The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Of course, in this country, not to mention federal congressmen, even a city councilor cannot act lightly. The FBI only "politely" invites them to go back and assist in the investigation.

Of course, this does not prevent major news media from hearing the news. Frank may be invited by a beautiful reporter tonight to spend the night together.

Jack was not interested in investigating the corruption of city council members, and Dana Moger could not really spend his capable personnel on such a long-lasting investigation that would not produce any results in two or three years.

There were other FBI agents waiting to pick them up under the NYPD police building. Jack waved goodbye to his female boss and turned to find Danny.

At first, he just went to CSI to help out, but now things are getting more complicated. Now he just wants to get rid of Dick Reed as soon as possible, and then go to Virginia Beach to have a beer with Jason Hayes.

Entering the detective's office, Danny was cursing and rummaging through a pile of cardboard boxes for clues. These were letters from prison. His partner Jackie was inputting names into the computer to search for the recipients of the letters one by one.

"The people who write these things are idiots who can't even spell the words correctly. Sure enough, idiots and perverts are attracted to each other."

"Is there anything to gain?" Jack regretted it as soon as he walked in. This guy is not a patient person, and it seems that he will probably be raped.

Sure enough, Danny's face lit up with a smile as soon as he saw him, as if he had been granted amnesty, "It's great that you can come, I'm short of people here."

Jack sighed, stepped forward and pushed him aside, "Go get us some good coffee and food, you are not needed here."

Seeing this guy running away in a hurry, Jackie smiled and took the initiative to reach out and shake Jack's hand to express her gratitude.

After a busy day in the afternoon, they finally made a discovery. Jack pulled Danny to the computer, pointed to a photo in the electronic file and asked, "Do you remember this fat man? His name is Hugh Stayton."

Danny nodded, "We met at the Bus Stop before. He was one of the idiot fans who came to pick up Dick Reed from prison. I remember there was a idiot with him at the time."

Jack patted Jackie on the shoulder, and the latter immediately called up another person's information, "There is also a fool named Jims Richard. They mentioned in two fan letters that they created a program for Dick Reed. A private page called 'Lucky Bayonet'."

As she spoke, Jackie had already called up this web page, "a serial killer-themed chat room."

There are also various real or fake photos of the crime scene, some idiot messages, and a few latest group photos, which are the two of them taking a photo with Dick Reed at the station.

"OK, the rest is up to you, boys." Jackie stretched out, "I have other cases to be busy with. Remember to tell me which one is the real copycat when you get back."

Danny summoned two patrol officers, and the four of them rushed to an old apartment in Brooklyn and knocked on the door of one of the rooms.

After a while, someone answered the door, and a fat, fluffy head appeared at the door, "What's the matter?"

"Police, let us in." Danny showed his police badge.

The fat man named Hugh Stayton hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the patrolman behind him, and then resigned to his fate. Danny and Jack walked into the dark room with their noses covered, and two patrolmen stood guard. door.

This is a single room in an apartment. It is crowded and messy. There is almost no furniture except for the bed, computer desk and a few display cabinets. The rest of the place is littered with several simulated adult dolls. The dolls have no heads and have been replaced with steel ones. Knight's helmet and Predator's head.

There are homemade posters of various serial murderers, including Dick Reed, on the wall. There is also a rope pulled under the ceiling, with various bloody crime scene photos clipped on it. I don’t know where this guy is from. Got it.

"Your aesthetics are very unique." Danny mocked.

"Thank you for the compliment." The fat man responded, sitting down on the dirty bed, looking around, but not daring to look at anyone.

"A woman was attacked in Columbia Park yesterday evening. Does it have anything to do with you?" Danny directly grabbed his collar and asked him to face him.

As a result, the fat man screamed, startling everyone, and the two patrol officers standing at the door directly put their hands on their pistols.

"Please, I don't like to have physical contact with people. I'm a collector. I didn't do that." The fat man closed his eyes and finished shouting. Then he opened his eyelids pitifully and begged in a low voice, " Can you let me go?"

Danny let go of his hand unhappily, "You'll get used to it after you go to prison. People like you with your tender skin and tender flesh will be very popular."

Fat man Hugh Stayton was so frightened that his face turned pale, "I swear, it really wasn't me."

"What's going on with that webpage called 'Lucky Bayonet'?" Jack always felt that there was a strange smell lingering in his nose, until he saw a pile of reagents for developing film in the bathroom. It turned out that he had changed it to Darkroom.

"That's a website I built, but the theme is not to worship crime, but to satirize society." This guy seemed to have figured out why the police came to him, and he quickly quibbled.

"The theme may also be imbecility. Where were you from three to five yesterday afternoon?" Danny continued to ask.

"At home, if you don't believe me, you can check my computer. I was chatting in the suicide chat room all day yesterday until late at night." The fat man became excited again.

"Suicide chat room? Is there such a thing?" Danny said it was an eye-opener, and Jack turned on the computer and started checking the website's backend. Although he didn't have any great hacking skills, he could still handle some basic software and could play it. Who in the game doesn’t have two unique skills?

"I don't expect ordinary people like you to understand us." The fat man said, "I am an extraordinary person."

"Who knows whether it was you or a dog sitting in front of the computer last night. This is no alibi at all."

Although Danny argued with him, he did not ask for more information. Instead, Jack made a discovery. He found a bunch of paid posts in the backend of the website that had administrator rights but had not been officially released. Photos have been uploaded.

"Danny, this is the victim from yesterday."

This is a set of photos taken from a close-up angle. There are more than 20 photos in total of a girl with two bloody scratches on her cheek passed out in the bathroom.

"It seems you did it. Stand up, you fat pig." Danny grabbed him from the bed.

"No, it's not me. Please listen to my explanation!" Fatty Hugh Stayton shook his head desperately but did not dare to struggle. He watched a patrol officer step forward to put handcuffs on him, trembling with fear.

"It was Jims Richard who did it! I just uploaded these photos for him, it's really not me!"

"Bring me the evidence, I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense." Danny's eyes were fierce and he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

Fat man Hugh Stayton subconsciously clamped his legs and spoke very fast, "He is the real fanatic who is obsessed with Reed. He told Reed that he would do anything for him, including when he was under surveillance by your agents." Make some noise to attract attention."

"Wait a minute, have you seen Reed? When? Where?" Jack was keenly aware of the problem.

Dick Reed is currently under surveillance by the NYPD 24 hours a day. Danny even came to check on him last night. According to the detective stationed at his mother's house, this guy hasn't been out for at least three days.

"Late last night, in a dive bar in Flushing, I swear, I heard the two of them say that with my own ears." Fatty Hugh Stayton assured.

Dive bars have nothing to do with diving. They are small, cheap bars with no food and only some drinks. They are usually located in very remote locations and the environment is relatively secretive.

The two looked at each other and turned to leave. As Danny walked, he ordered the two police officers, "Take him back to record a statement and issue a wanted notice for James Richard."