The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 107
Jack walked into the room where the Asian kid escaped. There was no electricity supply in the abandoned factory building, and even in the daytime, it was dark inside.

Under the illumination of the tactical flashlight hanging under the Glock, the corpse of a middle-aged Caucasian male appeared in front of his eyes.

Half an hour later, Angela and John, who were already a little pregnant, rushed to the scene.

"what's the situation?"

Jack, who finished the preliminary examination of the corpse, took off his rubber gloves and expressed his opinion.

"Caucasian, male, around 40-45 years old, the plaque is still spreading, the estimated time of death is no more than 12 hours, er, the specific time of death needs to be determined by the coroner. As for the cause of death, it is obvious, murder."

As he spoke, he pointed to the neck of the corpse, "The cervical spine was torn off. The person who did this was very professional and cold-blooded. One blow was fatal."

Jack's current forensic science skills have been upgraded to a level through self-study, and this level is actually competent for forensic medicine in some small places.

Angela frowned. Professional killing methods usually mean big trouble. The more professional people leave relatively fewer clues, and the reasons behind the killing are more complicated.

"Have you investigated the situation at the scene?"

"Lucy is asking around. This place has been abandoned for a long time. There are no cameras, and few people come here. There are not many homeless people." Jack said and pointed outside.

"I find something odd when it comes to homeless people."

He took out an evidence bag, "There is no ID card driver's license on the body, but I found this."

Angela took the evidence bag and looked at it, wondering, "The mobile kitchen voucher? Is this guy a homeless man?"

"But his clothes are new."

Jack nodded: "That's right, brand new, from head to toe, a homeless man who got rich, could this be the reason why he was targeted?"

Angela looked thoughtful and asked, "Did you check his homeless wallet?"

Jack was taken aback: "What?"

"Hobos sometimes stuff valuables into their shoes, which we call hobo purses." The expression on Angela's face seemed to say, finally there is something you don't know.

Since he came to the branch, Jack's tireless learning attitude has put a lot of pressure on them, the veteran policemen. They spent several years or even more than ten years, accumulating the experience accumulated day by day, and in less than a year It's almost gone.

Jack put on his gloves again, took off the shoes of the dead body, and sure enough found something in the left shoe.

"A room card?"

"Where is it?" Angela raised her head.

"A SRO (single occupancy serviced apartment) in the city center." Jack put the room card into the evidence bag.

"Are you free? Let's go and have a look together. I heard that there is a Michelin star restaurant nearby that has good desserts." Angela suggested.

How could Jack say that he was not free? Being able to solve the case with the police detectives was a lot of experience income.

The two walked to the door of the abandoned factory building, and saw John and Lucy chatting with a black guy in overalls. Behind the black guy was a van with the logo of the security company printed on it, and the black guy on his overalls. The pattern is consistent.

Jack opened the trunk of the police car, took out the prepared lunch, and handed it to Lucy together with the evidence bag.

"What are you talking about?"

John shrugged, "The only camera is broken, and the surveillance video is dead."

This black buddy spoke with a unique RAP tone of racial talent: "It's been broken for a week, otherwise you don't need to ask me to fix it."

Lucy looked at the lunch box in her hand and was a little puzzled: "It's only ten o'clock, isn't it too early for lunch?"

"No, this is for you and John. The forensic team will not arrive for at least two hours. You and John have to stay at the scene. Angela and I are going to an SRO in the city center to investigate the case. She said there is a restaurant nearby. Desserts are good, and I've heard the Italian food is great, you know me, you know what to taste."

Complicated expressions appeared on the faces of both of them at the same time. They were envious of Jack being able to follow Angela to investigate the case, and also looked forward to eating the Italian food that he reproduced, which was said to be great.

Jack's culinary skills have long been recognized by everyone. The most amazing thing is that as long as he tastes any food, he can learn it well. Those so-called grandma's magical secret recipes and grandma's secret sauces can be reproduced by him one by one. now.

Fortunately, Jack's lunch box can always have all kinds of delicacies. Lucy opened it and took a look, then opened the trunk of the police car driven by John with a smile on her face, and put the lunch box in.
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"How dare this place be called a serviced apartment?" Jack was a little dumbfounded when he walked into this SRO in the city center.

The rusty elevator, the decoration style of the corridor can be traced back to at least the middle of the last century, most of the wall skin has peeled off, the stairwell is full of needles and a lot of stains that people don't want to pay attention to, the fluorescent lamp above the head is like a haunted .

If it was night, he doubted whether he would have the courage to walk in alone. This place is really suitable for transforming into a haunted house.

The small dilapidated apartment left to him by his predecessor's parents in the lower city has a better environment than this one. The key is that this is the city center, not a slum where the law and order are chaotic, and the house is given away for free and no one wants it.

"The monthly rent here is only 800 yuan. Many families of three are willing to pay a little more and bribe the administrator to live in this room of less than 10 square meters." Angela rolled her eyes.

Jack thought about those Bei Piao who lived in underground garages in his previous life, and he understood that LA is also the second largest city in North America, no surprise, no surprise.

Angela shook off the room card she just asked for from the hotel manager, "The manager said that the victim checked in three days ago, and his name is Joe Delacourt."

"A week's rent was paid in advance, all in cash."

As she spoke, she opened the door. There was almost no furniture in the simple room. There were two single beds and a bedside table by the window. A pile of paper bags for clothes and shoes were scattered on the floor, and there were two pizza boxes on the bed.

Jack closed the door casually, opened the bathroom and took a look inside, then closed it silently to make sure no one was there. He would have to eat later, so he didn't take a closer look.

"It seems that this Joe bought a lot of things." Angela squatted down to check the paper bags on the ground.

"New clothes, new shoes, huh? The shoes are two sizes? That seems like a clue."

Jack pointed to the bathroom, "There are two sets of toothbrushes on the sink. It seems that the hotel manager didn't say that there are people living with Joe."

"They don't bother to take care of this kind of place, just shut up when you receive the money." Angela flipped the mattress, revealing two rolls of cash underneath.

"Well, it looks like there are at least 6000 yuan." Jack picked up a roll, and unexpectedly found that they were all bills with a denomination of 20 yuan. This kind of thing is rare in the market. Lao Mei usually has a face value of 50 yuan at most. [-] are rarely used.

At this time, there were two beeps from the door, and it was opened again. A short, pale, thin white man pushed the door in. He saw Jack in a patrol uniform and Jack in civilian clothes, but with a police badge pinned to his waist. Angela froze in place.

(End of this chapter)