Chapter 180 The Man-Cannifer Demon (Add to the Master of Shuai Huahua Hall)

Because there may be someone who knows two people at the branch office.

Eve pushed Dean away and returned to the box: "Dean, I'll ask my best friend to pick me up."

"Okay, call me if you have something to do."

Dean nodded perfunctorily and left alone.

Go downstairs.

Dean met his old acquaintance Hawke.

He was directing his younger brother to coil several trash cans with warning signs, and many residents walking around were watching from a distance.

Listen to their whispers.

It seems that a homeless man was rummaging through these trash cans and found a broken hand.

"Broken hand?"

Dean's heart moved, remembering the two FBI agents he had met before.

They seemed to be tracking a cannibalism and came to Los Angeles.

Dean also has the business card of the senior Merck agent.

If this was really done by the cannibalist, the other party would be very efficient and would commit the crime so quickly.

Thinking about it.

Dean walked towards bald Hawk.

Hawke was calling the forensic department staff, and when he saw Dean, he looked surprised.

After briefly explaining the situation.

Hawke hung up the phone and said in surprise: "Dean, are you nearby?"

"I heard that the Chinese food here is good, so after get off work, I came over to try it. I seemed to hear passersby say that I found a broken hand here?"

"Yes!"

Hawke led Dean to a trash can, pointed to something wrapped in a plastic bag and said, "The broken hand is here, the discoverer is a homeless man, the guy was frightened, I asked the guy to take him to eat

Things went."

Dean took out a pair of regular disposable gloves from his pocket and put them on, squatted down and looked it up.

The plastic bag is black, opaque, with clean edges and no blood was found.

Open it and take a look.

A black and purple palm appeared in front of the two of them.

This phenomenon is because the blood coagulates after death and finally reacts to the blood stasis after the body is exposed.

This shows that the owner of this palm had died for more than 24 hours before being dismembered.

The palm is rough and thick at the wrist joint. It should be a man's palm. The broken mouth is uneven, the blood is black and red, the edges are uneven, and there are traces of unknown creatures biting.

besides.

There were only white bones left on the thumb of the palm, all the blood and flesh on it disappeared, and even no blood was found, but there were some gray marks with symmetrical positions.

Dean touched his teeth and found that it was very suitable for the marks caused by the mark.

These gray marks are most likely tooth marks.

If this is really a cannibalism.

Then the other party must have grabbed the palm of his hand and sucked it with relish, just like a greedy child eating chicken feet.

The key is that the mark is very regular.

This shows that when the other party bites his finger, he does not have any nausea caused by his actions.

And under normal circumstances.

When people face similar meat, they will have a dual reaction between physiological and psychological reactions.

In behavior, it is vomiting.

Only those who are used to it can eat real food and complete the flesh on the whole thumb without any discomfort.

Confirmed.

This is a cannibal case!

"Why is the closer it is to the time when Saul Aston takes over, the more troubles there are in Los Angeles?"

Dean muttered in his heart.

First, salad almost triggered a black demonstration.

Now there is another perverted ogre that is wandering around in other states.

Although this thing is not very lethal, its ability to cause panic is not weak at all.

For this pervert.

People have an instinctive fear.

And fear will be transmitted from person to person.

Finally, a strong social pressure was raised and given to the police.

But this palm appeared in the jurisdiction of the Fourth Squadron.

What a dog!

Seeing that Dean's face was not very good.

Hawke realized something was wrong: "Dean, this case is a troublesome?"

"What do you think people can eat?"

Dean asked remarks.

Hawke's pupils shrank, realizing the seriousness of the matter, and cursed: "FK, if you don't eat so many cheap fried chicken, you choose to eat people, how could this pervert appear in my patrol area!"

"Don't be nervous." Dean took out the FBI agent's business card:

"This time there is a scapegoat. This murderer fled to Los Angeles to avoid the FBI's pursuit. You should contact your boss to explain the situation first. I'll contact the FBI people. We are not in a hurry to interfere in this matter."

It is definitely not easy to be able to escape the FBI's pursuit across states.

Dean is not able to solve any case.

This thing is important, and luck is even more important.

Anyway, just participate.

He can obtain experience points.

Dean's first reaction was to find the blame first.

Hawke knew the principle of following people's advice and having a full meal.

He contacted his boss immediately.

Dean also called the owner of the business card, senior agent Merck.

Twenty minutes later.

The duty staff of the forensic department have not arrived yet.

Merck and his young companions rushed over first.

"Inspector Dean, we're meeting again." Merck shook hands with Dean politely, and then asked, "What's going on here now?"

“Someone found a broken hand.

After checking, I found traces of human biting on the broken hand.

According to the wound analysis, the owner of this palm should be at death before the palm leaves, which leads to the color of the palm appearing black and purple."

After saying that, Dean took them to check the broken hand.

Simple survey.

The young agent said in confusion: "Merck, this does not seem to fit the demon's habit of eating people. Will his believers appear?"

Middle-aged Agent Merck nodded first and shook his head:

“It should be him.

Elegance is carried out when conditions permit. You should know that because we are pressing step by step, he has not eaten for nearly half a month, so he eats a little simpler, and it cannot be said that it is not the devil's action."

"The devil you are talking about is the ogre you are following?" Dean interrupted.

Merck didn't speak.

The young agent who was slapped by Lawrence last time took the opportunity to perform and said dissatisfied: "This is the case we are responsible for in the FBI. You are not qualified to know this. Do you understand, Mr. Inspector?"
To be continued...