Solan Adams was sitting in the newly issued police car and was slowly driving along the coastal road in the west of the city. In Seattle in September, the weather began to turn cold, but he still had his windows wide open to breathe more salty sea breezes.

Solan is a senior police detective who just arrived at the Seattle Police Department at noon today, and the archives record his age at 27 and his career with only five years.

Solan knew the importance of the situation in the jurisdiction immediately. As a member of the new report, although he should have had a normal rest tonight, he still volunteered to start the night patrol. Because although Seattle is a nationally renowned livable city, far from the crimes on the East Coast, since he was appointed to the homicide team, he naturally had to take responsibility.

Just as he drove past the wide dock on the west side, the on-board radio heard the voice of his colleagues.

"Hey man, I'm Claude. Where are you at this moment? Do you have time to do me a favor?"

Solan whistled and picked up the phone and said, "Eliot Harbor Road, just passed a cargo unloading area, and the railway on the left just ended. What's wrong, man, have you eaten your stomach?"

"Uh... it's true. I just received instructions from the center that someone called the police near the Memorial Park. It was probably a homeless man. He claimed that he had found a blood-stained railway worker uniform on the railway tracks. I was really diarrhea, so please help me see it."

Imagine a bearded man in his fifties, squatting in a public toilet while hurriedly contacting him. Solan smiled meaningfully: "No problem. But old man, I'm the young chicken I just reported at noon. Where is the memorial park you mentioned?"

"Tender chicken is a bullshit! OK, wait for me to send you a GPS, oh damn it!"

The opposite side hung up the phone in time, but Solan still heard the sound of "unloading goods". It seemed that the old guy couldn't hold it in.

A moment later, the Huawei phone on the co-pilot rang out, the map was located, and the destination set off along the current highway, two miles north.

Solan immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the Chevrolet police car drove forward quickly, swept along the rails across the last dock unloading area, and then finally arrived on a secluded path.

Going forward here, it is all part of the memorial park. On the right are green belts and railways, on the left are stone walking paths and stone-built seabeds over nine feet high. Because it is late at night, there are not many pedestrians here at present.

Except for a ragged tramp, he stood in the middle of the road. When he saw the police car approaching, he shouted and trotted towards him.

Solan stopped the police car and poked out from the window: "Are you the caller?"

The homeless man was dressed in rags and had a stubble, but was full of energy, his eyes widened. After running to the police car, he even breathed a few more breaths.

Then he pointed northwest: "Officer, I walked all the way along Elliott Street, uh... well, probably to the north. Anyway, it's probably the same piece of railway in front, and I can't remember the signboard. Anyway, you know, I picked up blood-stained clothes on the track!"

Solan waited for him to finish his words patiently, and at the same time glanced at the scavenger bag on the other party's back. The bag was full of things, and it was quite large and half a person tall.

He sniffed his nose, and a strong smell of blood condensed there, which was definitely not something that a small amount of female products could accumulate.

He reminded: "Man, what is your bag in it?"

"Oh yes, it's just a bag, it's a bag!" After talking for a long time, the homeless man remembered what the point was, took off the bag and opened his mouth.

The dark blue railway worker uniform was exposed at the mouth of the bag, almost completely soaked in blood, and an extremely rich smell of blood dissipated, and ordinary people might even feel sick if they smell it.

Solan opened the car door and headlight and hurriedly asked the tramp to take the uniform out of the bag. This was the uniform top and part of the pants, because they were all torn. The top seemed to be pulled off by someone. The pants were torn to pieces by the perpetrator because they were well known to be difficult to take off, and they were torn to pieces by the perpetrator, and they were really all soaked in blood.

"The blood hasn't dried out yet!" the homeless man said nervously: "I was really scared at that time. Police officer, even if I wiped my neck, I wouldn't have shed so much blood, right? And I haven't found the body yet. Do you think this is the plot in the plasma film? What's going on?"

Solan did not answer the homeless man's nagging, but just carefully observed the torn uniform. The murderer obviously took off his clothes with his hands, and the edges of the cracks in the clothes were also caused by forcibly tearing them, rather than cutting them with scissors and other tools.

The clothes were spread on the ground, and blood was obviously sprayed from the neck and downstream, so the murderer must have attacked the victim's neck first. Observing the cracks in the trousers, the murderer should have grabbed the victim's waist and tore the pants apart with extremely strong brute force, and pulled off the legs of the pants and threw them away.

"I see."

Solan nodded, stood up and patted the homeless man on the shoulder: "Thank you for calling the police. I will find the murderer immediately, don't worry."

The homeless man was thanked and touched his head embarrassedly: "It's nothing, but I was also very jumped..."

"So I forgot everything about tonight."

Solan said, his hand still on the other person's shoulder, and his handsome eyes stared firmly at the homeless man's eyes.

He paused word by word: "You didn't find this bloody outfit, you didn't call the police, you didn't see me and submit evidence. You are very sleepy now, you need to sleep now, go to bed."

"I'm... very sleepy now..."

The homeless man's eyes became confused, and then he muttered softly what Solan said last, and walked swaying towards the lawn on the right. With a bang, he lay down like an iron bridge, and then a snoring sound rang.

Seeing that the witness had solved it, Solan quickly picked up the huge scavenger bag and quickly stuffed the blood-stained uniform spread on the ground back. The homeless man was also panicked. He did not guard the scene of the incident but found the police car by himself. There was inevitably some blood on the scene of the incident and the road here. However, the weather forecast said that there will be rain in Seattle tonight, so the traces will be eliminated.

Solan didn't waste any more time and put the scavenger bag in the back seat of the police car.

The bag was open, and the smell of blood floating inside was the best clue. Solan took a deep breath, and the sea breeze everywhere in the cool night sky brought a salty smell, but as long as he had a sample, he could easily capture another smell mixed in between.

Not far from here.

This memorial park is actually a green belt walking path along the embankment. The Elliott Bay Trail winds through here, with a length of more than one mile, and the whole journey is not complicated, so the authorities have also placed many benches for hikers to rest. However, it is late at night, and even if you walk the whole journey, it is difficult to see many pedestrians.

After locking the police car door, Solan disappeared directly.

With human vision, he appeared directly outside fifty yards the next second.

The winding blood stains came along the railway track on the right side of the south, leading into the seawall, which was the bottom of the gravel pile on the slope. The murderer obviously did not take the body too far, so Solan only ran for 300 yards quickly and arrived at his destination.

Standing on the walking road and staring at the embankment, Solan picked up the phone first, was silent for a moment, and began to report to the headquarters.

"This is Brave Six, this is Brave Six, and has arrived at the police call. False alarm, duplication, false alarm, finished."

It was enough to say that, he turned off the walker and stepped onto the embankment with his leather boots.

Tonight is the southwest wind, and the water flow in Jipit Bay is constantly pouring into Seattle from the north. Therefore, the waves in Elliot Bay in front of you are really not small. The sky is dark and dull, and I believe that heavy rain will fall in less than an hour. The temperate oceanic climate makes Seattle rainy all year round, which often causes a lot of trouble for crime scene investigations.

At this moment, Solan thanked for the weather.

He looked down at the bottom of the embankment directly below. The sky was drowsy, but his night vision was extremely clear.

It was only one foot from the sea, and the body of the railway workers was lying on the pile of gravel on the slope. It had been broken, and its abdomen was even empty. The rolling blood penetrated into the cracks of the rocks and flowed to the sea, and it had almost dried up.
Chapter completed!