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Warm overnight.

The next day, Dean drove the pink Porsche lent to him by Laura and came to the detective station with the photo frame he forgot to take out yesterday.

Get off the bus.

Just met Phoebe and Robert.

"Wow." Phoebe rushed over like a little girl and touched the pink sports car in front of her enviously: "Dean, you actually have a girlish heart. Maybe we can become good sisters."

Dean: "."

Robert also looked at Dean strangely.

"My car was hit by Lawrence. This is my friend's car!" Dean explained with a dark face.

"Okay." Phoebe reluctantly took her hand and said seriously: "By the way, Harry kept talking about you yesterday."

"How is the investigation of his friend's case going?"

"We have some clues. After investigation, the suspect finally disappeared in the territory of the Dagger Gang. Harry went to negotiate with their people yesterday."

Dagger gang?

Dean had a phone call with Anthony yesterday.

Because of the Lucifer Games organization, Anthony is now leading people to secretly investigate the Dagger Gang, but the progress does not seem to be going very smoothly.

Farewell Phoebe and the two.

Dean brought the photo frame to the forensics department.

Holtz had arrived long ago.

When he saw Dean, he quickly put down the hot dog in his hand and took out a document report from the table nearby:

"Dean, this is a blood analysis.

After identification, the blood found in Villa No. 76 was determined to be human blood, and most of it belonged to the same person.

With such a large amount of bleeding, a person would definitely not survive.

Now you can confirm that a murder occurred there, and you can use this to create a file."

"Thank you." Dean took the file and took out the photo frame: "This is a new clue I found after you left."

"A picture frame?"

"Yes, but behind the photo, there is a line of blood."

Holtz accepted the frame.

Dean came to the 4th Squadron office with the report issued by the forensics department.

In fact, the case in Villa No. 76 is a bit embarrassing.

Because the cause of the case was a suspected death of a child, which was later confirmed to be just a misunderstanding.

In terms of process.

This call to the police is now over.

As for the Sheen family, who never saw their bodies alive or dead.

If the people don't take action, the officials won't investigate.

If no one takes the initiative to call the police.

Even in the police detective bureau, it is often better to do less than to do more.

Now we have this report from the forensics department.

Only then can Dean openly use his official status to conduct investigations and allocate certain resources to truly pursue this disappearance case.

Come to the office.

Dean just sat down.

Lawrence walked over with an unkind expression: "Dean, I remember you promised me that you would let Laura introduce me to my girlfriend!"

"Of course!" Dean took out a stack of photos from his pocket: "Lawrence, you are my good friend! Good brother! Good master! How could I forget this! These are beautiful single ladies, you see

Whichever one you choose, I’ll help you arrange a date!”

He certainly hasn't forgotten this.

Lawrence is ugly, but strong, and has the blessing of being a former professional wrestler who is now a murder detective.

So there were many hungry rich women in Laura's place who were in their forties or fifties and were very interested in Lawrence.

If the pimping is successful.

Dean can get paid a lot of money.

Of course, he's not doing it for money!

Dean swears!

He simply wants his good brothers to find their own happiness!

Lawrence has a simple character.

Although the rich women are older, they all take good care of themselves, and their photos are beautified to a certain extent.

He looked at the seductive photos of these big-ass old ladies in his hands, barely leaving any traces of them, and was very moved in his heart: "Dean, except for my mother, no one has ever been so kind to me!"

Without raising his head, Dean flipped through the report in his hand: "On the back of the photo, there is their contact information. You can try to date these beautiful, mature women. Come on, Lawrence! As a brother, I hope you

Get out of singles as soon as possible!"

"I won't let you down, Dean!" Lawrence walked away with a moved face.

After reading the report.

Dean rubbed his forehead.

After blood test.

The blood stains found in Villa No. 76 belonged to three different people.

Two men and one woman.

Most of the blood stains belonged to that woman.

She is the only deceased person who can be identified so far.

But the forensics department collected the remaining hair from the Sheehan family in the villa and found that no one could match the woman's DNA.

This female deceased may be Sheen's wife, or she may be an unknown person outside the Sheen family.

Two other men.

One is the helper Marcus who is still lying in the hospital and has not yet woken up.

The DNA of another person matched other genetic material found in the villa. It can be basically concluded that the owner of the blood is either Sheen or Sheen's son Bert.

Combine previous clues.

Dean had several guesses about this still somewhat vague case.

Now he needs more evidence to prove his conjecture.

At this moment, a big black face suddenly appeared in front of Dean: "Oh~ Thank God, Dean, I finally see you!"

Dean quickly stepped back: "Harry, you look a little tired. How is the case?"

"Yes, I stayed up all night last night." Harry was full of frustration: "The good news is that I got the photos of those two bastards, the bad news is that they went to sea through the channels of the Dagger Gang,

Maybe we can arrive in Mexico tonight."

Dean heard this and breathed a sigh of relief.

Those two people may attract unknown forces that destroy the Turing Gang.

Now they're out of Los Angeles, which is a good thing.

"That's right." Harry suddenly lowered his voice:

“Dean, where was your last photo taken?

When I came back today, the buddy who helped me find someone suddenly warned me that the top brass of the Turing Gang in Las Vegas were hacked to death during a negotiation, and their bodies were burned to charcoal.

"

"I went to attend a friend's funeral and saw a corpse on the way. I was curious and took a photo to ask you."

"You couldn't have witnessed that attack!"

"It was such a coincidence." Dean said helplessly: "And those people were not burned to coke, but were directly bombarded to ashes by missiles.

Harry, the water here is too deep. If you don’t want to cause trouble, I suggest you give up tracking those two people!”

"Okay!" Harry shrank his head: "I have tried my best and am worthy of the word friend."
To be continued...