Chapter 46 This must be a misunderstanding

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

moment.

She looked at Dean:

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

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

Although Dean is a rookie who has just joined the 4th Squadron.

But in the two previous cases, he had performed very well, which 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 slowly, 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 there are, the more experience points you can get.

Leave the detective station.

Dean drove alone to No. 76, Themeda Street.

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 police 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 saw 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 the neighbors around.

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

The head of the household went on a trip with his family.

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 and went forward to check the man's injuries. He took a gentle sniff and 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 away.

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 the Los Angeles Police Department badge on the left chest, name tags on the right chest, 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 saw Dean's police ID.

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's.

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 what Dean said, Hawke became interested: "It depends on your performance, rookie."

During the conversation.

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.

What a spoon 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 is 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?

It is much more sunken than the surrounding areas, and the color depth of the soil faults is also significantly different.

This shows that there is rotten flesh and blood underneath.

The gas produced by the decay pushed up the soil under the turf, and after the gas dissipated, the area sunk down."

"You mean there's someone buried under here?" Hawke and others suddenly became alert and looked at Dean with a little more attention.

People who are capable will naturally win respect.

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

Use the vegetable shovel to pull up the shallow soil.

A white bone, accompanied by a foul smell, emerged from under the soil.

Hawke and others covered their noses, frowned and backed away.

Dean followed the bones with an expressionless face, cleaning up the surrounding soil bit by bit, and finally dug out the entire dog corpse from the ground.

The dog corpse was in a semi-rotted state as a whole, with only some dark black 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 took a few steps back, exhaling the breath he was holding: "This dog was hit hard on the head and killed. The time of death is more than a month. The details need to be determined by people from the forensic department."

The head of the household has not returned from his 'travel', and the helper came here at about the same time as the dog died.

This is interesting.

Dean looked at Hawke and the others: "The owner of this house probably went missing instead of traveling. Guys, please arrange for someone to keep an eye on the helper and call the forensic department for me. I need to enter the house now."

Check the situation."

This time Hawke was very obedient.

After arranging a few companions to do things, he walked up to Dean with admiration on his face: "Detective Dean, it seems I owe you a meal. You performed very well."

"Just call me Dean." Dean smiled, took out his usual gloves, foot covers and other items, and walked towards the door of the villa.

He has never studied trace science and does not know much forensic knowledge, but he has handled many corpses.

This can be regarded as a good doctor after a long illness.

There is more crime.

After becoming a good person.

Dean found that he was very suitable for his current role as a police 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, in order to maintain the anticipation of the plot, please keep it a secret, please.

Because this case is the original case that the dog thief found from the Internet, it is even more magical than the adapted plot.

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