The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 170 Where Did Qiuqiu Go?

Jack vaguely heard Rothko exclaim from the phone, and then the phone seemed to be switched on and played out, "What you said is true? Why didn't Finlay call me first? Ah, his call came. "

"You have to ask Finlay this question, how long will it take for you to reach Morrison's house?" Jack asked.

"About 20 minutes," Rothko replied.

"Then I'll see you in 20 minutes."

Jack washed up briefly, went downstairs and bought a fish sandwich, and after eating two or three bites, he drove to the address given by Finlay.

The chief of police's home is a villa with a large area. The lawn at the entrance is quite flat, and the surrounding environment is also very good, just like the square in the center of the town, with gold and jade outside.

But at this moment, the outside of the villa has been cordoned off, and two police cars are parked on the side of the road.

When Jack arrived, Rothko and Reacher just arrived. The three met without saying anything, and came to the door together. Finlay was already waiting here.

But Jack felt that he didn't seem to be waiting for someone, but instead seemed to be escaping from something, as if there was something in the villa that frightened him.

"What happened inside?" asked Rothko, who was walking in the front.

Finlay clenched his fist with his right hand and put it next to his mouth, he seemed a little disgusted, maybe because of Rothko's question reminded him of the scene he just saw.

"The crime scene was scarier than anything I've ever seen in Boston, believe me, I've seen big scenes in Boston."

When Lei Che saw him, he kept his face straight, and asked calmly, "Is he nailed to the wall?"

Finlay looked up at him in surprise, "How do you know?"

Reacher didn't answer, and walked straight in, followed by Jack, who answered, "Did his wife also die of bloodletting, and the time of death was probably before him."

Finlay's eyes widened, and then he seemed to think of something, and quickly followed.

I didn't feel anything at the door, but when I walked through the living room and came to the corridor connecting the bedrooms, a strong smell of blood came over my face, as if I had walked into a slaughterhouse.

Jack shrugged his nose, and there seemed to be a strange smell of latex mixed with the bloody smell, just like the smell you could smell when you just opened a pack of medical latex gloves.

Walking into the bedroom with the open door, Roscoe, who was walking in the front, took a look inside, then stopped at the door, turned her head and couldn't bear to look again, and at the same time let out a low cry: "My God!"

Reacher and Jack carefully avoided the bloody footprints on the ground and walked into the room.

A double bed that was originally in the middle of the bedroom was lifted up and leaned sideways against the wall. On the floor where the bed was originally placed was a bloody female corpse, with her face down and she couldn't see her face clearly.

But judging from the old-fashioned silk pajamas soaked in blood and the skin on her neck, she should be an elderly middle-aged woman. The fingers that clasped the carpet tightly and even broke a few nails fully explained that she was dead. What a lot of pain you have endured before.

What's even more frightening is that the police chief Morrison, who had a bad attitude towards Reacher, was covered with barley and had six thick steel nails with his arms outstretched. The posture was firmly nailed to the wall that should have been the head of the bed.

Jack noticed that if the person on the wall lowered his head, his eyes were just facing the female corpse on the ground. This scene was exactly the same as what Paul had described to the two in prison.

A young coroner is describing the scene with a voice recorder, while his assistant is taking pictures of the scene with a camera.

Reacher seemed unaware of the bloody scene in front of him. After careful observation, he turned his attention to Jack who was also carefully investigating the scene.

Jack pointed to several blood-stained areas and bloody footprints at the scene.

"There were four murderers who entered the room. They should have been wearing one-piece protective clothing or something similar. There were clear traces of blood drops near the footprints, which were caused by splashed blood drops."

"The people who did this are all professionals. The lines of the bloody footprints are the same, but the sizes are different, which means that the killers all wore rubber shoe covers. There are several bloodstains on the wall with finger marks but no fingerprints. They all wore latex gloves. .”

"Both corpses are covered with knife marks, but except for the last knife on the male deceased's neck that ended his life, the other knife marks are very shallow. From the marks on the knife, it can be judged that it is a sawtooth blade, indicating that it is more for the purpose of torture."

"Judging from the wound and the amount of bleeding, the female deceased was tortured for at least an hour. I can't even tell whether she died of pain or excessive blood loss. It depends on the specific autopsy results."

After listening to Jack's rough site survey, and seeing his gaze turned to himself, Reacher shrugged, "You've said it all, I have nothing to do."

"Oh holy shit, his fucking balls got cut off."

A sudden scream from the young coroner startled everyone present.

"Gasbow, be professional, swearing is a sign of cowardice."

Finlay reprimanded, completely lost the uncomfortable retching look outside just now.

"Sorry, the corpse under the viaduct was the first case I experienced, and then this"

The fat face of the young coroner named Gasbo forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Where is his Takamaru?" He faced Finlay, but his eyes wandered around, as if searching.

"In his esophagus (stomach)." Jack and Reacher said in unison, giving a similar answer.

With a snap, the recording pen in the young coroner's hand fell to the ground, and he stood still in a daze.

Finley's face turned black, "You two, come out to me."

Outside the villa, there were a few curious people standing outside the cordon and looking around. The other two from the Margrave Police Station, the bald old policeman Baker and the young policeman Stevenson who looked honest, were talking beside the police car. What.

Seeing several people walking out of the villa, the young policeman Stevenson left his companions and hurried forward to Finlay.

"Detective, Baker won't tell me what they did to the chief."

Finlay sighed, "You can go in and see for yourself, but I don't recommend it."

Stevenson nodded, and was about to walk in, but he seemed to have thought of something, stopped, glanced at Reacher and Jack, pulled Rothko, and signaled her to go aside and talk.

Too bad they didn't go far enough for Jack to hear their conversation quite clearly.

"My cousin Charlie was very disturbed and called me several times. Her husband Paul didn't come home last night. I know you know Charlie very well. Can you come over and see what's going on here? Watching the scene, I can't leave for a while."

Rothko nodded and agreed, "No problem, I'll go over later, I'm following Paul's case, and I was planning to visit."

Here Finlay was very impatient and ready to go crazy.

"Okay, stop playing tricks now, when the hell are you two?"

He was interrupted by Jack in the middle of his sentence.

"Let's find a quiet place and talk, I think it's not just you, Rothko also has a lot of problems."

Rothko, who had just walked back to the group, glanced at Lei Che and nodded, "Go to my house, my house is very remote, it should be 'quiet' enough."

(End of this chapter)