The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 70 Pills
"Angela, you have two options now. I can negotiate with the Calderon detective who is in charge of you. You have 24 hours before the case is officially handed over."

"I choose the first one."

Angela didn't wait for Superintendent Gray to say the second option, and immediately agreed. As an old policeman, she has seen many similar crime scenes, but patrolmen are usually only responsible for protecting the scene and doing odd jobs. It is easy to become a backup detective, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Let me assist 'Detective Angela'."

Jack also volunteered. He had just acquired entry-level forensic science skills recently, and it was the first time he encountered such a vicious burglary crime. How could he miss it.

Superintendent Gray nodded: "Tell me about your findings."

Jack also took out his small notebook, which was the initial inquiry he and Angela had made after Kristen and his wife had stabilized a little earlier.

"The couple described the assailants as two males, both wearing ski masks, who were white males, possibly Latino, and were between five feet nine inches (175 centimeters) and five feet eleven inches (180 centimeters) tall. Medium height."

"The guy who assaulted Mrs. Christine was wearing white sneakers with a red triangle pattern on them. We have reported the above information to the command center and they will issue a wanted warrant."

Superintendent Gray looked very satisfied and was about to turn around when he thought of something and asked the two of them.

"Is there anything else that needs to be reminded to the forensic personnel? They are very busy today, and it will take about 2 hours to arrive at the scene."

"Uh"

Jack looked at Angela, saw her pouting outside the door, and suddenly said: "That visual doorbell has a piece of electrical tape pasted on the camera, and they may be able to collect fingerprints from it."

Superintendent Gray nodded again in satisfaction.

"I'm going to meet the two victims. I need to persuade Mrs. Christine to undergo a forensic examination. I suggest that you can inspect the scene before the witnesses arrive, but be careful not to cause damage."

Returning to the scene of the crime on the second floor, Jack and Angela felt heavy again. A young life died before their eyes. Even if they were unrelated strangers, the unique empathy ability of human beings would still make people feel depressed.

Angela put on rubber gloves and raised the corpse's right arm. Jack was surprised to find that there was also a bullet hole above the elbow joint.

He quickly checked the bullet holes on the back of the corpse. From the torn clothes, he could see that the bullet holes here were bigger, and the surrounding skin was star-shaped, and suddenly realized.

"Here is actually a shot wound, that is to say, the bullet was injected from the elbow joint, along the humerus, through the entire arm, and finally drilled out from the back. The bullet broke the artery, causing him to bleed to death."

Angela gave him a strange look: "Are you planning to compete with me for the position of police detective? When did you start studying forensic science?"

Jack wanted to touch the back of his head out of habit, but then realized that he was wearing rubber gloves and had just touched a dead body.

"During the two days of vacation, I read several forensic science books. Dr. Temple Breenna has a very interesting book on human bones. I recommend you to try it."

Angela shook her head and sighed. Her partner is good-looking and eye-catching and has strong ability. The tacit understanding between the two of them in a few months is better than any of her previous partners, but they are too curvy.

It took her nearly ten years to barely reach the position of police detective. This person has been in LAPD for less than half a year, and she is already a promising star of the future. It takes at most two years. Once the qualifications are reached, she can become a detective. .

The most irritating thing is that I still can't feel jealous, or use gender issues as an example. This guy's hard work and progress are obvious to all in the branch.

But Angela's competitive spirit was still quite strong, and she pointed to the mouth of the deceased: "Tell me what happened to the liquid coming out of his mouth?"

Jack hesitated for a moment, and replied with some uncertainty: "Pulmonary edema secretion?"

"Cause of pulmonary edema?"

Jack is a little stuck, which is a little bit out of line for him.

"Bronchitis or opioid addiction." Angela had a triumphant smile on her face.

"If it's the latter, the case is interesting."

Jack muttered to himself, looking around in every corner of the bedroom.

Angela used her body to cover a certain angle indiscriminately, and then continued to ask.

"Why don't you go ahead and tell me what you think."

Jack is as good as he is, and puts forward his views one by one.

"There are no obvious traces of fighting here, and there is no rummaging of boxes and cabinets. One gangster broke in to vent his animal desire downstairs, and what did the other want to do by bringing the dead into his bedroom?"

"If you want to violate him, the bed is clean and tidy, and the deceased's clothes are not messy enough, it doesn't make sense."

Jack suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Is there a possibility that the murderer and the deceased knew each other. They gave up the husband and wife's master bedroom where valuables may be stored, and instead came to the son's bedroom because there are things they need here."

Angela smiled slightly and turned her body sideways.

"Like some prescription drug."

There was a wardrobe behind her, and a small pill lay on the floor to one side of the wardrobe.

Jack took a step forward and found that the wooden board on the side of the wardrobe was slightly tilted. With a light flick, he could see inside, and there were a few identical white pills scattered between the side wall of the wardrobe and the drawer.

Angela took out her phone and took two photos of this location.

"We'll need forensics personnel to take it back for testing later, but I can tell at a glance that it's OxyContin."

Jack curled his lips secretly, and most of his original sympathy for the deceased disappeared immediately.

Oxycontin and phenolphthalein are two of the most common and abused prescription painkillers in the beautiful country. As an opiate drug, this stuff with a molecular formula similar to morphine is effective in pain relief and pleasure. Very significant, and of course the addictive nature is equally significant.

But for some well-known reasons, these addictive drugs, which were supposed to be used only to relieve pain in terminal cancer patients, have been abused to heinous levels.

To make an interesting comparison, if a Serisian has a cold, the first thing that comes to mind may be to drink more hot water, cover the quilt and sweat. If the symptoms are severe or the high fever persists, then go to the hospital or clinic and prescribe some Cold medicine or anti-fever medicine, rest for a few days will be fine.

Some people may have minor complications due to physical problems, such as pharyngitis, etc. The doctor will prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs, and then ask the nurse to hang water for a few hours, and basically recover quickly.

Most people basically refer to this process, and the cost of this process is not high. Even without medical insurance, most of the time, the cost of treatment is affordable by most ordinary people.

But in the beautiful country, this process is not the case.

　Basically, Sanjiang is dead, and it is 1000 short of follow-up, but it still has to be put on the shelves. I hope everyone will not really raise me to death.

　　In the first three months, you can probably have a full attendance guarantee, and then it depends on everyone's subscription status.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)