Chapter 99 Chapter 98 I often fail to blend in because I am not perverted enough

   "This is the Robbery and Murder Division. Okay, I see, we will rush there immediately."

hang up the phone.

Daisy looked at Dean and Harry of Salted Fish: "Guys, in the inner alley of No. 433 Oren Street, when a homeless man was rummaging through the garbage, he found a dead body. I will notify the forensic department, and you should go gone."

   "Oh~ the happy life of earning a salary is over, I really don't want to move, this game is so fun." Harry stretched his waist and got up reluctantly.

  He recently became obsessed with a character in a fighting game.

  That is a hero character with magical marksmanship-Shaun the Holy Lance, a ruthless man wearing a half mask.

  Although the scumbag pixels can’t see the character’s coldness at all, as long as the character uses the revolver, Harry loves and is obsessed with it.

   "Harry, you look like those crackheads, but you're on psychoactive marijuana."

  Dean complained.

   In order to play games these days, Harry actually rejected phone invitations from at least five girls in a row, which is too abnormal.

Harry shrugged: "Dean, you don't understand, a tragic childhood, it takes a lifetime to heal, I'm just healing my childhood, let's go, I just want to take your muscle car, it attracts women's attention. "

   "It actually attracts men's attention more.", Dean smiled, habitually checked the newly-collared pistol in his hand, took the key and set off.

  Oren Avenue is located near an old people's square.

  Because of the old public facilities in this area, only some elderly people like to stroll around, feed the pigeons by the way, and enjoy a happy old life.

   This point in time.

  America is a country that **** blood, and its national welfare is at the peak.

  Even some homeless people with normal status receive fixed subsidies, and those old people who worked in the early years have a lot of social security, which can make their lives very nourishing.

  Come to the police station.

  A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties was being questioned by the patrolling police.

  Dean took Harry over, and greeted the patrol police of the branch: "Hey, guys, what's the situation?"

"Detective Dean?" The patrolman who made the record put down the pen in his hand and smiled: "I have heard that the Fourth Squadron has a handsome detective with a high rate of solving crimes. It seems that my next month's The bonus is guaranteed."

  Although he is only assisting, as long as the case is solved, he will also share a little credit.

   This is an unspoken rule.

   "Wow." Harry envied in his eyes: "Dean, you have only been here for two months, and everyone in the branch here already knows you."

   "After all, it is gold, it will shine and be liked by others." Dean stepped forward and shook hands with the patrolman: "I am Dean, I am glad you know me, can you tell me what is going on?"

"sure!"

The patrolman pointed to the homeless man in front of him: "When this gentleman was digging through the trash in the afternoon, he saw a pile of rags next to the trash can, so he wanted to pick it up and put it under his body, but when he picked it up, he found a pile of rags under the rags." Corpse."

   After listening to Dean, he looked at the homeless man.

  The other party has a big frame, but is very thin. He looks a little malnourished, and his hands are stirring restlessly, which shows that he is now restrained, with his head bowed and feet curled up, which means that he is a little embarrassed by the policeman's statement about digging through the trash.

   This is a **** with a lot of self-respect.

   There are many kinds of homeless people in America.

  The one in front of me probably had a good life, but later went bankrupt for some reason, and her credit was stained, so she became a homeless person.

  Dean's mental power is as high as 11. Although he is not a genius, he has a good memory in all aspects. After reading the book seriously these days, it can be regarded as some gains.

   It is estimated that it will not be long.

  His micro-expression analysis can also be started.

  It may be that he is worried that he will be regarded as a murderer.

   The homeless man had been stared at for a long time, and he stammered: "After I found out, I asked passers-by to call the police, and I didn't go over the body."

   "That's fine."

  Dean nodded, took out a twenty-dollar bill and stuffed it into the homeless man's hand: "Sir, thank you for the clue. It's cold, let's buy some warm food."

   "Thanks, you're such a nice guy."

"maybe."

   Dean shrugged, asked where to find the homeless man, and led Harry into the alley.

  The people from the forensic department haven't come yet.

  They can only check the situation by themselves first.

  The corpse is at the end of the alley, next to the trash can.

  The nearby area belongs to an old community, and the residents are all elderly people. In fact, very few old people would come to such a remote place to throw garbage.

  The homeless man was probably too hungry, so he came here.

  The corpse was located on the side of the trash can, covered with a pile of rags, which may be the reason why the homeless man tore it up. The rags exposed the corners and were already stained red with blood.

  Harry looked at the blood and guessed: "The blood still looks fresh, Dean, maybe you shouldn't let that homeless man go."

  Dean shook his head: "Before you entered the alley, didn't you smell a faint rancid smell? The color of blood on the cloth looks conspicuous, and it may be due to the humidity here. Pull the cloth and look at the corpse."

  Before he came in, he carefully observed the surroundings.

   There is no trace of blood, no trace of dragging, and no trace of fighting.

  This may just be a dumping ground.

   Two people put on gloves.

  Harry stepped forward very naturally, and tore off the cloth, revealing the corpse underneath.

   In his heart, he has already subconsciously regarded himself as a younger brother.

  The cloth was torn apart, revealing the complete appearance of the corpse underneath.

  The corpse was lying prone, with the left face on the ground and the right face up, resembling a person lying on the bed. The top of the head was slightly sunken near the right ear, and there were dense maggots wriggling on it.

   "FK, I admit, the other party has indeed been dead for a few days." Harry looked at the pile of maggots with some disgust, feeling that he would lose his appetite tonight.

  These maggots seem to be eating happily.

  The corpses became their best nourishment.

   "To be precise, the other party has been dead for seventy-two hours." Dean pointed to the wriggling maggots, and pointed out: "Many times, we can simply judge the death time of the corpse based on the development cycle of the maggots."

   "Tsk, Dean, I feel that many times, you have more information than the people in the forensics department." Harry boasted, and quickly picked up a small notebook to write this down.

  When he followed Old Hunter, the other party would not teach him these dry things.

  Dean smiled and said nothing.

   Members of the forensic department have seen more corpses than he does.

  After simply observing the appearance of the corpse.

  Dean stretched out his hand and started the physical examination.

  The deceased was male, Caucasian, wearing a trendy hip-hop hoodie. He looked only about 20 years old. His limbs were intact and soft to the touch, proving from the side that the other party had been dead for more than 30 hours.

   Dean found trauma only on the top of the head of the body.

   Someone hit him **** the head, resulting in the decedent's death.

Sudden.

  Dean noticed the gap between the maggots wriggling, and some of the maggots below were squeezed up.

  These maggots are red on one side and white and yellow on the other, which looks weird.

Strange!

  After the human body dies, the lower the surrounding temperature, the faster the blood will coagulate and become thicker. It is impossible to dye the maggots red after seventy-two hours of death!

  Could it be.! !

  Because gloves are on.

  Dean quickly opened the dead man's eyelids and looked at the dead man's cornea.

  The deceased's cornea was not found to be turbid, and it still looked clear and bright, and with the influx of light, the pupils expanded and contracted very slightly!

   "FK, Harry, call the emergency number!"

"What?"

   "This person is not dead yet!!"

  Harry glanced at the maggots that fell to the ground, still wriggling happily, and silently took out his phone.

  Although he felt that Dean was too excited last night, and now he was in a trance, so he said such outrageous things.

   But who called him Dean?

   Finish the phone call.

  Harry reported the result: "Dean, the ambulance closest to here will arrive in ten minutes."

   "Hmm." Without raising his head, Dean carefully put the tenacious young man back on the ground and began to **** for him.

  He must find enough clues on the other party before the ambulance arrives, otherwise the rescue process will destroy these things.

  The hip-hop sweater on the youth has two connected large pockets on the abdomen, like a kangaroo pocket, which holds a lot of things.

  Dean took out these things one by one.

"This is...pepper spray? A whistle? A switchblade?.FK, this is lubricating oil and a protective umbrella???" Harry, who was squatting by the side and looking at it, changed his expression: "Dean, be careful, this guy may be a zero. "

   "What is 0?" While speaking, Dean took out a long wallet from the pocket of the young man's trousers, opened it, and found that besides some scattered banknotes, there was also a social security card.

   Great find.

  The social security card, like the driver's license, has its own social security number, which is a necessity of life and is equivalent to the ID card of an American citizen.

  They can identify the injured!

  Dean got up and wanted Harry to investigate the details of the injured based on the information on the social security card.

As a result, Harry made a wretched gesture towards him with a troubled face: the index finger of his left hand and his thumb were connected to form a circle, showing an OK gesture, and then the index finger of his right hand poked in towards the circle, in and out in an extremely wretched way. out

   Seeing Dean dumbfounded, he looked at himself like a pervert.

  Harry picked up the left hand that made the OK gesture with some aggrievedness, and pointed the circle at Dean: "This means that the 0 injured may have AIDS. We must be careful and remind the medical staff later."

at this time.

   Pata.

  Something fell to the ground and made a noise.

  Harry maintained the gesture, turned his head to look, and saw Holz from the forensics department, the toolbox in his hand fell to the ground, covering his mouth with his hands, looking at him in disbelief.

  Behind Holtz, there was a pair of twin blond-haired twin sisters. They looked young, and they were looking at him and Dean with excitement. The curiosity and interest in their eyes made Harry feel a little dizzy.

   "FK!"

  Harry's face darkened even more: "Holts, man, trust me, I'm just telling Dean what 0 is!"

   "Maybe, but you dare to molest Dean, I personally admire you. Harry, when you are killed by Dean, I will personally issue an autopsy report for you!"

   Dean: "."

  Holtz picked up the toolbox, walked over with the two girls behind him, and introduced: "This is Dora and Wei Mi, twin sisters, and my new assistants. I will take them with me for a while."

  Harry looked at the two sisters who were full of youthful vigor, and said enviously, "Bastard, it's a waste of resources for them to follow you!"

  Twin sisters, Hua!

Really want!

  Harry wants to go say hello.

  The two sisters had already approached Dean and introduced themselves enthusiastically to him.

  Holtz sighed: "I knew it would be like this."

  Harry nodded empathetically!

   Dean likes this feeling very much.

  But he didn't understand these two stupid women, why did he ask himself if they were sisters?

  A gentleman hides his treasures in his body and does not easily reveal them to the outside.

   The occasion is inappropriate.

  Dean pushed away the two enthusiastic and weird women, walked up to Holz, briefly explained the situation of the injured, and asked him to record what he found.

  As long as Dean and Harry sign the record, it can also become supporting evidence.

However, Holz was very interested in the wounded. Before the ambulance came, he pointed to the wound on the other's head and said to the twins: "The wounded is very tenacious, but it is these wriggling things that really saved him. Cute guys, they can eat carrion, they can stop bleeding, and some surgeons like to use maggots to debride wounds."

"cute?"

  Harry feels something is wrong with Holz.

  He glanced at the crowd, trying to find someone with the same idea, but saw Dean and the two sisters listening with gusto, so he walked to the side silently, lit a cigarette, and smoked it rather melancholy.

  He often feels that he is not perverted enough to get into the topic of these people.

   Seven or eight minutes later.

  The ambulance was late.

   Holz took the two sisters and drove to the hospital.

  They were going to take all the clothes of the injured back to the forensics department, in case there were any missing clues.

  Dean took Harry and returned to the police station.

  The location of the alley is remote.

   That should not be the scene of the first crime.

  The wounded person was severely injured at the back of the head, and the possibility of being attacked was very high, and the money on his body was not lost, which in turn negated the possibility of the robbers committing the crime randomly.

  Except for psychotic lunatics.

  No one will hurt or even kill at will.

  Generally, there is an opportunity and reason to trigger the action.

   The same is true for perverts.

  As for lunatics who are mentally abnormal, they seldom deliberately move the corpse after killing someone.

   So it was a premeditated attempted murder!

   Then consider the pepper spray, whistle, switchblade on the wounded, these self-protection tools that generally appear on women.

  Dean suspected that the injured had suffered unbearable injuries before, which made him feel so insecure.

  He had a hunch that by checking the social security card on the injured person and checking the social relationship of the injured person, he could easily find out the reason why the injured person was attacked, and even pinpoint the murderer!

   Do you feel that a chapter of 3,000 to 4,000 words is too long, and it will make you uncomfortable?

  

  

  (end of this chapter)