Chapter 148 The expert who is suffering from death

Los Angeles is its basic base.

Dean would not delay his own success for a moment of pleasure.

After comforting Neil, he was reluctant to leave.

He dealt with the tens of thousands of dollars of weapons he needed in case of emergency, took the earliest flight, and rushed back to Los Angeles.

"Wow, Captain Mengen, you actually came to pick him up in person. It seems that this case is very troublesome." Dean teased at the enthusiastic Mengen.

"Haha, I just read the recent news and knew that something big happened in New York recently, and I was just worried about your safety."

Meng En smiled at each other.

Because Amon deliberately blocked and cleaned up Dean's traces on the plane and processed his travel records.

So he didn't know that Dean was on that plane at that time.

Seeing Meng En's reaction, Dean felt more and more that the case might not be simple, so he rubbed his forehead: "It's okay, captain, just talk about the situation of the case."

"Get on the bus first, you came back very promptly. Because of the special identity of the deceased, we still maintain traces of the scene."

On the car.

Meng En briefly describes the situation of the case:

This morning.

A student was running in the morning and found a tragic body in the woods and called the police.

Because it is in the jurisdiction of the Fourth Squadron.

The case was transferred to Daisy.

Old Hunter and everyone rushed to the scene.

On the Forensics Department, Holz led his men to set out, and then recognized the identity of the deceased at a glance.

Meng En said tiredly: "The deceased is Mike Smith, an English man, and he is 38 years old.

He is a psychological crime expert in the Los Angeles Forensics Department and an honorary professor of psychology at several prestigious universities. He is very prestigious in the academic world.

If it's just like this, it's not too troublesome.

But he still has another identity.”

Dean lit a cigarette and said curiously: "What is the identity?"

"Special consultant to the Aston family!"

Meng En held his gold-rimmed glasses with one hand, and his tone was melancholy:

"Aren't you curious about who is behind me? You are a member of this family.

The Aston family is not very famous in Los Angeles and is not as good as the Carmen family before. However, in the entire California, many companies, guilds, and gangs, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, are actually controlled by members of their family.

If the Carmen family in the past was the sky of Los Angeles' politics, then the Aston family is the king of the night in Los Angeles, and is very prestigious in the entire California.

That's why I said this is a big case, not a simple homicide case."

Dean understands it in seconds.

A famous scholar will die if he dies, which will at most give some public opinion pressure to the police station.

But when this scholar is a psychological consultant of a big family, his nature changes because he may know many secrets that are not for the sake of external people.

Any family will instinctively want to figure out the cause of the other party's death.

His death became a big deal.

Dean was a little unhappy about it.

But life is not satisfactory in the world, eight out of ten.

He is still a sapling.

Since you have enjoyed the other party’s protection, if you don’t have any trouble, it is also worth it to do some effort.

Dean exhaled a sip of smoke: "Well, I will do my best in this case, but, Captain, we are not currently driving back to the Detectives' office."

Meng En smiled faintly: "Yes, we are now preparing to rush to the woods where the bodies were found."

"The crime scene discovered in the morning has not been removed yet?"

Meng En shrugged: "Because I think this may be more helpful for you to solve the case."

He had a mysterious confidence in Dean.

Because the case is special.

Meng En decisively asked Old Hunter and others to maintain the scene, but did not take the body back to the forensic department for autopsy according to the procedure.

Dean: "."

Meng En told everyone in the Fourth Squadron and the Forensics Department nakedly: I only believe in Dean, not you!

This is for the whole.

now.

Grove.

Under several searchlights, it shines here as if it was during the day.

A group of big men squatted in a corner, spitting out clouds and mist, playing cards with great pleasure, without any worries or discomforts in waiting.

“FK!”

Harry, who was not lucky, threw away the cards in his hand and looked at Holz, who was happily collecting money, depressedly: "Man, you are lucky today. Speaking of which, where are your two little assistants?"

"I went back to school to study." Holds looked at Harry like a terrible person: "They are just coming to have a temporary internship, officially joining the company, and need to wait for them to graduate, and"

He took a breath of cigarette with some sadness and lay down, even the happiness brought by winning money was a little less.

"And what?" Old Hunter, who was originally yawning, was in spirit.

With his intuition to being a police detective for many years, he felt that there was a miserable and touching story hidden in it.

Holds glanced at the old fried dough and said silly:

"And, they have become Dean's shape, so don't think about whether there are any or not.

You can never guess. I asked them why they were willing to break up with Dean, the scumbag, and how did they answer me!"

“Tell me.”

Harry, Old Hunter, and Robert, who had just returned from the water, said in unison.

Gossip and eat melons.

No distinction between men and women.

Holds a cigarette in his mouth and lets the ash fall on his feet, pointing at Harry:

"They said they didn't want to go to work one day in the future and take a day of sick leave!

FK, those are two women!

I absolutely don't believe that someone has such strong combat power!

Dean, there is definitely something wrong with this guy.

I even suspect that he was reincarnated by a male donkey, or that he had a donkey whip transplant. When he died one day, I would definitely apply to help him with his autopsy.”

Dean, who just got out of the car, walked over: "."

grass!

Four big men, huddled together, don’t talk about women, talk about their own...Big brothers?

When will the Fourth Squadron be so angry?

Holdz said vigorously, but he didn't see Harry and the other two. His eyes looked at him full of pity.

He was about to continue venting his dissatisfaction, but he had a powerful and powerful hand covering his rather barren "fasting".

Holdz's legs shrank and his body stiffened.

Dean stood behind him and smiled and said, "Say, Holtz, the environment here is so good. Do you want to try the happiness of your stomach in one step?"

Simple and noisy.

Dean looked up and said, "The captain was on the way and told me what happened. Now I will start investigating the scene and resolve this case as soon as possible. At that time, I will invite everyone to the best stripper bar in Los Angeles to have fun!"

Several miserable patrolmen beside him plucked up their courage and shouted: "Inspector Dean, do you include us?"

"Of course." Dean habitually bribed people's hearts: "Have you heard a word? When you stand with Inspector Dean, then congratulations, you will gain money, credit, and women! Because there is no case that can block his eyes!"

Anyway, no matter if anyone has heard of it.

From today on, there will be.

This is why Harry and others did not complain about Dean because of Captain Meng En's arrangement.
To be continued...