Shirley Harbour, 20 years old, is a Seattle native. He has just received training and officially started work. Fortunately and coincidentally, he became the new partner of the famous senior police detective who came to his post, Solan Adams.

The senior police officer is responsible for guiding and leading the trainee police officers in the first year and forming a legally stipulated partner group. Almost every civilian in the United States knows these basic common sense. However, Shirley always thought that her guidance officer would only be her father. After all, she works in the same police station and is also an old policeman with thirty years of experience. No matter how you look at it, this should be the best combination.

But now, she has been transferred to Officer Adams.

"I will be responsible for the question later, and you will be responsible for the record."

Walking in the police station full of colleagues, Solan reminded: "Sherley, be very energetic. Not all trainees can encounter such a case the day before. Write the record today, and tomorrow this is your qualifications, do you understand?"

“Yes, yes!”

Shirley followed behind and walked quickly. She was barely enough that Solan was so tall that she lowered her head. Solan was also very big, so she had to walk quickly to keep up with the leader.

There are many interrogation rooms in the police station, and there is one on the floor where the homicide team is located. When Solan arrived at his destination, he saw his direct boss, team leader Johanna Birmingham, already greeted him at the entrance of the building.

"Hey, Johanna, is there anything wrong?"

"I should ask you this, Solan."

Johanna is in her early thirties, with a gentle and intellectual voice, and she sounds quite maternal: "Both bodies have been sent to the forensic doctor's office, just on the second floor of the underground. Don't forget to go after you ask. How likely do you think the Jack Bourbon, who you brought to you, is he the murderer?"

In the homicide group office not far away, more than a dozen colleagues seemed to be busy with their own work, but they were also listening.

"The possibility is very small unless he is another Gotham super criminal." Solan shook his head and said, "The first person to find a corpse, and the scene was the most fiercely crying. You can suspect that this is acting and tricks. But the cause of death of the deceased is cruel, and he is an acquaintance of the deceased. If it were his crime, there would definitely be countless ways to save labor and avoid suspicion."

Johanna nodded and looked at Shirley, who was half a head taller than her: "Your father is trying to deal with the corpse case in Elliot Bay. Maybe there will be some relationship between them. You need to pay attention to the mortar room later. Well... are you okay?"

Shirley coughed awkwardly, slapped her white and tender face twice: "It's okay, look, my face is very good!"

Sure enough, it was much rosy, so it was fine, Solan and Johanna laughed together.

Then the inquiry starts.

Solan said: "Please sit down, don't be nervous, this is not an interrogation."

However, the room was the interrogation room, which was about the size of an ordinary director-level office, but it was empty and only had one table and two chairs. Jack did not show any nervousness, but he was inevitably a little uncomfortable. Solan sat down and looked back and nodded to Shirley standing by the door.

"So Jack, according to your explanation, Benjamin is the old security guard at the industrial museum, and your rotation of night shifts has not been changed for many years, and there is no need to change it. In other words, anyone who understands this situation has the opportunity to kill Benjamin, no doubt, right?"

Jack's sadness was not pretending, Shirley recorded every sentence he explained.

According to him, Benjamin is very popular on weekdays, and because he is an old employee for many years, many residents nearby are familiar with him. It is hard to imagine that someone would make enemies with him. Moreover, five years ago, Benjamin's son died in a car accident, and his wife had divorced him long ago. She is currently living alone.

In other words, there are no direct clues in interpersonal relationships. Ten thousand possible ways to flash through Solan's mind, and all the most imaginative thoughts were eliminated. He asked step by step: "Did you notice something was wrong before you switched shifts with him last night?"

"No... it was eight o'clock after dinner, everything was normal." Jack tried hard to recall: "Our guard room was very small, including coffee, newspapers, magazines, chewing gum, and of course midnight snacks. I didn't think there was any problem at the time. During shift changes, I even talked to him about the Hawks game."

"Paul Allen's Hawks, our Seattle pride, so he has a connection with a lot of football fans?"

Solan raised his finger and Shirley started recording.

Jack's eyes also lit up: "He did participate in a fan club, and I can give you the contact information, there are many fans there...and wait for the police officer, what do you mean is that he may have a conflict with the people there?"

"We don't rule out this possibility and will do visits and investigations, so you also have contact information for those clubs? Are you one of them?"

Solan asked step by step, because it was not interrogation, so the topic was wide open. He kept using a certain topic as the entry point and spread it in the form of a network, covering all aspects of the deceased Benjamin from his career history, to interpersonal networks, to hobbies and living habits.

For a moment, the room was completely shrouded in three sounds, Solan's question, Jack's answer, and Shirley's rustling record.

After a while, the inquiry work was finally over. Security guard Jack was invited out first, and as soon as Solan walked out of the interrogation room, Shirley behind him felt exhausted and softened to the corner of the wall.

"Hey, are you okay?" Solan laughed in silence: "I am not tired of being a verbal person. You are so tired of writing records?"

"Uh...but you asked a lot." Shirley shook her hand with pain: "It's okay to let me type on the keyboard, just start writing a long and long discussion... Well, I'll leave it to you first."

Solan took Shirley's handwriting. It turned out that way. He was surprised to see that the girl had clearly written down every question between herself and Jack. It was a thousand words!

However, although there are many words recorded, Shirley's handwriting is very neat, and the logical structure of the recording is very rigorous, and the long speech is clear at a glance. After a closer look, it seems that the director can use it as the outline of the script and directly re-enact everything just now!

"Awesome Shirley, your brain can be enough to participate in Mensa Club!" Solan was extremely surprised and looked at Shirley in surprise.

Sherry's white and tender face began to turn red again, which was really embarrassing and happy.

"What's wrong? I'm just remembering you..."

The two were standing in front of the interrogation room, with busy desk officers in the background. Answering clue calls, sorting out various documents, and handling any case requires many people to work together. In just one morning, Seattle, which had been quiet for a long time, sent two bodies to the murder team, and the death was more miserable than the other, which was definitely too caught off guard.

Fortunately, the thing Solan is worried about has not happened yet, and no one has called himself a broom star. I guess these police officers who have been idle for a long time are also excited. Of course, it is not good for the murder to happen, but since they are members of the murder group, of course they still hope that they have something to do.

Seeing that the inquiry work was over, Johanna stepped forward to inquire about the results of the work.

"No," Solan smiled bitterly, "No surprise at all. And our dead are basically alone. Unless we can investigate any interesting interpersonal problems, we can only consider it from the perspective of the serial killer's debut."

"Serial Killer...that's indeed your specialty." Johanna also smiled bitterly: "And if the two calls we received this morning were really done by one murderer, at least there is a characteristic that can be mastered - he especially likes to play the trick of abandoning corpses by the lake."

Solan had no doubt that the floating corpse salvaged in Elliot Bay was the one that "Alia was responsible for taking action and she was responsible for throwing the corpse himself" last night. But he didn't expect that before he got up today, he was actually stuck in the morning news. Unfortunately, he has no conditions to watch TV now.

Compared to this real case, Solan is still more concerned about his and Arya's works. He is not worried that anyone can find out the truth. Such a wild thing as zombie cannibals should not be considered by the police, but it is risky to ignore it.

He smiled and said, "It seems that the mortar room is going to be lively today. Who is the person in charge of Elliot's one?"

"There is no exact person responsible, or it has not been taken over by our homicide team. Claude... He is a typical heart-warming, you have to know this." Johanna shook her head and said, "Because it is different from yours, that corpse is really a bit... alternative. The autopsy report has not been released yet, so we can't determine it."

"Is that slow?" Shirley frowned and said, "It is because the evidence was damaged seriously because the abandonment of the corpse in the water, so CSI is unwilling to take over? But if some chemical tests are done, the death time can be obtained, right?"

It's not that simple. But Solan didn't have time to teach Shirley at this time. Looking at the watch, he changed the topic and said: "It's ten o'clock. Shirley, I'll give you a job now. Go to the Industrial Museum and investigate the relationship between each employee and the deceased Benjamin in turn. We can't just rule out the possibility of acquaintances committing crimes. Go, and then we meet at lunch."

After saying that, he set off.

The forensic office is located inside the police station building, and you can just take the elevator to the underground.

Solan didn't care about Benjamin's piece. It was just an ordinary vicious murder case. He had solved many problems over the years, but he only needed to pay special attention to his own one.
Chapter completed!