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Chapter 8. Real emergencies

The morning that should have been silent was broken because of the sudden appearance of a corpse, especially when the evidence at the scene showed that it was a vicious murder case, the media quickly arrived at the scene, and the first one was the Seattle Daily.

The crime investigation team blocked the scene. As soon as the investigative gangsters surrounded him, they began to study various corpses on the ground. Taking photos and collecting evidence were routine. Security guard Jack had already gotten into the police car and waited to enter the police station to explain a series of information for reference, because he was the first discoverer of the corpse and had a good personal relationship with the deceased.

Claude Harber has more important things to do. He arrived at the scene to send his daughter Shirley, because just yesterday, his newly appointed baby daughter was swung by the director and pointed it out for the students and partners of Solan, who was also a senior police detective.

He patted his daughter's shoulders, rolled his eyes at Solan, and then he got into his Chevrolet police car and left the park with a storm.

Solan is still briefing the information he knows so far, and also noting that the CSI personnel are also responsible for inspecting and handling the bodies.

"Where are the people in our forensic office?"

"They are busy with another case this morning." The conversation with Solan was a black man with a dissatisfaction, who belonged to CSI, and the general clerk of the Crime Identification Department: "Did you listen to the radio this morning? Someone found a floating corpse in Elliot Bay, which was shattered in a distorted manner..."

"Well... I know, I know, Claude told me." The weather was cool, and some sweat came out of Solan's forehead. Seeing this, Shirley hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her pocket, pursed her mouth and handed it to him.

"Then Shirley, let's go to the police station as well." Solan greeted: "Let's go and ask the little security guard and learn about the family issues of our victims."

The two sat on Chevrolet with the police light hanging. Solan saw that Shirley's face was still pale and said with concern: "If you feel uncomfortable, I have motion sickness medicine here."

"Ah, it's okay." Shirley was indeed a little panicked. After all, it was the first time she saw a corpse with such a miserable condition, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of Solan: "Just a little nervous, haha, a little bit, you can recover in a while."

In this way, Solan no longer thought about it. There were so many things in his mind now.

Judging from the current situation, I was a little anxious last night and threw the body into the sea. I would be found and filed. This matter itself is nothing. As the perpetrator, he knew what to do, but the accident in the park this morning was undoubtedly a real emergency.

CSI people need to investigate the crime scene, and the body will also be handed over to the forensic office for identification. As the direct person in charge, Solan must also use his brain.

The situation at the scene was obvious. The deceased should have died in the park. The heavy rain last night provided great help to the evidence of destruction. Considering that there were no traces of fighting in the guard room, it can be guessed that the deceased was killed while shaking a small escape by the lake, and then the body went straight into the water. The biggest doubt was undoubtedly the entire cut face and the hole in the skull.

Because the human skull is really hard, unless the murderer has some obsession, no one will do this level of behavior towards that part.

"So we can make two assumptions first." Solan said to Shirley: "One is an acquaintance who commits the crime, so when inquiring about information, we should treat that security guard Jack as half a suspect. So, we are now having a big task to do, which is to visit all people related to the deceased one by one, so as to collect any possible clues."

Shirley nodded and remembered it, and asked, "What about the second possibility?"

Solan frowned slightly and then smiled bitterly: "The second possibility is that there is a perverted serial murderer in Seattle. If we can't catch him quickly, our future life will be bad."

Upon hearing this, Shirley swallowed hard and her heart beat even more pounding. She looked at her watch and it was just now when office workers started working, but in these few hours, she had experienced many major events.

First, he heard him answer the phone in his father's car and learned about the broken corpse on the sea of ​​Elliot Bay. Then he was urgently called to Union Lake Park by the radio station and witnessed a miserable security guard. Shirley had not asked Solan yet, but she was sure that even in Gotham City, which is famous for its high crime rate, there was no new police officer who had just started working so "lucky"?

She touched her increasingly uncomfortable appetite and felt that she would find another topic quickly: "Solan, I didn't expect you to arrive at the scene earlier than my father and I. You wouldn't live near Lianhe Lake, right?"

Solan smiled, thinking that he hadn't registered his address in the Personnel Office yet, this question was really interesting.

"That's right, I live in the East Coast Boat. When I received the radio notice, I had just driven out less than two hundred yards. Now, I went south and turned right and arrived. Oh, I thought about it, it was really unlucky, this was at the doorstep..."

"You... live in the boathouse!?" Without Solando's words, Shirley had grown up and she was surprised: "The houses there look inconspicuous, but they are all vacation villas worth hundreds of millions of yuan. You won't work as a surgeon as a part-time job, right?"

Solan laughed silently, but looking at Shirley's big light-toned eyes and looking at him in surprise, there was no explanation.

He actually worked as a surgeon, and even the current career as a policeman is more than just a career record, but how can these secrets in another world be told to the real young girl Shirley?

Even Nina is one year older than her!

...

The Seattle Police Department is headquartered on the main road in the city center. There are 100 police cars available for deployment in the underground garage. There are hundreds of police officers on the eleventh floor, and there is a busy and noisy atmosphere every day.

The homicide group office today is particularly lively. One morning, two cases of floating corpses by the lake, one of which can be determined to be a vicious murder case. This situation is not something you can encounter every day.

Seattle has been peaceful for too long. The dignified murder team only has only twenty people. There is no special branch office building, but can only squeeze a floor in the headquarters. This is the best proof. Although it sounds very unscrupulous, everyone is really happy when they hear that such a big thing happened today.

"I really can't figure it out. Our place is Seattle." A young policeman licked Haagen-Dazs ball and crossed his legs. "Is it because Officer Adams has come, so he brought the security situation in his old place? Then we will be really busy in the future."

"Ederson, if you dare to spread rumors about Detective Adams, I believe Director Sato will be willing to fire you... not him." With light steps, a tall African-American girl walked into the house and looked at the young policeman with a warning look.

"Last year alone, Detective Adams arrested nine murderers, one of which slaughtered the "blood axeman" of the whole family of the shareholders of Citibank in Gotham City. That's not a simple character, I believe you understand it a little. Adams is only twenty-seven years old this year, and knows everything. If your achievements can surpass one-third of his, I will give you the position of the team leader. What do you think?"

Ederson swallowed the ice cream in his mouth and smiled and said, "Team leader, it seems that you really know Adams very well. Do you even know his height and weight and his eating habits in three meals?"

The office suddenly fell into laughter, and the African-American girl snorted and walked quickly to the window.

A police car was quickly parked down the police station building, next to it was the CSI corpse transport truck that had just returned from Union Lake Park. The police car door opened, and a tall young man got off the car on the left, and on the right was a petite platinum-haired little policewoman, Solan Adams and his rookie new partner, Shirley Harbor.
Chapter completed!
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