The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 94

The dull atmosphere at the scene seemed to be swept away, and Rossi smiled and said to the two: "Then hurry up, remember to bring more people, even if it is an abandoned old zoo, the place is not small."

Jack nodded, and went back to the police station with John to pick up some equipment. It was almost 8 o'clock in the evening. Although the police station didn't have the high-tech head-mounted night vision goggles like SWAT, the extra bright flashlight was enough.

Tim and the others were still busy outside. They found some clues and were preparing to arrest the leader who ran the prison's underground black market overnight. member.

A group of 12 people drove 6 police cars to the abandoned old zoo, and a police helicopter will provide them with air support later.

The old zoo has been abandoned for more than half a century, the barbed wire fence has been dilapidated, and the two gates have been crumbling.

Worried about making too much noise and disturbing the possible suspects inside, the police officers entered the zoo directly through the gap in the barbed wire fence.

It was pitch black all around, and there was no sound in the abandoned zoo, only the owls in the woods in the distance made a few indistinct calls, making the atmosphere eerie.

"The place is too big, how can I find it?" John asked in a low voice.

Jack thought for a while, trying to use his extraordinary perception to probe around, but found nothing.

"Go in and have a look. If the suspect killed someone here, it must have been at least half a year ago, and there will definitely be some traces left."

He paused, looked at the dilapidated facilities around him, and had some thoughts.

"There should be no electricity here, right?"

John glanced back, "The transformer outside has been scrapped long ago, and even homeless people don't come here."

"So the suspect either used a car generator to supply power, or installed a small generator here. Both of these methods will make a lot of noise. He can find a way to block the light, but he can't block the sound?"

Suddenly, the police officers spread out to explore the depths, looking for buildings that made noise.

Soon some police officers discovered the abnormality, and Lucy reported in a low voice on the intercom, "To the northwest, there is a reptile exhibit here. I heard the sound of the generator running, and I could vaguely see lights inside."

The rest of the people gathered together, and assigned half of the police officers to surround the exhibition hall to prevent anyone from escaping through the back door or the broken window. The rest were about to break in through the front door. John was about to kick the door, but Jack pulled him away. live.

He gently turned the rusted doorknob, and the dilapidated wooden door creaked and opened slowly. John tilted his head in embarrassment. He was affected by the atmosphere here, and he was a little too nervous.

Jack held guns in both hands and walked in the front, trying not to make a sound. The exhibition hall was divided into several large rooms, and all kinds of small rusty iron cages were placed along the walls.

Where the rooms are connected, the partition door has long since rotted away. Someone roughly tidied up the place, moved the rotten door panel aside, and nailed a few pieces of soft plastic curtains on the porch to keep out the wind.

Jack carefully opened the door curtain, feeling certain in his heart that their speculation should be correct. Although these transparent door curtains were stained and seemed to have been hung for some days, there were no cobwebs, indicating that people had been coming in and out here.

The windowpane on the wall was covered with advertising paper and old newspapers, and the glass was intact. Homeless people would not do such meaningless things. It seemed that they probably found the right place.

Going straight into three or four rooms, the faint rancid smell gradually became more intense. Dim lights came out from the last room. Jack waved his hand gently, and Lucy tiptoed around him tacitly, sticking to the Beside the door frame, carefully help him pull up the plastic curtain.

Standing at the door, Jack was facing a pile of iron cages, but he could vaguely see an iron canopy bed in the middle of the room. A woman with a naked upper body was lying on it. She seemed delirious and moaned softly. .

A man with his back to the door was squatting beside the bed, murmuring indistinctly, he lowered his head and fiddled with the woman for some reason.

The Glock in Jack's hand aimed at the opponent, and moved forward carefully with his feet. When he felt that the distance was almost there, he shouted: "LAPD, raise your hand."

The man turned his head abruptly. Under the dim light, it was a face without facial features.

"boom!"

Although the atmosphere in the abandoned zoo at night was eerie, Jack was not too nervous because he was not alone. As a result, he was almost scared to pee by the faceless man's turning around, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The faceless man's brain exploded, and he fell to the ground without any suspense. Only now did Jack see clearly that the bastard had put a sack on his face, and only made two holes where his eyes were.

Jack stepped forward and kicked lightly. The man's right hand spread out, and a blood-stained tattoo gun fell to the ground. The woman lying on the bed had blood dripping from her abdomen, and the letters of DOD were tattooed on it, and the numbers hadn't had time yet. carve.

Lucy hurried forward to check the woman's condition.

"Is she okay?" Jack asked.

"She's still alive. I don't know what this child of the beach injected her with. It may be a sedative or poison." Lucy rolled the woman's eyelids and took a photo with a flashlight to check the reaction of the pupils.

"7-A-26, ambulance required, urgent situation, siren cleared, notified duty commander Gray and FBI Special Agent in Chief David Rossi, found one victim, alive, suspect shot dead. "

After speaking, Jack glanced around and found the source of the stench. There was a large oil drum by the wall, which was full of blood-stained scratches, which reminded him of the badly damaged fingernails of the previous two corpses.

"This is supposed to be the oil drum the killer used to suffocate his victims."

The patrolmen who followed John into the room trembled when they saw the inside of the oil drum that smelled like corpses. What a cruel scene.

Someone stepped forward and unceremoniously kicked the murderer's body, turned it over, and wanted to find identification. The rest of the people continued to search inside and outside the house. The police helicopter from the sky had also arrived and turned on the searchlights Lighting, after all, no one can be sure whether there is only one murderer.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived and sent the female victim who was still in a semi-comatose state to the hospital. Lucy got in the car and accompanied him. Jack and John waited until the forensic team from LAPD arrived to take over the scene and returned to the police station first. , although it is midnight, there are still many things to sort out.

As a result, when the two arrived, everyone in the briefing room was there. Rossi pasted various photos and drew a mind map in front of a large whiteboard.

Seeing the two people entering, Rossi motioned for them to sit down and continue the case analysis just started.

(End of this chapter)