Chapter 45 This Must Be a Misunderstanding

Daisy picked up the phone, asked, and recorded the information on a piece of paper beside her.

moment.

She looked at Dean:

"There is a suspected murder in Villa 76 in Tamida Block.

Dean, the neighborhood patrol officer has passed away now. Now I need you to understand the situation first. If it is really a murder, you can then call Lawrence and the people from the forensics department. "

Although Dean is a rookie who has just joined the fourth squadron.

But in the two previous cases, his outstanding performance made Daisy still trust him.

"Temeda neighborhood, a mid- to high-end community~"

Dean rubbed his waist: "Okay, I'll go there now. Unfortunately, I just came back from a five-hour drive from Las Vegas."

"Get used to it, rookie." Daisy pulled off the mask on her face and picked up a French fries: "The cracking of the serial murder case has made the superiors very satisfied with our squadron. From now on, our Fourth Squadron will be responsible. There will be more and more cases.”

Dean shrugged, "Sounds good."

The more cases, the more experience points you can get.

Leave the detective bureau.

Dean drove alone to No. 76 Themeda.

This place is more upscale than the neighborhood where Dean's mother lives. They are all single-family villas, and most of the residents are elite white-collar workers from some companies, which are considered good for the middle class.

When Dean arrived.

Several strong male nurses had already carried a slovenly-looking man out of the house and were taking him to the ambulance.

"What's going on, guys." Dean stepped forward and took out his police detective card.

A bald patrolman glanced at Dean's detective card, stepped forward and said:

"Detective Dean, this must be a misunderstanding.

A child accidentally kicked a ball into the yard. When he came to pick up the ball, he found a person lying in the living room of the villa through the window with a lot of blood on the ground, so he called the police.

We asked our neighbors.

This man is a helper hired by the head of the household.

The head of the household went on a trip.

The helper has lived here for more than a month and there is no problem with his identity.

This unlucky guy must have been drunk and accidentally hit his head and fainted. "

"Drunk?"

Dean stopped several male nurses, stepped forward to check the man's injuries, and took a gentle sniff. He found that in addition to the strong smell of alcohol, there was also a faint smell of marijuana.

This is an addict.

He must have been high, and under the influence of alcohol, he couldn't control his body shape, so he smashed his head.

"Send this unfortunate guy to the hospital. I hope he won't cry when he wakes up looking at the bill." Dean stepped aside.

There is a proverb in this country: It is better to be a drug lord than to open a hospital.

This is no joke.

Several male nurses laughed and carried the injured man into the car.

The patrol policemen around were also preparing to leave.

A trip in vain.

Dean took out his cell phone and was about to ask where Harry was. Suddenly he glanced at the doghouse in the corner of the yard and stopped the patrolman who was about to leave: "Guys, can you bring me a shovel?"

"FK." The bald patrolman helplessly commanded his companions: "Adi, go and find a shovel. It's probably impossible for us to get off work early today."

"This is a good thing. Here's your chance to make a meritorious service." Dean stretched out his hand towards the bald head: "Let me formally meet you, Senior Constable Hawke. I am Dean from the Fourth Squadron of the Robbery and Murder Division."

Los Angeles police officers (LAPD) are required to wear police uniforms when working.

They wear Los Angeles Police Department badges on their left breasts, name tags on their right breasts, and police rank insignia on their collars.

So Dean directly called Hawke's name and police rank.

Hawke, however, was not very interested in Dean's overtures.

He slapped Dean's face in response: "Man, rather than trusting you to lead us to meritorious deeds, I hope you can buy us a drink afterwards."

Hawke had seen Dean's police badge.

This is just a rookie with the rank of 'Police Officer Three'.

This police rank means that Dean joined the Detective Bureau less than half a year ago.

And he is a senior police officer.

Among the Los Angeles patrol police, senior police officers must have 10 years of service, which is equivalent to the first-level police officer in the Detective Bureau. It is also the highest police rank that most patrol officers can achieve in their lifetime.

Hawke's police rank is two levels higher than Dean.

In front of Dean, he spoke naturally and forcefully.

"It's okay to drink." Dean retracted his palm: "But I guess you will be willing to invite me in the end.

After hearing Dean's words, Hawke became interested: "It depends on your performance, rookie."

While talking.

The patrolman who was previously called by Hawke to get a shovel ran over from the cabin next to the villa: "I didn't find the shovel, but I found an emm spoon from China in the tool house."

Looking at the shovel used for cooking in front of him, Dean fell silent.

God damn spoon comes from China.

He shrugged and took the spatula: "Okay, this thing is fine too."

Dean took a vegetable shovel and led several curious patrol officers to the soil in front of the kennel and started digging.

The turf here looks new, but it is very carelessly laid, exposing the soil underneath.

"Do you suspect there's something hidden underneath?" Hawke looked at Dean's movements with interest.

"Yes, and it should be a corpse."

Dean pointed around the turf and explained:

“Have you seen this piece of soil?

This place is much sunken than the surrounding area, and the color depth of the soil fault is also obviously different.

This shows that there is flesh and blood rotting underneath.

The gas produced by the rotting pushed up the soil under the grass, and after the gas dissipated, this place sank. "

"Are you saying that there is a person buried here?" Hawke and others immediately became alert, and looked at Dean with a little more attention.

People with ability will naturally win respect.

Dean shook his head: "It's not a human, I guess it's a small dog, and it's buried very shallowly, otherwise there won't be such obvious traces. "

As the spatula pulled open the shallow soil.

A white bone with a foul smell appeared from under the soil.

Hawk and others covered their noses, frowned and stepped back.

Dean followed the white bone expressionlessly, clearing the surrounding soil bit by bit, and finally dug the whole dog corpse out of the ground.

The dog corpse was already half-rotten, with only some dark fur sticking to the bones and flesh. As for the internal organs, they had long since rotted into liquid and seeped into the soil below.

After a simple inspection.

Dean stood up and stepped back a few steps, exhaling the breath he had been holding: "This dog was killed by a heavy blow to the head. The time of death has exceeded one month. The specific time needs to be determined by the forensic department. "

The owner of the house has not returned from a "tour", and the time when the helper came here is almost the same as the time when the dog died.

This is interesting.

Dean looked at Hawke and others: "The owner of this house is probably not traveling, but "missing". Guys, arrange someone to watch over the helper, and call the forensic department for me. I need to go into the house to investigate the situation now. "

This time Hawke was very obedient.

After he arranged for several companions to do something, he walked up to Dean with admiration on his face: "Detective Dean, it seems I owe you a lesson, you did a great job."

"Just call me Dean. ", Dean smiled, took out the gloves and foot covers he always had, and walked towards the gate of the villa.

He had never studied traceology, nor did he know much forensic knowledge, but he had handled many corpses.

This can be regarded as a long illness that makes a good doctor.

There are many crimes.

After becoming a good man.

Dean found that he was very suitable for the current identity of a detective.

Good morning, brothers.

This case is quite interesting. If you can guess who the murderer is, I lose.

Ahem, if you know the plot, please keep it secret to maintain the expectation of the plot, please.

Because this case is the prototype of the case found by the dog thief from the outside network, it is more magical than the adapted plot.

By the way, three updates today.

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