The crime scene is located in an abandoned factory.

There are large oil barrels everywhere here, with residual debris, iron sticks, and bone-wearing wings.

Harry is familiar with this environment:

"This kind of factory was abandoned with the relocation of the city Z order in Los Angeles, and later became a gathering place for many children who did not study. They roasted the fire, hang out and ate barbecue here, and were also places where those gangs absorbed new blood.

In fact, you can see these things in any slum."

Dean drove the car, glanced out of the circle, frowned and said, "It looks deserted here, and it is estimated that no one has come to do it for a while."

"I'll figure this out!" Harry nodded.

He knew his position very well: don’t question it, just start with it and lie down.

Outside the factory.

Two police cars were parked, and colleagues from the forensic department were inspecting an abandoned vehicle that was completely dark.

And outside this.

A familiar bald head was comforting a sad middle-aged couple with a miserable face, as if they didn't know how to deal with each other.

The bald head is Hawk.

This guy is very diligent in attendance.

Hearing the sound of cars coming.

Hawke turned his head, as if he saw a savior, and ran over: "Dean, you are finally here. This case is a bit tricky. At least I don't know how to deal with the divine reporter."

Dean opened the car window and handed a cigarette: "What's the specific situation?"

"The reporter was a pair of scholars who played mystery and was also a more famous psychic in Los Angeles.

They reported the case last night that their son was missing and was in danger now, but the patrolman went over and found that his son was living well, so they ignored it.

As a result, they came to the police station again today and provided the factory address.

They know some people.

My colleague had no choice but to follow the address and prepare to do it perfunctorily, but he really found his son's burned vehicle."

"Wow~ This is not a scene that this couple deliberately directed and acted in order to show their abilities, right?" Harry was a little unaware of the charlatan.

Hawke shrugged: "It's not clear at the moment, but it's difficult for them to deal with it. By knowing some people, he kept pressing us, saying that it was because we didn't pay attention yesterday that his son was killed."

This kind of relationship household has always been the object that these lower-level patrolmen are the most annoying and unwilling to contact.

Fortunately, Dean is here.

Hawke knew that Dean was not used to the other party.

This is true.

Dean got out of the car, glanced at the couple's clothes, and chuckled, "Who do they know?"

"Some newspapers and some staff members of the Z office." Hawke curled his lips: "Some rich people like to play tarot cards, psychics and other things, so they let the two charlatans get in touch with each other.

Opportunity.”

Hearing this, Dean shook his head: "Haoke, you are too soft. When such things can put pressure on you at will, it means that you are a little confused about your identity!"

After saying that.

Dean walked to the couple who were insulting the patrolman, pulled away the position of replacement Hawk, and was sprayed with a bitter patrolman: "Sorry, two, this is the scene of the crime. Please keep quiet,

If you have any opinions, you can go to the branch office instead of affecting the status of my colleagues here!”

The patrolman was rescued by Dean, and showed a grateful look at him, retreated aside, leaving the battlefield to Dean and the couple.

There is no target to vent.

The middle-aged woman among them, her eyes covered with dark eyeliner, and her two black and thick lips collided up and down, directly greeting Dean's family:

"FK, which bitch you have come out of your eyes?"

She stretched out her slender fingers and bit on Dean: "If my son really encounters misfortune, I swear to let you bitches raise things and regret coming to this world!"

Hiss ~

Harry, who was following Dean, saw the woman saying such words in front of Dean, covered his eyes and took a breath.

I don’t want to live anymore, I jumped off the building!

It's even clearer to die like this.

What did you mess with Dean?

Hawke also tense his nerves and stared at Dean's hands, for fear that Dean would directly draw the gun, so he killed the reporter in full view of everyone.

Fortunately.

Dean faced the humiliation of a woman, but just wiped the splashed saliva from her face silently, looked at the middle-aged man with a gentle tone, and the same bad expression:

"Man, this bitch was brought out by you, are you sure you let it bark here?"

"What?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, his wife, dressed like a ghost, was as stressed as she screamed, opened her hands and grabbed Dean's face.

The next moment.

A afterimage flashed by.

The woman's jaw hurts, and she feels dizzy and she rises into the air lightly. While her feet are off the ground, her husband's astonishment expression and blue sky and white clouds become her last impression.

Kick the woman away with one kick.

Dean smiled faintly and waved to Hawke: "Catch it up and send it to the most expensive hospital in Los Angeles for medical treatment. Prosecuting her to openly attack the inspector, which hinders the resolution of the case. I suspect there is something wrong with her mental state. I will give her a gift at that time.

If the identification is not passed, it will be sent directly to a mental hospital for treatment.”

"no problem!"

Hawke felt that the discomfort just now disappeared.

Follow Dean to do things.

It's so good to go on horseback!

He immediately ordered the little police officer beside him to call the hospital ambulance.

Looking at these "bandits", after knocking out his wife, he openly talked about the subsequent disposal.

The middle-aged man was so angry that his liver trembled.

We are the reporter, the victim, and the weak!

How dare you!

Are these bastards not afraid that this incident will be exposed and will attract public condemnation?

He was so angry that his whole body trembled.

Dean's eyes were so scared that he was so shocked that he was so excited that he didn't dare to move.

The man dodged Dean's eyes and lowered his head. His voice was no longer as irritable and arrogant as before, and his attitude was no longer as arrogant as before. He said politely: "Sorry, my wife is just too worried about our son, she is not."

What a mental illness.”

"I know she just has no qualities. If she is willing to apologize to me and my colleagues after waking up, perhaps the psychiatrist who is appraising will give appropriate appraisal results."

After saying that, Dean stopped looking at him and walked towards the wreckage of the vehicle.

This is a relatively Volkswagen German car, with a black appearance and traces of gasoline burning, but the appearance remains basically complete and there is no sign of explosion.

besides.

The edges of the vehicle are pitch black and the top fades.

This means that the flames are ignited from the inside of the vehicle at the beginning and finally spread to the entire vehicle.

Dean looked at the tires.

Interesting is here.

Although the four tires of the car have traces of blackening, they are all intact. In addition, the car marks around the car can be seen with inconspicuous black tire marks.

This means that the car has become what it is now before it comes here.

See here.

Dean basically concluded that this is not the first place for the car to abandon, but the place to transfer. Maybe this car can still be driven.

Complete these simple clue collections.

He walked to the forensic department staff who took pictures and asked about their discoveries.

"What did you find out, guys?"

When a female employee saw Dean, her eyes lit up. She pushed away her colleague who was taking pictures and raised the record manual in her hand: "Inspector Dean, you are much more handsome than the rumors."

"Thank you, but I want to know more about what this car has experienced now. As for my appearance," Dean raised his eyebrows at the woman who looks average but has a very sucking figure: "This involves genetic issues.
To be continued...