North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

This case has been solved, but it has not been solved.

Almost all the loot was found.

But the thief disappeared.

Because this case has been handed over to Dean.

Leslie was also very face-saving and didn't give an order directly, but looked at Dean first: "Inspector Dean, what are you going to do next, I will get someone to cooperate with you."

Dean pondered for a moment, and arranged: "I have an idea that needs to be verified. Now let's sort out the items that have not been claimed by the owner, and see if we can find the owner's information."

For some silver plate tableware or special items, the general owner will engrave his name on it as a sense of ceremony.

These habits were born out of the traditions of some nobles in Europe in the early years.

But in modern times.

Some ordinary people, in order to reflect the force, will do the same.

There are many people and the efficiency is fast.

After more than half an hour.

Three sets of silver tableware and a jewelry box were placed in front of Dean.

Puertolia is not quite soy sauced.

Pointing to these things, she introduced:

"The cutlery belonged to three families, who all ordered from one merchant, and the female suicide victim, who belonged to one community.

I have contacted the owner.

They are all in the field now.

As for the jewelry box, it belonged to a lady who is a resident of the next-door community, but she said that she is currently on a business trip in Europe and her husband is at home, but her husband did not say anything about the house being stolen. "

Dean took out a blank piece of paper, sketched a few strokes on it, and then roughly drew the outline of the surrounding community, and then completed the map according to the lines in his mind and based on the households that Podolia added.

Finally, he drew a circle where the jewelry box was.

"According to the report information, the Wayne Brothers actually stopped their theft for some reason six days ago, and the last place they appeared was in the new community where the victim was."

Harry and Podolia had doubts on their faces.

They didn't understand what Dean was saying.

The white-headed Leslie touched his chin: "Dean, you mean, the Wayne brothers are now in the neighborhood where the suicide victims are. For some reason, they got lost there, and then escaped, committing crimes. the latest case?"

Dean nodded and shook his head again: "Yes, I am very sure that they are still in that community, but those who escaped will not continue to commit crimes in such a leisurely manner, I prefer that they be detained, and then detain the Wayne Brothers people, coercing them to lay hands on the newlyweds."

This situation is not uncommon.

There are often unlucky thieves who, after being caught by the owner, suffer a lot of indescribable torture, detention, and even disappear completely in this world.

besides.

The husband of the hostess of the jewelry box also needs to investigate.

The Wayne Brothers have a bad stealing habit.

Once the home has been patronized by them, it is impossible for the homeowner to be unaware.

So Dean had to figure out why the other party chose to hide it from his wife.

There are nearly fifty households currently living in the new community.

The scope of this investigation is not large.

But it will be troublesome.

Because they do not have a suitable reason, applying for an investigation order to the judge is at best knocking on the door for inquiries, which will undoubtedly take a lot of time, and may also scare the snake.

But if you think about it in Dean's way of thinking, it's simple.

Just ask the husband of the female victim who committed suicide if they had any grievances with people in the community after they moved in.

It wasn't long before they moved in.

It should be impressive to residents who have had conflicts.

Four people divided into two.

Dean took Harry, planning to go to the owner of the jewelry box to inquire about the situation first. As for the inquiry about the husband of the suicide victim, it was handed over to Leslie and Podolia.

The community where the jewelry box owner lives belongs to a mid-range community.

The houses here are priced at more than 300,000 US dollars, but they belong to the old community, and many public facilities look a bit dilapidated.

Follow the address.

The two came to the owner's house and knocked on the door.

Dean noticed that the family had installed a camera on the top of the door, but the camera looked very new and seemed to have been installed not long ago.

At the same time, the mailbox box outside was already overflowing with envelopes.

The lawn outside the house is also a bit messy.

Considering that the female homeowner said that her husband was always at home.

This means that the male owner of this family is a little lazy?

Wait a moment.

Footsteps came from inside the house.

"who are you?"

A hoarse voice came from the pager.

Good luck.

The master is at home.

Harry took a step back and took out the police badge from his pocket: "Los Angeles Police Detective, sir, we have something to ask you for, can you open the door?"

The man in the room was silent for a moment before saying, "Wait a moment."

Accompanied by the sound of iron chains hitting the door frame.

The door opened slowly, revealing a somewhat haggard face: "I am Edol, the owner here, what do you want to know?"

His face was gray, his eyes were sunken, and he seemed to have not slept for a long time. He was wrapped in a blanket, and his body smelled strongly of cigarettes and alcohol.

Dean glanced at the other party, did not speak, and allowed Harry to communicate with the other party.

His position in the future will be higher and higher, and it is impossible to handle everything by himself, and he still has to train capable subordinates.

Harry took out the jewelry box: "Excuse me, does this thing look familiar to you?"

See jewelry box.

Edol's complexion changed slightly, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Yes, this is my wife's jewelry box, and her name is engraved on the bottom, but I lost it when I was cleaning, and even panicked for a few days because of it. God, thank you for helping me find it!"

talking.

He's coming to get the jewelry box.

Harry looked at Dean.

He felt the man was lying.

Dean nodded slightly.

Only then did Harry pass the box over with a smile, and joked at the same time: "Man, it's not good for men to be so afraid of women. You look like you haven't slept well for five or six days!"

"Hehe." The owner, Edol, squeezed out an ugly smile, took the box, and closed the door with a bang.

then.

It was the sound of several chains being buckled.

This guy has several locks on the inside of the door.

Harry: "Dean, how do I feel about this guy? He has been severely stimulated recently, causing him to feel very insecure and panicky."

Dean smiled: "Harry, guess why he has such a hoarse voice?"

"Voice?" Harry looked at Dean suspiciously: "Dude, isn't it normal for a man who drinks and smokes to have a hoarse voice, but speaking of which, he's always at home, why did the Wayne Brothers choose him?"

Speaking of which.

Harry seemed to have thought of something, contracted his sphincter, pinched his legs, took a breath, licked his dry lips, and said hesitantly: "Dean, you mean, this guy was also killed by Brother Wayne gone?"

When the other party walked just now, it seemed really awkward.

"Yes." Dean pointed out: "When the Wayne brothers came here to scout, they saw the mess outside, and probably thought there was no one at home, but it turns out...their taste is quite strong."

This is also the reason why the male host will cover up this matter.

Front and rear pincers, Gu Daoxin.

It doesn't sound good after all.

It's a pity that Podolia has already contacted the man's wife, hoping that this unlucky guy can think of a suitable reason to fool his wife.

the other side.

Leslie and Podolia also got two lists from the husband of the suicide victim.

It's all trivial things.

One is because the female victim drove improperly and rear-ended a resident's car, but these insurance companies have already dealt with it, and the resident is no longer in California after Christmas.

This is directly excluded.

One is a resident with a dog.

His large dog startled the female victim, who was kicked by her husband.

According to the husband of the female victim, the owner of the dog was a middle-aged man with a beard and a strong body, and the two had a fight because of it.

The man who kept the dog was undoubtedly suspected.

Leslie immediately told Dean this information.

The four meet.

Leslie said cautiously: "Dean, do you need to call a few guys from the branch office to help?"

If Dean's guess is right.

That means they will face at least three men with unknown firepower.

Dean shook his head: "First make sure the other party is not suspected."

The man who keeps the dog is named Bo Ke, and he lives in the corner of the community.

on the way.

Podolia got the basic information of Boko over the phone: "Boko, white, single, 38 years old this year, once served in the army, became an employee of a circus after retiring from the army, and currently trains dogs for a living. "

"Is this thing very profitable?" Harry asked curiously.

Leslie nodded: "It's very profitable, especially training special breeds."

During the conversation.

The barking of dogs came from the front.

It turned out to be a man playing with four dogs with a frisbee.

Dean and Leslie looked at each other.

Leslie understood, turned his head and talked and laughed with Podolia, pretending to be an acquaintance, and walked past the man with Dean and Dean.

The other party glanced at them casually, didn't care, and started playing with the dogs again.

"Broco?"

At this moment, Dean yelled at the other party.

Sure enough, the man turned his head. After seeing the faces of Dean and Harry, he said doubtfully, "Dude, you look a little strange. If you want me to train a dog, please make an appointment with my studio."

"I'm a police detective in Los Angeles. I want to know something about you. Is it convenient to come to your house and talk?" Dean flashed his police badge.

Brocade behaved normally.

He shrugged: "Of course it's okay, but my family smells a bit strong, I hope you don't mind."

finished.

He whistled.

Four half-meter-high, white, yellow, and black medium-sized dogs ran over with Frisbees in their mouths, surrounded Boko enthusiastically, and followed him towards the residence.

Harry looked at the four dogs enviously: "Wow, it's actually a foxhound. These little cuties run very fast, and the price is not cheap. There are four of these guys."

"Brocco is a dog trainer, not necessarily his own dog."

Dean said something casually and followed.

At present, he has not found anything abnormal in Boko's expression, but if there is any problem, he still needs to take the opportunity to enter his house and check for traces.

Broko's residence is more than ten meters away.

The other party did not lie to the two of them. As soon as they approached, they could smell a strong fishy smell and urine smell. There were seven or eight dog houses outside the house, which were covered with thick soundproof materials, and only some outlines could be seen. .

It is estimated that such a design was made to prevent disturbing the people.

Dean noticed.

Those dog houses were not far away, and there were three or four pillars with very thin iron chains and collars hanging on them, which should be tools for domesticating large dogs.

Arrived in front of the house.

Broko whistled.

The four foxhounds held the frisbees in their mouths, put the frisbees into the open wooden boxes outside the big wooden house one by one in a very humane manner, and then took the initiative to enter their respective dog houses and climb down.

The wooden house is blocked by barbed wire, the gate is locked, and there is only a very short dog hole, which is convenient for dogs to enter and exit.

"Awesome!" Harry's eyes widened, and he looked at Boko in admiration: "Dude, you actually made these dogs as obedient as humans!"

Boko showed a proud smile on his bearded face: "Not to mention dogs, even wolves, I have the confidence to domesticate them so well."

With that said, he opened the door of the house: "Come in, it's a bit messy inside, I hope you don't mind."

In the house, apart from some simple furniture, there are dog food and cans, and there are two small meat grinders in the open restaurant.

This is like a warehouse, more than a home.

I can tell.

Broko really likes dogs. Even the water glasses he served to Dean and Dean have dog-shaped rims, which look very cute.

He put down the water and lay comfortably on the sofa: "Mr. two police detectives, I hope you are looking for me, not because my domesticated dog has injured someone."

Dean shook his head and said with a smile, "No, we just heard that you, Mr. Boko, have a lot of experience in dog training. Today, I passed by here because of a case, so I stopped by to visit."

"The case?" Boko was stunned for a moment before revealing his sudden understanding: "Is it the resident who lives in front of the community? I heard from the residents of the community that a woman seems to have committed suicide."

"Yes, that poor lady suffered some unbearable blows, so she chose to escape from this world."

Dean sighed regretfully, and then took out a business card: "Actually, the reason I'm bothering you today, Mr. Boko, is because my grandfather's farm wants a few sheepdogs of better quality. I don't know if Mr. Boko has No recommendation?"

"Sheepdog?" Boko glanced at the business card and said with a smile: "It's simple, you can choose puppies first, I train them for about three months, and then let them go to the ranch for adaptation, but in terms of price, you need to You negotiate with my studio."

"no problem!"

Dean got up: "Then don't bother."

As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave, but he seemed to remember something, turned around and said, "By the way, Mr. Boko, before leaving, can I visit the wooden house where you temporarily train dogs?"

Boko's face froze slightly, and then he was a little embarrassed: "Yes, it is possible, but you have also noticed that it is now closed. This is because I lost the key to get in. This kind of soundproof room, unlock it."

"I will pick the lock!"

Dean interrupted Boko with a smile: "That kind of lock is very simple, a wire is enough to open it!"

Harry already sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and unconsciously touched his waist.

Boko noticed his movement, his pupils shrunk, and he nodded with a smile: "Okay, I hope you won't block my lock, I'll go get the lubricating oil, just in case."

As he said that, he calmly walked to the side cabinet and reached out to grab a black bottle.

see.

Harry only felt that he was a little sensitive, and the hand touching his waist was put down again.

next moment.

Boko's hand that was grabbing the bottle, slid across the underside of the cabinet, turned around suddenly, and pointed the thing in his hand at the two of Dean.

That's a Rorock 17!

"FK!"

Harry roared, his body flew into the air, and he rushed to the side, trying to overwhelm Dean beside him!

next moment.

A gunshot rang through the house.

The smell of gunpowder diffuses.

Harry's mind went blank.

When he bumped into Dean, he felt that he had bumped into a hard concrete wall, and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. After rolling around, he woke up like a dream. A bullet hole.

"Calm down."

With his right hand, Dean got out of the holster that was still smoking around his waist.

Almost at the same time.

Plop.

Boko's huge body crashed down.

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This chapter was originally yesterday's Gagenha.

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