Chapter 173 Dean smiles, life and death are unpredictable

Forensics department, morgue.

Two white middle-aged men were pushing a body bag and were about to leave.

A handsome young man with black hair stopped them at the elevator entrance.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, this road is not accessible!"

Dean looked at the two of them in scrutiny.

These two white middle-aged men, one is bald and wearing a pair of black glasses, looks very 'wisdom'. The other is thin and the eyes are rotating subconsciously and frequently, giving people the impression of cunning.

If a person looks like a person.

Then Dean would classify these two people into the category of great intelligence.

He couldn't help but wonder.

Are these two people taking out the signature letter of the Chief of Police Detective?

"Hey, man, we are working, can we get out of the way?" The thin white middle-aged man came forward and smiled and negotiated with Dean.

Dean shook his head: "Sorry, the body you are going to take away is an important physical evidence for my case! If you cannot give a sufficient reason, you will not take him away!"

"But we have this!"

The thin middle-aged man's face darkened. He took out a note from the lining of his clothes and showed it to Dean:

"Notice of Cases Assistance"

Assist the Huntsville Police Department in Alabama to solve serial homicide cases and cooperate in retrieval of physical evidence

Balabara is a lot.

At the end of the document is the seal of the Los Angeles Police Department Chief.

Dean looked at his eyes carefully, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

interesting.

The thin middle-aged man has been observing Dean's expression.

Seeing him showing a strange smile.

He felt a little uneasy and coughed, "Man, we are in a hurry to return to 'Huntsville', can we get out of here?"

"no problem!"

Dean agreed to it with pleasure.

The two of them relaxed and were about to press the elevator button, but a black pistol was aimed at them.

Ah this

The thin middle-aged man froze: "Are you crazy?"

And the bald middle-aged man had already put his hand on his waist and was about to pull out his gun.

He didn't believe that this young man dared to shoot two detectives from other states in the forensic department.

The next moment.

A gunshot was heard.

The bald middle-aged man just took out his pistol, but he felt a tremor in the world. A faint cold liquid slowly covered his eyes and flowed into his eye sockets, making his vision blurred a little bit until it was completely dimmed.

With a plop.

The bald man's body was hit hard by the headshot and splattered a circle of blood stains and white and clear unknown liquid, which smelled like fishy dryness.

I don't know this unlucky guy.

Just two months ago, Dean personally shot a senior forensic doctor in the forensics department.

Don't dare to shoot?

It doesn't exist!

Kill the only threatening target.

Dean looked at the thin middle-aged man who was already scared and laughed: "But, it's not that I'm crazy, but that the guys are crazy. Not only did they use fake command documents to try to take away a victim's body in the forensic department, but they also pretended to be a police detective and tried to shoot and kill a promising detective in Los Angeles."

The seal is real.

But the file is fake.

and

These two people have a fatal problem.

Dean and the others were the body of the little boy Henry who was only discovered yesterday.

However, the two so-called police detectives from Alabama came across states early the next morning to take away the bodies, and prepared the so-called director-general cooperation documents in advance.

This is completely a joke, treating people as sand coins!

What makes people even more speechless is that if they hadn't come in time, the two of them would have completed the program and almost succeeded.

I can only say that the Forensic Department, the group of people who do things according to the procedures, are all sand coins.

Perhaps some smart people realize something is wrong.

But because of ‘smart’.

So after they made sure the seal of the document was fine, they chose to shut up!

Anyway.

This matter is becoming more and more interesting.

Facing the corpse of a companion.

The thin middle-aged man's lips trembled, his teeth collided, and his eyes were red. I don't know if he was scared or angry.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard, it was you who took out the gun first, and my brother subconsciously wanted to take out the gun and defend himself. There is surveillance here, and you are in trouble!"

Dean shrugged:

"Sorry, the surveillance here was broken before I arrived. As long as you can't explain the timing issue on the file, even if you are really Alabama police detectives, I have a good reason to shoot!"

That's why Harry and Holtz didn't come.

Dean guessed that he might need to do it.

So they asked them to prepare some gadgets in advance, which interfered with the monitoring of this layer.

No surveillance testimony.

Just because the two people had problems with the signing date and could not explain clearly.

Die here.

No one dared to show up to help them avenge them.

When the thin middle-aged man heard Dean's words, he looked up at the surveillance camera in the corridor. Sure enough, he found that the camera that had originally flashed with lights, had dimmed at some point.

Facing the cold muzzle in Dean's hand.

He raised his hands from his heart: "Okay, I surrender, it's all the stupid woman who made the wrong time of the document, which made us take the risk today."

Go to jail and die here.

The thin man chose to go to jail.

Course the man.

Dean called Harry and they came over.

After the two arrived.

When Holdz saw the corpse on the ground, he couldn't help but cover his forehead: "FK, Dean, you're so murderous. This is the second time you've killed someone in the forensics department!"

Dean shrugged: "This is the morgue, and I think it's convenient for you to restrain yourself."

Harry became much calmer.

He curled his lips to the corpse on the ground: "Holz, you don't know. When Dean is serious, it means he is in a good mood, but if the corners of his mouth are unconsciously raised, haha."

Harry had discovered it long ago.

Dean, a pervert, likes to chat with the deceased with a smile when killing people, so many people who died at Dean's gun did not know what happened until the moment they died.

Hearing this, Holdz looked at Dean in shock.

Just as Dean turned his head and smiled faintly at him.

Holz: "..."

Dean smiled, life and death were unpredictable.

He could not look directly at Dean's sunny warm smile.

Holz walked to the corridor and picked up the landline hanging on the wall: "Okay, take this unlucky guy away, I'll stay and ask someone to deal with the body."
To be continued...