in his heart.

  This is another homicide!

   However, there is a single trace, which may be left by the owner's family before. It is not yet certain that a murder occurred here.

  Dean got up and looked around carefully.

soon.

  He found similar coagulated blood stains on the fireplace and walls in the living room, and even on the ceiling, there were blood spots thrown up, covering a wide area, covering most of the villa!

   This is no longer an accidental injury, it can be explained clearly!

  Dean concluded that there must have been a brutal fight here, which led to the bloodstains being so widely distributed!

   "Looks like there's more work to do!"

  Dean took out his cell phone and called Lawrence.

   "Dean, are you back?" Lawrence's surroundings sounded a little noisy, and there were shouts, which seemed to be in a store.

   "Yes, I'm back." Dean didn't explain too much: "If it's convenient, you can come to villa No. 76 in the Temida block. There should be a murder here."

   "Okay, I'll talk to Harry."

hang up the phone.

  Dean wandered around the living room.

  The environment here looks a bit messy.

  When the helper lived here, he obviously didn't do a good job of cleaning.

  In some open areas, the imprints left by the dust can be clearly seen. Not long ago, furniture, home appliances and other objects were placed here.

  When he got to the window, Dean stopped.

  The traces of the two pieces of glass in the middle, compared with the surrounding glass, look much cleaner.

   Combined with the sanitary conditions in the house.

  Dean guessed that the two pieces of glass were not cleaner because they were wiped, but were replaced recently.

  The window faces the part of the depression inside the house, and some very fine glass shards can also be seen, which indicates that the glass was broken from the outside.

  Keeping these in mind, Dean is going to go upstairs to have a look.

at this time.

  The bald patrolman Hawk came to the door, with a little gloat on his face: "Dean, the people from the forensics department are here, but they look very unhappy, haha."

  Because a dead dog was found, people from the forensic department were called over, and everyone would be angry.

  Dean didn't care, and walked out of the house.

   Not many people came to the forensic department, only three men and one woman, one of whom he still knew was Bill's assistant Holz.

   It seems that he has started to go out to work.

  Dean wanted to say hello to Holz.

The middle-aged man in front of Holz stopped in front of him first, with a bad tone: "Dude, don't tell me, you called us here just because a dead dog was found in the yard! You Do you regard us as your subordinates?"

   "Calm down!", but Holz recognized Dean, his face turned pale with fright, and quickly stopped his companion: "This is Dean!"

   "Dean!" x3.

   Unanimous exclamation came from the mouths of Holz's three companions.

The middle-aged man who stopped in front of Dean was even more frightened, his face turned pale, and he couldn't speak fluently: "Sorry, Detective Dean, I was a bit extreme in my words just now, I... I mean, you need us Do what you tell!"

  Dean was stunned by the reactions of these people.

  But it is a good thing that the tool man can cooperate with him.

He nodded and smiled kindly: "I just conducted a preliminary survey in the house and found that there are many bloodstains that have not been cleaned up here, so I want you to conduct further inspections. It would be even better if you can determine the time and distribution range. "

   "No problem, no problem!"

  The four returned to the car obediently, took out various instruments, and walked into the hall of the villa.

  Hoke on the side looked at Dean suspiciously: "I have never seen this group of people so polite and obedient, buddy, did you use witchcraft?"

   "They may respect me as a person. After all, I am a famous five-star good citizen of Los Angeles." When Dean spoke, he subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist.

   Every 11.43mm bullet here is a strong guarantee of his good conduct!

   "Human?" Hawke's eyes became more suspicious: "Sorry, I feel like I might need to check my nose, because I only smell bad guys from you."

   "Get out!" Dean gave Hawk a middle finger: "Hawk, can you help me get the information of the whole family of the owner of Villa No. 76? It would be even better if I could know how they are related to each other."

   "No problem, I'm looking forward to the credit you can give us." Hawke readily picked up the CALL machine, ready to call two colleagues for help.

  It feels good to assign someone.

Dean walked into the room and found a group of Holtz, who were pouring some powder into a plastic bucket. The outside of the plastic bucket was also equipped with straps, sprinklers, and hydraulic rods. It looked like a crude machine. pesticide sprayer.

   "Holtz, are you going to sprinkle pesticides?" Dean leaned over, ready to learn.

  Holtz was taken aback by Dean who suddenly appeared behind him, and stammered a little: "Dean, this is the Rumiro reagent."

   "It turns out that this is the Lumirol reagent."

   Dean became even more curious.

   This thing.

  He has heard of it, but this is the first time he has seen the real thing.

  Bloodstains are actually traces that are difficult to completely remove.

  This is because flushing and wiping seem to remove the traces of blood, but the red blood cells that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye still remain in place.

  Using special reagents, occult blood reactions can occur with those red blood cells that are difficult to see with the naked eye, forming new bloodstains.

  Lumirol reagent is this reagent.

   When this thing is sprayed on the bloodstain, it will emit a faint blue light in a dark environment.

  In many crime-solving dramas, there will be this scene to show professionalism.

   Debugging is complete.

  Holtz put on the special protective clothing, picked up the prepared medicine bucket, and began to spray all over the villa.

   This thing is slightly corrosive.

  The rest had no choice but to close the curtain and go out to wait.

   A moment.

  Holtz's exclamation came from inside the house: "FK, this is the slaughterhouse!"

   After the dog thief finished his meal, there was another chapter.

   It was about half past nine to ten.

   Thank you Mr. Jiuyou for your reward, thank you.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)