North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

Feeling ashamed, Harry said to Oren in a bad tone, "Where were you on the nights of the 3rd, 18th, and 19th?"

"Sorry." Oren pointed to his head: "I don't have a good memory, I don't remember."

"very good!"

"Then trouble you to go back with us, we suspect that you have something to do with multiple murders!" Harry took out a handcuff from his waist and threw it in front of Oren.

Dean stood aside, silently observing and studying.

In the Fourth Squadron, everyone has his own way of handling cases. He needs to learn from each other's strengths and at the same time figure out the scale inside.

School doesn't teach these things.

When Oren saw the handcuffs, he panicked: "Wait, I remember. I fainted on the 3rd and was in the hospital. I was discharged on the 5th. Maria Hospital, yes, that's the name! 18th."

With his clean hands in a panic, he took out a booklet from the playboy next to him, flipped through the pages, and found the record: "On the 18th, I was detained for fighting. On the 19th, I was at home in the living room. There is monitoring, which can prove what I said."

"You recorded all these things?" Harry looked at the booklet.

If he wasn't worried about something sticky stuck on it, he would definitely grab it to read what was written on it.

Oren raised the special glass bottle in his hand: "No, no, no, the booklet only records the record of my selling this thing, but for the sake of insurance, I have recorded the transaction process and route."

"You sell the essence of your descendants?" Harry looked disbelieving.

"Is this strange? A sample on the black market can sell for one or two hundred dollars, and I sell more than a dozen copies every month." Oren said with annoyed face: "Dude, I'm white, if I don't have enough education , The qualifications are too poor, the length is mediocre, go to a special institution, and donate once, you can get one or two thousand dollars, or even more."

And this good thing?

Harry was heartbroken.

His monthly salary is only more than 6,000 dollars after tax, which is not as high as Fergie's income from beating six or seven times.

Dean rolled his eyes: "Harry, don't think about it, those specialized agencies want this thing to sell at a high price to some rich women for breeding, you are not qualified, as for selling it on the Internet, you have a look Now what happened to Oren."

Harry glanced at Oren, who had a disturbed expression, and shrugged.

All right.

In seven or eight years in the morning, Oren might be regarded as a suspect for selling off his descendants and use it to improve performance.

After simple verification.

Dean and the two left the grocery store.

Oren doesn't have crime time.

The murderer ordered the essence of his children and grandchildren online, and then put the money and goods at the agreed location, and the two had not even met each other.

Harry also checked Oren's hospitalization record by phone, and the branch office also had a corresponding detention record, which basically ruled out Oren's suspicion.

Go back to the police station.

The old Hunter group has returned.

But it doesn't look very good.

Dean noticed that Lawrence had also come back, and was sitting in his seat, turning his pen absently, clearly preoccupied with the naked eye.

"Guys, you don't look very good." Harry attracted everyone's attention like a trick.

Old Hunter got up: "Yes, it's really not good, Harry, we need the good news you brought back."

"Sorry, no good news." Harry spread his hands, "Olen has no time to commit the crime, the key is that this guy sold more than a dozen copies of the essence of descendants a month, and the transaction was anonymous, and there were no cameras around, so he didn't even know who the buyer was. .”

"FK, the murderer is playing tricks on us!" Old Hunter sat down angrily.

Daisy brought two cups of coffee to Harry and Dean, and explained at the same time: "The identity of the short man has been determined. The other party is a fraudster, not a murderer."

"Then why did he show up to the victim and give false clues?" Harry asked curiously.

Daisy shook her head: "I don't know. When the deputy team passed by, the other party was already dead, and the body was being placed in the forensics department for autopsy."

"Daisy, the short guy's clue, I remember it was an anonymous call, right?" Dean interjected.

He can be sure that the anonymous call was provided by the real murderer!

First give hope to the police department, and then kill hope.

The murderer has been paying attention to the movements of the police department and enjoying the pleasure of playing with them.

"Yes." Daisy nodded: "But it's a public phone booth located in Queens Street. There is no surveillance around it, and there is a lot of traffic. We have no way to find the person who reported it."

Two consecutive important discoveries were made intentionally by the murderer.

All the clues are broken again.

The only thing we can know now is that the murderer is getting more and more rampant and crazy.

He was even worried that the police detective was too slow to find the clues he left on purpose, so he took the initiative to call and report where the short man was hiding.

This is a very demoralizing thing.

Of course, that doesn't include Dean.

The current situation just verified his conjecture.

The murderer was confident that he would not be exposed, enjoying the pleasure of walking on a sharp knife, and his mentality became more and more perverted. He was no longer satisfied with ordinary murders, and wanted to have a fight with the police department.

But the other party forgot, the more you do, the more mistakes you make.

The murderer has exposed a fatal flaw!

Now, just waiting for the results of the investigation from Laura at the gym.

evening.

Captain Meng En returned to the office with a gloomy face and called everyone for a meeting.

The serial burglary and murder cases have not been resolved for a long time.

The above obviously put a lot of pressure on him.

"Hunter, report the situation!"

Vice-team Hunter got up: "The forensic department found that there was genetic material in the red material of the lower body of the third victim. Harry and his team found out that the genetic material belonged to a person with a criminal record. The murderer bought the other party's sperm through online transactions." , deliberately stayed in the victim's body!"

Munn tugged at his collar a little irritably: "What about the suspect?"

"Dead, we found him at an abandoned construction site through an anonymous reporting call. The other party was a fraudster who appeared in Las Vegas before. I don't know how he got to Los Angeles, but we can be sure that he has nothing to do with the case. "

"When the suspect was found, there were no injuries on his body. The specific cause of death has to wait for the results of the forensics department."

Old Hunter sighed: "I suspect that he was threatened by the murderer before he appeared at the scene of the crime. In addition, the anonymous call may also be made by the murderer. He is playing us!"

"So, no good news?"

Meng En took off his glasses, stood up and scanned the crowd.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the conference room became tense.

Daisy, the clerk at the side, didn't like the atmosphere, twisted her body, and said timidly: "Captain, there was a murder of a wife in a hotel today, and Detective Lawrence and Dean solved the case in less than three hours. .”

bang~

The conference table shook violently!

Meng En withdrew his fist, and the veins on both sides of his forehead twitched: "Is this good news! Can you tell me why this wife murder case is so similar to the previous three cases!"

"tell me!"

"Who the hell leaked these details in front of the media, tell me!"

The first case should be closed today.