Harry felt that he had lost face and said to Oren in a bad tone: "Where were you on the nights of the 3rd, 18th, and 19th?"

"Sorry." Oren pointed to his head: "I have a bad memory and can't remember."

"very good!"

"Then please come back with us, we suspect you are related to many murders!" Harry took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist and threw them in front of Oren.

Dean stood aside, silently observing and learning.

In the Fourth Squadron, everyone has his own way of handling cases. He needs to learn from each other's strengths and at the same time understand the scale.

These things are not taught in school.

When Oren saw the handcuffs, he panicked: "Wait a minute, I remember, I fainted on the 3rd. I was in the hospital and was discharged on the 5th. Maria Hospital, yes, that's the name! The 18th."

He hurriedly used his clean hands to take out a booklet from under the Playboy's impurities next to him, flipped it randomly to the folder, and found the record: "I was detained for fighting on the 18th. On the 19th, I was at home, in the living room.

There is surveillance that can prove what I said."

"Have you recorded all these things?" Harry looked at the booklet.

If he wasn't worried about something sticky stuck on it, he would definitely grab it and read what's written on it.

Oren raised the special glass bottle in his hand: "No, no, no, the book only records my sales of this thing, but to be on the safe side, I recorded the transaction process and route."

"Are you selling the essence of your own children and grandchildren?" Harry looked in disbelief.

"Is this weird? A sample can be sold for one or two hundred dollars on the black market. I sell more than a dozen copies every month." Oren looked annoyed: "Man, I'm a white man. If it weren't for my lack of education,

, the qualifications are too poor and the appearance is average. If you go to a specialized institution and make a donation, you can get one to two thousand dollars, or even more."

Is there such a good thing?

Harry was moved when he heard it.

His monthly salary is more than $6,000 after tax, which is not as much as the income from beating Fergie six or seven times.

Dean rolled his eyes: "Harry, don't think about it. Those specialized agencies want this thing to sell it to some rich women for breeding at high prices. You are not qualified. As for selling it randomly on the Internet, take a look.

What happened to Oren now."

Harry glanced at Oren, who looked worried, and shrugged.

All right.

In the morning of seven or eight years, Oren might have been regarded as a suspect for selling off his descendants and used them to offset his performance.

After simple verification.

Dean and the two left the grocery store.

Oren has no crime time.

The murderer ordered the essence of his descendants online and then placed the money and goods at the agreed location without the two even meeting.

Harry also found Oren's hospitalization records through the phone, and the branch office also had corresponding detention records, which basically ruled out Oren's suspicion.

Back to the detective station.

Old Hunter and his group have returned.

But he doesn't look very good.

Dean noticed that Lawrence had also returned, and was now sitting in his seat, spinning his pen absentmindedly, and it was obvious to the naked eye that he was worried.

"Guys, you don't look very good." Harry attracted everyone's attention like he was playing tricks.

Old Hunter stood up: "Yes, it is indeed not good. Harry, we need the good news you bring back."

"Sorry, there is no good news." Harry spread his hands: "Oren didn't have time to commit the crime. The key is that this guy sold more than a dozen copies of the essence of his descendants a month. The transaction was anonymous. There were no cameras around, and he had no idea who the buyer was.

."

"FK, the murderer is playing tricks on us!" Old Hunter sat down again angrily.

Daisy brought two cups of coffee to Harry and Dean, and explained at the same time: "The identity of the short man has been determined. He is a fraudster, not a murderer."

"Then why did he appear at the victim's place and give false clues?" Harry asked curiously.

Daisy shook her head: "I don't know. When the deputy team passed by, the other party was already dead, and the body was being placed in the forensics department for autopsy."

"Daisy, the clue about the short man was from an anonymous phone call, right?" Dean interjected.

He was certain that the anonymous phone call was provided by the real murderer!

First give hope to the detective bureau, then kill it.

The murderer has been paying attention to the movements of the police detective bureau and enjoying the pleasure of toying with them.

"Yes." Daisy nodded: "But it is a public phone booth located in Queen Street. There is no surveillance around and the flow of people is not small. We can't find the person who reported it."

Two important discoveries in a row were made deliberately by the murderer.

All the clues were broken again.

The only thing that can be known at the moment is that the murderer is becoming more and more rampant and crazy.

He was even worried that the police detectives were too slow to find the clues he deliberately left, so he took the initiative to call and report the place where the short man was hiding.

This is a very demoralizing thing.

Of course, this does not include Dean.

The current situation just verified his conjecture.

The murderer was confident that he would not be exposed and enjoyed the pleasure of walking on a sharp knife. His mentality became increasingly perverted. He was no longer satisfied with ordinary murders and wanted to compete with the police detective bureau.

But the other party forgets that the more you do, the more you make mistakes.

The murderer has exposed his fatal flaw!

Now, all we have to do is wait for the results of the investigation from Laura at the gym.

evening.

The captain was favored and returned to the office with a gloomy face, calling everyone for a meeting.

The serial home invasion and murder cases have yet to be resolved.

The boss obviously put a lot of pressure on him.

"Hunter, report the situation!"

Deputy Hunter stood up: "The forensics department found that there was genetic material in the red substance on the third victim's lower body. Harry and their investigation found that the genetic material belonged to a person with a criminal record. The murderer purchased the other person's sperm through online transactions.

, intentionally left in the victim’s body!”

Meng En tugged on his collar a little irritably: "What about the suspect?"

"He died. We found him at an abandoned construction site through an anonymous reporting call. The other party was a fraudster who appeared in Las Vegas before. We don't know how he ended up in Los Angeles, but we can confirm that he has nothing to do with the case.

"

"When the suspect was found, there were no injuries on his body. The specific cause of death has to wait for the results of the forensic department."

Old Hunter sighed: "I suspect that he was threatened by the murderer before he showed up at the crime scene. In addition, the anonymous call was probably made by the murderer. He is playing tricks on us!"

"So, there's no good news?"

Meng En took off his glasses, stood up and scanned everyone.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the conference room became solemn.

Daisy, the clerk on the side, didn't like this atmosphere. She twisted her body and said timidly: "Captain, there was a murder of a wife in a hotel today. Detectives Lawrence and Dean solved the case in less than three hours.

."

Bang~

The conference table shook violently!

Meng En retracted his fist and veins popped up on both sides of his forehead: "Is this good news? Can you tell me why this wife-killing case is so similar to the previous three cases!"

"tell me!"

"Who leaked these details in front of the media? Tell me!"

The first case should be concluded today.
Chapter completed!