The sky is dark tonight, the moon hides behind the clouds, and the sky is dotted with a few sparse stars.
130 West Ninth Street.
When Thomas and Dean arrived at the scene, several police cars were parked nearby, and two ambulance personnel were carrying the body covered with white cloth on the stretcher into the ambulance one after another.
Dean opened his God's perspective and took a look at the white cloth. A pale woman with a clear mark on her neck was lying inside.
He turned his head.
A police officer was setting up a cordon around the entire front yard, and not far away several companions were inquiring about information from other residents on the block.
In the yard, at the door of the house, another police detective with a burly build, a Mediterranean face, a poker face, a typical American butt chin, a straight waist, and great style was talking to a man with tears streaming down his face.
Thomas led Dean into the cordon, and a sobbing voice reached his ears.
"My Carter was alive and well before I left in the morning, and she asked me to come back early to celebrate her birthday." The man cried, "But the bank was too busy at work, so I didn't get off work until nine in the evening. I'll see you when I get home after picking up the gifts." The door and windows of the house were wide open, and she was lying on the kitchen floor with a black bruise on her neck and her whole body was stiff and cold."
"God, why did you take my wife away so cruelly!"
The man's eyes were obviously red with emotion, but his fair skin, tall figure, and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look feminine.
Dean, who came closer, felt a little awkward and frowned unconsciously.
"Sorry, man, I'll excuse you for a moment."
Detective Mediterranean greeted the man and led Dean and Thomas Dian towards the garden edge of the front yard.
He glanced at Dean like a curious baby.
"The case is in charge of Team Five. You shouldn't be in a place like this, especially Dean. You are still a volunteer and this is against the rules."
"Leader Carl, don't be so serious," Thomas explained. "Dean will join the LVPD sooner or later. Now we just need to see it in advance. Don't forget Lake Mead. We all owe him one!"
"Okay, Dean, don't go into the house and don't touch the evidence..."
"Just think of me as a camera." Dean nodded.
Carl began to tell the two men the ins and outs of the case.
"The hostess of this home, Carter Burton, was killed in the kitchen. The cause of death and the specific time of death are still under investigation. She was 30 years old and worked as a teacher in a nearby school for special children."
Karl turned to the man in front of the door,
"This was her husband, Bud Burton, who was the first to discover the deceased. He was 32 years old and worked in a nearby bank. The couple had lived in this house for more than three years."
"Teacher and bank clerk," Dean muttered, "are both respectable professions."
"This neighborhood is considered an old white neighborhood...it requires residents to work, and the public security situation is very good. I don't remember that there have been any major cases in the past five years." Karl sighed, "But if nothing else happens, the housing prices will rise after this time." Down.”
"Can I talk to him?" Dean glanced at the sad man not far away.
"Okay, but be careful, kid."
…
"You have a very good relationship with your wife." The three of them returned to the man again.
"We have been married for three years and have always been loving and harmonious... we have never had a quarrel, as the neighbors can testify." The man said solemnly without raising his head, "I love her more than my life. I would rather trade my life for it." she!"
"Don't be too sad. The only thing we can do now is to catch the murderer."
Dean comforted him, and then stared at the system, "In recent days, has your wife had any enmity with other people, or had any minor rifts or conflicts?"
The man thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Carter is cheerful and enthusiastic. She has a good relationship with neighbors and colleagues. Everyone likes her very much."
"She is someone who can't hide her words. She would definitely tell me if she had something on her mind, but she didn't."
Karl started to write down records,
Dean racked his brains and asked again,
"Then has there been any abnormality in her behavior recently, such as being suddenly nervous or having nightmares?"
The man shook his head firmly,
"As her husband, I don't sense anything unusual."
"Then when you got home, did you check everything at home?" Karl stopped Dean's third question and asked instead, "Have any valuables been lost?"
"As soon as I got home, I found... I found that she had stopped breathing... Wuwu..." The man wiped the crystal at the corner of his eyes with his right little finger, covered his mouth and choked. This action made Dean even more awkward, "I I called 911 and searched all the bedside tables and closet drawers in the bedroom at home. I remember clearly that there was a thousand dollars in spare money in there, but it was taken away, and Carter's box of gold jewelry was also missing. unknown."
"You are definitely lost. Did you forget it somewhere or dispose of it?" Karl asked.
"I am sure."
Carl started writing notes in his notebook.
"Describe the characteristics of the lost gold jewelry."
"A necklace composed of a prismatic gold buckle...a gold ring with a hollow rose pattern...the weights are respectively..."
"Do you still have the receipt for purchasing the jewelry?"
"Well, I'll give it to you later."
…
Several people chatted in front of the door for two hours.
until twelve o'clock in the evening.
The flashes and clicks of indoor cameras stopped.
Several police officers dragging a huge plastic bag and Holden Ford, who held a bulging document bag under his arm, left the door.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly took off his white gloves, with a tired look on his face.
"Holden, why are you here?" Dean waved to him,
"Assist in the investigation, I'm preparing to notify you tomorrow." Holden was a little surprised to see him.
"Mr. Police, have you found the murderer?"
Bud came around eagerly and asked,
"I can understand how you feel." Holden said regretfully, "But first we have to take the evidence back for analysis... We also have to conduct an autopsy on your wife and combine all the evidence before we can draw a reliable conclusion."
"So Carter, was it painful for her to leave?" Bud said cautiously, with pleading eyes.
"Based on the current examination, she walked very quickly..." Holden hesitated, "She did not suffer much torture, and there were no signs of violation on her body."
Bud breathed a sigh of relief, tangled his fingers on his chest, and said through gritted teeth,
"Everyone, please help me catch the murderer!"
The man's words fell into place.
Dean's expression suddenly changed, and a reminder flashed before his eyes.
You trigger a new event - the dead wife.
A woman was brutally murdered by someone who broke into her home on her birthday night. You need to use all the abilities you have mastered to quickly detect the case, find all the suspects, and control them!
Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress: 5/100
Deadline: 48 hours
Reward: 40 experience points
Penalty: None
…
"Don't worry, the LVPD will never let any criminal go," Holden made his final concluding remarks. "If you remember any details or are personally threatened, please contact us immediately. Now, take a shower and get some sleep. Go to sleep."
…
The group left the courtyard, put away the blockade, and had a preliminary discussion in front of the police car.
"How did Carter die?"
Thomas asked Holden,
"The murderer sneaked into the house through the window, attacked Carter from behind while she was preparing food in the kitchen, strangled her to death."
"In addition to struggling with her feet, there were residual skin flakes from the murderer in her fingernails." Holden shook a dark wire in the document bag, "The murder weapon was this electrical wire."
"The murderer is very strong. Based on the boot prints and strangulation marks found in the room, I can roughly judge that he is close to six feet three (1.9 meters) tall and weighs at least two hundred pounds. He is strong, but not bloated. obesity."
Dean glanced at the system. Holden hit the point with just a few words, and the investigation progress increased by ten percent.
"Bud mentioned that a sum of cash and expensive jewelry were missing from home," Karl added with his hands on his hips. "The murderer is probably a big black man who seeks money and murder. Everyone, please go back and work overtime later. Check the nearby surveillance videos and screen the remaining ones." Go through the criminal records and find those who meet the requirements. Remember, six feet three, two hundred pounds."
Holden nodded with a flash of light in his eyes, "The hair fingerprints found in the room and the dander residues in the deceased's fingernails were used as reference materials, which can be used for secondary screening to identify the real culprit."
"So simple?"
Dean looked at the system and saw that the investigation progress was 15%.
"This is only the most preliminary analysis." Thomas shook his head and smiled, "but the reality is often twists and turns, even contrary to our analysis."
"Yes, there are some things I can't figure out," Holden said in confusion. "The murderer just wanted to make money, and he didn't need to kill such a beautiful and weak woman."
"Judging from the traces, it acted too simply and decisively, as if it had been planned for a long time."
Everyone fell into deep thought.
…
"It's getting late, Dean, go back and rest, and leave the rest to us."
Karl opened the door of the police car and got in, obviously not intending to let this rookie follow up.
"OK."
Dean said goodbye to Thomas and Holder, and pretended to take a detour home for a while.
"The police have their own investigative methods, but to assemble all kinds of evidence and analyze it in detail, two days is definitely not enough. Well, it will take more than two days just to test various evidence."
"To complete the incident in two days, I could only use another faster method."
Dean made up his mind and drove the Bronco back to West Ninth Street.
It was already two or three o'clock in the morning, the streets were dimly lit, and every house fell into dead silence.
Dean put on his backpack.
Relying on his agility at 12 o'clock, he avoided pedestrians and vehicles and silently returned to the vicinity of No. 130 where the crime occurred.
Dean opened God's perspective outside the house and observed things within ten meters of the house through a wall.
It was pitch black and there was no one in sight.
Safety!
He tiptoed and sneaked into the room through the window without making a sound.
A quick check on the first and second floors revealed that the husband who lost his wife, Bud Burton, was not in the house. There was no one in the bedroom, toilet, storage room, or basement.
But then Dean thought about it, not everyone had the courage to spend the night in a house where someone had just died, even if it was their closest family member.
No one makes things easier for you.
Dean closed all the curtains and windows, went to the crime scene and the kitchen where a white human figure was outlined on the floor, took out the ritual suit from his backpack, put it on his knees, and then cut open his left index finger with the tip of the slender board.
Tick tock.
Blood streaked across his fingertips, dripping onto the densely packed letters and numbers on the motherboard.
The pale handwriting was stained with deep red.
Dean took a deep breath and relaxed.
In fact, a complete ceremony also requires sage incense, candles and the like.
But this was not the first time that Dean had done this, and he had mastered balance meditation. He no longer needed to use external objects to concentrate and relax.
With his blood-stained left hand, he pressed the board onto the main board, and then slowly pushed the board to rotate around the main board.
One lap.
Two laps.
Amidst the sound of the motherboard rubbing against the motherboard, he cleared his throat.
“Friends get together and we are sincere.”
"The soul is approaching, and I will summon you."
The board rotates around and around the main board.
Dean's calm voice echoed in the claustrophobic hall,
"I will now begin my divination, and ask the good spirits that linger in this house to listen to my words."
"Dear lady, Carter Burton, is your soul with me?"
Dean held his breath and waited for two seconds.
brush--
A dark wind stirred the curtains in the hall.
A sudden force surged out of Dean's hand, and he pushed the board to slide to a word——
YES!
A success!
Dean couldn't help but feel a little excited. If he continues to practice, he might become a professional investigative master in the future!
But he suppressed his excitement and spoke again.
"Ms. Carter, I am very sympathetic and sorry that the murderer sneaked into your home late at night and hurt you."
"You don't deserve this kind of fate. I decided to help you catch the murderer, but I need you to answer a few questions honestly. Have you seen the murderer's face?"
Zizzi.
Sliding board——
NO.
Dean wasn't surprised either.
The murderer suddenly strangled her neck from behind, and it was indeed impossible for her to see his face.
"So do you know the identity of the murderer, or did you hear his voice or notice any physical features about him?"
Zizzi.
This time the board moved along the main board for a long time.
Every few seconds, he would pause for a moment on a word or letter, and finally piece it together into a sentence.
"Her voice is young, full of magnetism and warmth, an alto."
The murderer turned out to be a woman.
Dean stared into the darkness, "She said something to you when she attacked you?"
"Yes."
Dean's eyelids twitched. What kind of murderer would talk to his victim while committing a crime?
"What did she say?"
The boards were moving quickly and pieced together——
"Sorry, Bud only belongs to me, I have to do this."
Dean frowned after reading this sentence.
According to Holden's preliminary analysis, the murderer was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 200 pounds.
According to Ghost Carter's confession, the murderer has a magnetic alto.
Well, Bud has a very unique taste. He doesn't like slim and beautiful women, but likes strong women.
…
"So..." Dean felt a chill on his back, shivered a little, looked into space, and asked, "Ms. Carter, your husband Bud cheated on you?"
Sizzling——
The board swings.
"YES."
"Bud's crying and crying talk about loving you as much as his life is all just a show?" Dean's tone and demeanor were full of pity.
Jiban pieced together a long answer.
"Bud appears to be a model husband. He hugs me every day and says caring words to me every day when he comes home. But he often uses working overtime as an excuse to go home late at night."
In front of Dean's eyes, a dull, pale face appeared in the dark sky.
The board continues to move.
"Bud no longer loves me. He treats me more like an unrelated sister."
…
The room fell into silence for a moment.
"The truth is quite different from Holden and Carl's analysis. It was not just a simple burglary and murder, but also to deal with a love rival."
Dean analyzed and the investigation progress reached 40%.
…
"It seems I've found the right direction."
"Bud had a connection with the murderer."
"I just need to remind Team Leader Carl to keep an eye on Bud. Sooner or later, we will be able to follow the clues and find that strong woman."
Dean was thinking this, looked at the description of the event, and shook his head violently.
"No, it's inefficient to let the COPs slowly inquire and wait. The limited 48 hours may not be enough. I must change to an unconventional way of thinking and use a more direct and decisive method to find the real culprit!"
"Ms. Carter," Dean looked into space, "do you know where Bud often goes to relax, or does he have female friends similar to the murderer?"
The board pointed at "NO".
"Then please tell me some secrets that only you and your husband know."
The board moves quickly.
"Bud has a mole on his back..."
"Bud hates spaghetti..."
Dean took out his notebook and recorded these secrets, and then spoke,
"Ms. Carter, last question, what unfulfilled wishes do you have? I will try my best to help you fulfill it."
Sizzling——
The last line of words was carved on the tablet.
"Severely punish the murderer."
"Where's Bud?"
"Let him take care of himself."
Dean nodded, stood up suddenly, raised the dart board at the same time, and looked ahead through the lens with his left eye.
Standing in front of the kitchen window was a lady wearing an elegant black dress. She had beautiful features and a plump figure, but her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes were out of focus, like a simulated doll.
Dean raised his voice with a solemn expression.
"The killer will pay."
After Dean finished speaking, Mrs. Ghost bowed slightly towards him, turned into a burst of misty green light, and slowly disappeared.
In the hidden corner, the invisible darkness completely absorbed it.
Dean stared at the empty darkness, put away his equipment and cleaned up the traces in the room, laughing to himself,
"What does it mean to help a spirit fulfill its last wish? A super-powered police detective?"
"No, Ling provides me with clues and lets me catch the murderer, complete the incident and get the reward."
"And I reward them with a little effort."
"Fair and just, that's my way."
In the midst of soft murmurs, Dean's figure disappeared.
Darkness and silence returned to the house.
