The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 329 Bloody Scene

Jack's eyes stayed on Erin Lindsay's face for two more seconds. This girl looked a bit like Rachel in "Friends". She had a typical American sweetheart face. Unfortunately, just like Rachel, her eyes were too dazzling. It seems that he is the type with rich emotional experience.

He had some impression of Hank Boyt. He initially appeared as a villain in "Chicago ER", which he followed for a while.

But in the subsequent "Chicago PD", the image of this old police detective was reversed. He was a typical old-school police detective with his own set of rules of conduct.

Protect one's shortcomings, show loyalty, and insist on justice. He is a ruthless character who walks in the gray area and uses whatever means necessary.
Jack still liked this character quite a bit, although at this time, this old policeman who walked a little bow-legged, spoke with a smoky voice, and his voice was so low that it was hard to hear, didn't seem to like the FBI very much.

"Tell me about the situation you have so far." Rossi had the most experience in dealing with such veteran police officers. He took the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere, and everyone simply went straight to work.

"Follow me." Hank Boyt waved his hand very simply and led everyone to the entrance of an apartment building.

"We suspect that one of the victims was attacked as he left his car and the attacker's purpose was to obtain the keys to the apartment from him so that he could enter the apartment and attack other victims."

There was a Mercedes-Benz parked at the door of the apartment with its door half open, and there was still a large pool of blood on the ground at the door.

"Who found the body?" Emily asked.

"The cleaning lady in this apartment noticed something unusual when she came to work. She is currently taking a statement at the police station." A policewoman named Kim Burgess took the initiative to answer.

Her appearance is not Jack's cup of tea. Her eyes are big but a little protruding. Those who like this type will find her eyes blurry and make you want to explore.

It seemed to Jack that he was clearly short-sighted but refused to wear glasses.

He squatted down in front of the large pool of blood, observed it carefully, and then looked up at the apartment door.

"The victim was attacked as soon as he got out of the car. He lost the ability to resist in an instant. The blood stains here were pressed. He was half lying in this position."

"Interesting, can you identify which one of the four people this victim is?" Jack asked.

"What happened to the husband named William in the black family?" Hank Boyt lowered his head and looked at Jack with interest, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"About how tall is he?"

"Well, about the same as you, about six feet one-two (186CM)." Erin Lindsay tilted her head and looked at Jack.

Jack didn't show off, he pointed directly at the blood on the ground and said.

"The spot where the victim fell is where the pool of blood begins. All the way to the door, the remaining blood stains are round drops of blood dripping freely. Most of them are intact, except for some that were stepped on. What does this mean?"

Reid's encyclopedia was online in time, "If the victim is not completely unconscious, he will subconsciously resist, and the blood will show traces of being pulled back by the pedaling action."

"And if the victim completely loses the ability to resist." Rhett grabbed the collar of Jack's bulletproof vest and pulled hard, but Jack didn't move at all.

"Well, it should be a drag mark." Rhett was a little embarrassed and pretended to be nonchalant.

Hank Boyt nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, "He was carried in, and the murderer was at least two people."

"More than that." Jack pointed to the door of the apartment. "There is no large pool of blood at the door, which means that the murderer can get in without stopping to open the door. This means that there is another person responsible for opening the door for them." "OK, that's at least three." Hank Boyt stepped forward and squatted next to Jack. He also carefully observed the blood on the ground, his expression slightly brightened.

"Let's go in and take a look at the scene. Jiejie will stay and help us coordinate a temporary office location." After speaking, Hotchner prepared to lead everyone into the apartment.

"You can use the office of our 21st Branch Intelligence Section. We don't use it often anyway." Hank Boyt's wrinkled old face was still expressionless, but his tone was a little more self-deprecating.

"OK, I'll go over now." Jie Jie nodded, and Kim Burgess on the side took the initiative to greet her.

"I'll take you there. I don't want to enter the scene again. It's too scary inside."

"Oh, right." Hank Boyt seemed to be reminded. He looked up at the BAU people who were about to enter the apartment, with an indescribably weird expression on his face.

"I know you're probably used to it, but you'd better bring a few paper bags, it's hell in there."

"Thank you for the reminder." Rossi nodded politely.

After walking through a short corridor, everyone came to the door of an apartment. The door was closed and covered with police isolation tape.

Rosie put on her gloves and unscrewed the door handle. As soon as she pushed the door open, a strong smell of blood hit her face. Jack subconsciously lowered his perception. This smell alone made his adrenal glands start to work at high speed.

Several people walked into the room one after another. Although the four corpses lying in the living room had been covered with white cloth, the carpet under them that was completely soaked in blood told everything.

"Antonio Dawson, that old guy is Alvin Olinsky, we are both from the intelligence team."

A strong Latino man was holding a small notebook and recording something. When he saw everyone entering the room, he briefly introduced himself.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, another old police detective who looked older than Hank Boyt, with a mustache and a peaked cap came out of the bedroom and waved to everyone.

Emily squatted down, uncovered the white cloth on a corpse on the ground, and then turned her head around unbearably.

Jack lifted off the white cloth one by one. The heads of the four corpses were all bloody and bloody, and almost no part of the flesh on the body was intact.

The male corpse still had clothes on it, so the visual impact was not that strong. The female corpse had no traces on it and was covered with scars, all of which were left after being hit with blunt objects.

"This is simply what animals do. I have seen gangs fighting, executing traitors, and even cutting off their heads and disemboweling them, but this is the first time for such a pure act of violence."

Old police detective Alvin Olinsky shook his head and walked out of the room. Not long after, the sound of a lighter jingling came from the corridor.

Jack had seen ogres dismember human beings, and he had also seen serial killers suffocate people alive in iron barrels, but the brutal crime scene before him still made him very uncomfortable.

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