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

the next day.

After the three of Dean got the search warrant, they drove to the warehouse immediately.

The warehouse leased by Marcus is located in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

There are usually some small companies here, which are used to store goods for transit, or to store some goods that are not frequently moved, so few people usually come here.

The warehouse keeper was an old white man.

When the three of them went to look for him, this guy was still asleep, sleeping soundly with a wine bottle in his arms.

Harry knocked on the door a few times.

The old man didn't respond at all.

If it weren't for looking through the glass window, seeing that his chest was still heaving, one would almost think that the old man was a corpse.

"I'm really worried about the customers who choose this warehouse." Harry said helplessly.

"Do you think they will care?" Lawrence pointed to the top of his head: "There are a lot of surveillance here. Even if the warehouse is stolen, the warehouse company also has insurance coverage. This old man is probably a mascot."

Dean took out his mobile phone, checked the time, pushed Harry and Lawrence away, stepped back, and then kicked the door lock.

There was a loud bang.

The wooden gate, even with a lock, was smashed through.

Watching this violent scene, Harry's expression was exaggerated, showing a little excitement: "Wow, Dean, I feel like we are like robbers breaking in now, it's really exciting."

"Then your sense of stimulation is too low-level." Lawrence curled his lips mockingly, stepped on a pile of sawdust, and walked in.

He grabbed the old man who was still sleeping and shook him vigorously.

The poor little old man was probably still dreaming, and he shouted in a daze: "FK, is this an earthquake, oh, my beer"

He opened his eyes drowsily, and was surprised to find that a hideous face was right in front of him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the broken wooden door leaning against the bed, and he woke up immediately.

"NO!", the old man quickly shrank to the corner of the bed, hugging his little quilt tightly: "The key to the warehouse is hanging on the wall, I am just a poor lonely old man, please don't hurt me."

Lawrence: "."

"Don't be nervous, sir. I am Detective Dean from the Robbery and Murder Division. These two are my colleagues. We need to search Warehouse No. 86. Here is a search warrant."

"It's not a robber." The little old man looked at the smiling and kind Dean, and suddenly became courageous: "This is a private domain. You actually broke the wooden door and forced your way in. I want to complain to you, I want compensation, and I want to pay for it." Woo~"

Dean put down the opened jacket, covered the pistol inside again, took out another twenty-dollar dollar knife and threw it over: "Take the money and take us to Warehouse No. 86. If you don't talk nonsense, I promise to send you Go to the prison and step on the sewing machine!"

Only then did the old man realize that the seemingly benign police detective in front of him was just a jerk!

He didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, he dressed in a hurry, and led the three of them to the warehouse area.

The warehouses here are in the shape of a square, divided into four rows, with more than 20 warehouses in each row, four corners, and large warehouses that are obviously larger. There are more than one hundred warehouses in total.

Warehouse No. 86 is just around the corner.

Just go in.

Everyone smelled a faint but very obvious strange smell.

Dean paused.

It's the stench of corpses!

He is too familiar with this smell.

In his previous life, he used to sleep with many corpses in the training base of the organization. Inside the corpses were his companions who trained together, and there were also people who were killed by him.

This is why Dean's mating level is as high as L3.

He may have been pathologically twisted by not having some fun as an anchor and maintaining his very feeble humanity.

With approach.

The faint smell became more and more intense.

Even Lawrence and Harry, whose noses were not as sensitive as Dean's, could smell it.

"Dude, do you store Ollie here?" Harry covered his nose: "It stinks!"

The old man looked embarrassed: "There are a lot of rats living here, so there is often the smell of dead rats, but most of the warehouses here are some mechanical equipment, so it does not affect our business."

"No, it's the smell of human corpses!" Lawrence, who has more experience than Harry, was not surprised but delighted: "I feel that we have gained a lot this time!"

The closer you are to Warehouse 86.

The smell of corpses is stronger.

The old man also realized that something was wrong.

He hurriedly stuffed the key in his hand to Harry beside him: "Anyway, in this row, only warehouse 86 is leased, so go and see for yourself."

After finishing speaking, he quickly ran towards his security room.

"Okay," Harry shrugged, "I think I know why this old man has never discovered the reason for the abnormality here."

He quickened his pace, walked to warehouse No. 86, and opened the door.

Harry didn't notice that Dean and Lawrence had already silently ran more than ten meters away, looking at him with pity from the side.

The door opened.

next moment.

A stench that was more than ten times stronger than before rushed out.

Harry's eyes widened, he rolled his eyes, and plopped on the ground, fainted from the smoke.

"Hahahaha!" Lawrence laughed exaggeratedly: "This bastard has been a policeman for more than five years, and he doesn't even have this common sense!"

"I think he'll be impressed this time."

Dean was all smiles too.

He enjoyed this seemingly excessive friendship.

It's kinky, but really funny.

Under normal temperature and under normal circumstances, a giant phenomenon will appear about three days after a person dies, and a large amount of foul-smelling poisonous gas will accumulate in the body, and finally, after a month, as the flesh rots, it will be released little by little.

Unfortunately, Harry was impacted by the purest corpse odor essence.

Just kidding.

The two hurriedly dragged the fainted Harry to a ventilated place, then called the forensics department, and ventilated the warehouse by the way.

Two hours later.

Holz drove to the warehouse alone with several special masks.

"Holts, are you alone?" Dean looked puzzled.

Holz nodded: "Christmas is approaching, and there have been a lot of homicides recently. Hunter's deputy team called a few more people to the villa to conduct bloodstain simulation analysis, so I was the only one who came here."

"Okay," Dean didn't care. "Holtz, please help wake Harry up. Lawrence and I went in to check first."

"What's up with him?"

"Taken a gas bomb, haha."

Holz immediately reacted, followed by a smirk: "This smell won't be washed off for at least three days. It seems that Harry has no way to pick up girls recently."

Get your gear on.

Dean and Lawrence went into the warehouse.

What I saw was a black Ford sedan, with red mud sticking to the tires, the side window was broken, and there were a lot of dried dark blood stains underneath.

over the car.

A disgusting corpse with deformed form and most of its skin was torn appeared in front of the two of them.

There is one more chapter to be posted tonight.

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