Chapter 23 Suspect

"Dean, are you practicing necromancy?"

Lawrence came to the bedroom door, saw Dean's current appearance, and started teasing.

"Lawrence, Dean is simulating a crime."

"Don't tell me, Old Hunter and the others didn't think of this." Lawrence curled his lips.

Phoebe rolled her eyes at Lawrence, and then explained to Robert standing aside: "Robert, some crime scenes may be outdoors, and the space is very large, so it is difficult for us to search for clues one by one in detail.

Therefore, simulated crimes are often used to determine the areas where the murderer may move and reduce the scope of investigation. Even in some special places, we can infer the physical characteristics of the murderer through simulated crimes."

In fact, Old Hunter and his group had already tried it.

But found nothing.

During the conversation.

Dean suddenly stopped and opened the closet door.

"Guys, come and see, I've discovered something new!"

The three people immediately stopped talking and walked over.

Four people crowded together in this narrow place, which was very crowded.

Dean pointed to the inner panel of the closet door: "Look here."

"Isn't this just an ordinary wardrobe door?"

Robert asked doubtfully.

Lawrence and Phoebe also nodded, not understanding what Dean meant.

Dean patted his forehead and pulled the cabinet door to a position where the three of them had parallel vision.

At this time, the three finally discovered something unusual.

There is an inconspicuous dent mark on the inside of the solid wood wardrobe door.

Dean explained: "The deceased was very large. To move her from the bed and put her into a special position required a lot of space, so I guess the murderer opened the cabinet door, otherwise it would be difficult to use force. This depression is probably

It was caused by the collision of the murderer's elbows."

Lawrence stepped forward and pointed at the dent: "If this is the mark made by the murderer's elbow, wouldn't he be very short?"

Dean nodded: "Yes, that's why I suspected it was left by the murderer. After all, the deceased was over 1.8 meters tall, so it would be difficult for her to leave traces at this location."

Phoebe on the side pushed Lawrence away, used her elbow to check the concave position, and found an unexpected fit: "Oh God, the murderer is actually less than 1.7 meters tall."

"To be precise, it's 1.63 meters." Robert, unable to interrupt, accurately told Phoebe's height.

"Go to hell!"

Phoebe gave her apprentice an elbow directly, and then called Old Hunter.

"What's wrong, Phoebe?"

It's very noisy over there at Old Hunter.

Phoebe quickly told Dean what he had discovered.

"One meter sixty-three? FK, do you still remember the little man who provided us with information?" Old Hunter was on the other end of the phone, cursing.

Phoebe opened her mouth wide.

That person happened to be about the same height as her.

"Now you guys, go find him immediately!"

Hang up the phone.

While greeting the three of them to leave, Phoebe explained to Dean and Lawrence: "When Robert and I were asking about the surrounding residents, a passerby came forward and said that at about eleven o'clock last night, when he returned to his residence, he found a car

The dilapidated van was parked outside the courtyard, and because it smelled bad, he was more impressed."

"Then you are still at the crime scene?"

Lawrence looked at Phoebe strangely.

The Fourth Squadron does not have many manpower.

He and Dean made a mistake and were assigned to review a previous crime scene.

Under normal circumstances, Old Hunter would definitely arrange for Phoebe and the two to find clues about the van.

Phoebe's face showed a little embarrassment, but she didn't explain it.

Robert on the side wanted to say something, but he happened to meet Phoebe's warning eyes and had to close his open mouth again.

Thanks to the case handling process.

Phoebe and the two recorded the little man's identity information, address and phone number.

The other party is also a resident of this community.

Not long after.

The four of them came to the door of a house.

This is a courtyard similar to that of the previous victim. It is located in the south of the community. The lawn at the entrance looks a bit messy, and it seems that it has not been tidied up for some days.

"Phoebe, are you sure this is the correct address?" Lawrence asked.

It looks like no one has lived here for some time.

Phoebe discovered this too.

After looking at the thick layer of dust on the iron door, she immediately said to Robert: "Call the command center and check whether the other party's identity information is true. In addition,"

Phoebe looked at Dean: "Go to the property management of the community and check the information about the residents of this house."

"Hey Phoebe, Dean's my guy!"

Lawrence quit.

"Then you go look for properties with him!"

Phoebe's eyes widened.

Lawrence, a tall, thick-looking man with a sinister face, immediately surrendered and pulled Dean away.

"Are you afraid of Phoebe?"

This was the first time Dean had given up on seeing Lawrence.

"I am an old man who has been in the police force for more than ten years. How could I be afraid of her?" Lawrence glanced to the side unnaturally and denied it.

Dean smiled evilly: "Then you just like her!"

Lawrence became angry: "Shut up, rookie, I just respect her, yes, I just respect my colleagues! How old are you, do you know what liking is?"

Dean pointed at his face, smiled and said nothing.

FK!

Lawrence stopped talking.

I hate pretty boys!

evening.

Everyone in the Fourth Squadron returned to the office to conduct work reports.

Captain Meng En is not here.

Old Hunter, the deputy team leader, sat in the conference room and asked, "Phoebe, how is the situation?"

Phoebe stood up and said seriously: "The person who provided the clue is called Ackerman, but we have checked and found that this is just a fake identity. The identity information and phone number provided by the other party are all fake."

Old Hunter clenched his fist: "This is a good thing, it means that the other party really has a problem. Have you seen his appearance, do you have any impressions?"

Finally there is a breakthrough!

Phoebe nodded: "Robert has a good memory and used the imitation portrait artist to draw the other person's appearance."

After speaking, she distributed seven or eight portraits to everyone.

Dean, who was sitting in the corner, picked up the portrait and looked at it.

The portrait shows a young man with very frail and delicate facial features. In addition to the front view, there is also a side close-up, which is very realistic.

"Send the portrait to the patrol officers. We must find this person as soon as possible. We cannot let him continue to commit crimes!"

Old Hunter's voice was full of fatigue.

"Then do I still have to go to Sam's Supermarket tonight?"

Clerk Daisy raised her hand and asked.

"Go, let Phoebe and Robert protect you. In addition, Lawrence and Dean, you two, take the portrait and go to the branch to check if there are any suspected ex-convicts. Harry, go find your friends. I will ask the captain

I’ll give you funding for informants!”

Old Hunter arranged tasks for everyone.

Everyone will undoubtedly continue to work overtime today.

Looking at the backs of everyone leaving.

Old Hunter sighed.

The serial home invasion, rape and murder cases attracted enthusiastic media attention.

If there continues to be no breakthrough in the case, the Fourth Squadron will be in real trouble.
Chapter completed!