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

Rosalind seemed unaware.

"Oh, it's so funny. People see me like they see a monster, and I see them the same way. Killing is not cruel, and saving people is not out of kindness."

She kept smiling until her eyes met Jack's, and the expression on her face froze slightly.

There was no anger, no disgust, and no fear in the young police officer's eyes. He just looked at himself calmly, as if he were looking at a dead object.

Rosalind twitched the corners of her mouth, forced a smile again, and glanced at Taylor Kelly next to Jack as if she was unintentional.

"Officer Tavole seems to be very attracted to the opposite sex?"

"Huh?" You said, why are you provoking me? Jack calmly turned off the system in his mind and refocused his eyes.

He had been thinking about whether to upgrade his rifle shooting skills after he had saved enough system gold coins. Later, he would definitely go to Quantico for training like Hannah. He heard from her that there were many masters there, and he had already reached the level of pistol and fighting skills. If you are proficient, you will definitely reach a level better than half of the people, but your rifle shooting skills are somewhat unsatisfactory.

"Don't bother me. You're too old for me. I don't like the frosted style."

Tyler Kelly glanced at his arms subconsciously. The skin he had just taken care of in the beauty salon was smooth and fair.

Rosalind snorted and finally stopped talking nonsense.

Everyone continued to trek through the forest with difficulty, but this time, within 10 minutes, Rosalind stopped under a tree and signaled that they were there.

Jack smacked his lips, Rosie, the old agent, had something.

"Ha, it's right here. I buried the anesthesiologist at the root of this tree. I also gave him anesthesia and put it in iced black tea. Isn't this a bit ironic?"

"Then I chopped off his hands and feet while watching the sunset with him. It was an unforgettable day."

Everyone ignored Rosalind's creepy chatter. Superintendent Gray signaled to take action. John and Tim took out portable engineer shovels from their backpacks and dug at the roots of the tree.

Jack took Taylor Kelly and her cameraman aside, and after the cameraman took a few excavation shots, he supervised him to turn off the camera, and then stopped filming from now on.

"Found it." John found the bones within a few shovels. He used force to peel away a layer of soil on the surface, and a skeleton that was almost completely white appeared in front of everyone.

"There are no limbs, it's the anesthetist." John looked a little excited, and several other police officers, including Assistant Prosecutor Del Monte, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Something's wrong." The most experienced Superintendent Gray frowned, and David Rossi next to him showed the same expression he had before when he was testing Jack.

"Officer Tavole, please tell me."

Jack took a step forward, stood beside the two of them, and said in a low voice.

"The body was buried too shallowly, less than two feet, and it was not wrapped with anything except clothes. There are coyotes in Griffith Park at night, and there are many other small carnivores with a keen sense of smell. If this is the first burial place, , it has been dug out by these animals a long time ago, and the bones will be scattered everywhere.”

In his previous life, Jack had watched an American TV series called "Six Feet Under." It told the story of a family in the beautiful country that runs the funeral industry. In European and American culture, six feet represents the burial of the dead, which is somewhat similar to what Siris calls the Nine Springs. Down.

This six-foot depth is not unreasonable. Only if the body is buried deep enough can the body be protected from being dug up and eaten by wild animals.

"Ah!" Not far away from John, Lucy, who was wearing gloves to help clean up the loose soil, suddenly screamed and sat down on the ground.

Taylor Kelly, who had been looking curiously beside her, also covered his mouth and hid aside. Everyone gathered around and saw another corpse suddenly appearing next to the bones that John had found. An unspeakable stench.

Superintendent Gray made a basic judgment after just one glance: "6 months, at most 9 months."

Everyone's eyes were unanimously cast on Rosalind, who was not far away.

"Don't look at me, I've been in jail for the past four years."

The crazy old woman smiled happily, like a chess player who had the upper hand in the game.

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"How is this possible? The only person who knew where Rosalind's body was hidden was herself, and she had been in prison for four years. Why would a body that had been murdered less than a year appear in the same place?"

On the way back to the police station, Tyler Kelly abandoned the cameraman and squeezed into Jack's police car, asking questions like a curious baby.

Jack glanced at her helplessly, "Didn't you gain enough today?"

"You must know something. I found that you and that handsome old FBI guy were the only ones who didn't show too much surprise at that time."

Tyler Kelly had a flattering look on his face, obviously today's windfall was not enough to satisfy a journalist's greedy appetite.

"If Miss Kelly wants to be put in a holding cell until we solve the case, I wouldn't mind giving you some inside information."

Tyler Kelly pouted, seeming disappointed, but then happy again.

"Call me Taylor, we should be considered friends, right?"

Seeing that she finally stopped trying to get her out of him, Jack followed suit.

"Okay Taylor."

"Now that we are friends, can you reveal your thoughts? You can lock me in your house."

"Ha, woman." Jack sneered and decided not to talk to this pretty girl.

Back at the Wilshire Police Station, Jack took Taylor directly into Zoe's office. Now he can only count on Superintendent Anderson to control this restless news reporter.

As soon as he left Zoe's office, Jack was stopped by Rosie who was walking towards him.

"Jack, do you mind if I call you that?"

"Of course not, what do you need me to do?"

Jack's attitude was as respectful as ever. As the case took a turn for the worse, Delmonte, the district attorney's assistant prosecutor, finally realized that he was being used by Rosalind and stopped trying to show his presence.

David Rossi, the FBI's special agent in charge, naturally took over the case and began to issue orders.

"Superintendent Gray agrees to assign you to me as my assistant. Come and join the meeting."

Rosie seemed to suddenly think of something and took out a box from her pocket and handed it to Jack.

"These are the tracking locators you want. The FBI field office in LA just sent them. They are all here."

Jack took the box and opened it. There were more than a dozen small black discs about the size of buttons and a tablet computer.