"I plead guilty."
In the interrogation room, in front of a large amount of evidence, Rosie Tunney simply confessed.
The police officers outside the interrogation room who had stayed up all night cheered, as happy as if their favorite team had won the championship.
And a reminder suddenly flashed in front of Dean's eyes.
The investigation progress is 100%.
The incident was completed with the death of the wife.
Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.
extract.
Experience +40
Level lv2 (20/300) → (60/300)
"What a rare thing, boy. You are young, you have made great achievements and you are not arrogant, and you generously invite everyone to dinner." Carl Rand touched his bright forehead and said in a rough voice, "Just tonight, Instead of joining the support mission, let’s go to Franklin’s Grill for dinner.”
"Listen to the valuable experiences of our seniors later and pave the way for future development." Another blond police officer, Moore, hugged his arm and said half-seriously, "And Thomas is not the only one in our team who has this Beautiful daughter, there is someone else who would love to be your father-in-law.”
"Get out of here!" Thomas pushed him in feint of anger and scolded him with a smile, "Don't even try to steal my son-in-law from me!"
"Everyone, I'm sorry, I can't drink." Dean shrugged.
"Boring boy, how can you relieve stress without drinking?
"Then you'll drink juice later."
"OK."
…
Dean was just a newbie, and he basically couldn't talk during the dinner party. Most of the time, he listened to these experienced seniors talk about the various cases they had taken on in the past, and also invited some parents, but he listened with great interest.
Unfortunately, all he heard about were ordinary murders.
The six people in Carl's group seemed to have never been exposed to the supernatural.
…
After the dinner, Dean's life returned to normal.
In this incident, he demonstrated his ability to solve problems, and was highly recommended by Holden. In addition, he modestly had a meal and got closer to the police officers.
Team leader Karl appreciated this very much and promised to follow him as an intern when receiving new cases to give him a new experience.
This perfectly solves the problem of future event sources.
However, major cases did not happen every day. For the next half month, Dean continued to do trivial volunteer work conscientiously and persisted in boring daily training.
Dean Lu
Character level: 2 (60/300)
Age: 18
Physical fitness: 12.6
Strength: 10.7→10.8
Sensitivity: 12.2
Perception: 10.4
Spirit: 14.3
Will: 12.2
…
Ability: 4/5
Fighting lv1(134/200→142/200)
Shooting lv1(80/200→88/200)
Shadow of the Past lv1(7→22/200)
Balance Meditation lv1(58→73/200)
…
Shooting has improved to this point. Dean's pistol will basically not miss the fixed target within 15 meters, and he can get forty rings with five accurate shots.
He began training on moving targets within 10 meters and rifle shooting training using the more accurate AR-15.
…
Late September.
Girls wearing cool short-sleeves and short skirts of various colors can be seen everywhere in the school, showing off their good figures.
Dean walked with admiration in the shades of the campus, but he didn't take a few steps.
"Hi, Dean!"
Under the cedar tree, a strange Asian boy greeted him from a distance.
"Hi."
"Good morning, Dean!"
Beside the stairs, a pretty junior school girl with a slightly red face waved towards Dean. The female classmates around her reacted and smiled warmly and friendly towards Dean.
"Hey bro, have you had lunch? Want some?"
The black man Wazel, who was passionately fucking Fake with a group of black people on the roadside, followed Dean a few steps and handed the tuna sandwich to him respectfully.
"Thanks, but I have my own lunch."
Dean walked quickly to the classroom, but when he saw the Mexican boy who was selling "herbal medicine" like a rich boy wearing sunglasses by the lockers in the corridor, he immediately straightened his body and saluted him.
"Salute to you, Kung Fu Master!"
…
"What's going on with these guys? The sun is too strong and my bones are softened by the sun. They can't let me live a low-key life all day long?" Dean returned to the green lawn to enjoy lunch with a group of friends and yelled,
"That can't be helped. The impact of the Lake Mead Incident still exists. Everyone regards you as a 'Superman'. Only after you graduate and leave school will your reputation slowly sink." Gretchen explained, moving He skillfully took away the unopened yogurt from his plate and took a big sip, "How are you doing as a volunteer lately? Are you still used to it?"
"Not bad." Reciprocating the courtesy, Dean took a forkful of the untouched ham from Gretchen's plate and started to devour it. "By the way, your father Thomas Allen helped me a lot."
"Since you thank him, then come with me to practice shooting at the shooting range after school today!" Gretchen rubbed her slender fingers and looked over with shining eyes, "I can't beat you in fighting, but I'll let you gain experience in shooting."
Rusty and Britney at the dining table exchanged subtle glances.
"Everyone, what's the point of practicing shooting? Why not do some exciting actual combat? It's already the autumn hunting season. Are you interested in joining in?" Baker invited, "I will be in charge of the hunting ground and hunting guide, and I guarantee that you will have a good time." addiction."
"I don't want to hurt innocent animals," Jenny bit into the fruit candy and shook her head.
"My guns are only aimed at criminals." Gretchen refused righteously.
Others also showed little interest in hunting.
Only Dean's expression moved slightly,
"What specific arrangements are there?"
"It's very simple. After getting a license through novice training, safety training, and hunting technology training, you can buy hunting clothing, shoes, socks and other equipment, and then you can sweat under the guidance of a hunting guide. In more than a month, in mid-November, You can hunt wild boars and goats here in Las Vegas." Baker introduced, "If you are interested, I will call you when the time comes."
"How much will it cost?" Dean asked,
"Do you have any weapons for hunting?"
"There's an AR-15."
"Bring your own guns and ammunition, no more than two hundred swords."
"Then I'll sign up."
The two made an appointment for the time being.
…
"Everyone, by the way, what happened to Abby?" Britney glanced at her friends and asked worriedly, "She has already taken a week off, right? When will she return to school?"
Gretchen stirred the cereal in the bowl with a spoon, pursed her lips, and said worriedly,
"She has had a severe fever these past few days. She keeps having nightmares and can't come to school for the time being."
"Haha, you must have been exposed this time." Jenny joked, "You have always cared about your good sisters, so you insist on breaking off the relationship."
Gretchen turned her head and twisted her heroic eyebrows in retort.
"Abby's house and mine are neighbors. Her mother talks to my mother about a lot of boring housework every day. Even if I plug my ears, I can't stop her."
"Okay, Miss Snarky... even if we beg you." Rust wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth and looked around at his friends, "How about taking everyone to see Abby this afternoon?"
"agree!"
"Seconded!"
…
After school, Dean and five friends drove to Abby's house, a middle-class community in South City.
The greening is great, with lush shrubs and palm trees planted on both sides of the road. When the wind blows, the fragrant fragrance of the plants drifts into the car windows.
The houses with red walls and green tiles on both sides, with front and back yards, are also very exquisite.
"Dean, what's going on?" Gretchen in the passenger seat suddenly stood up and pointed to the door of Abby's yard outside the car window in surprise.
Three police cars lined up in a row, their roof lights flashing with dazzling light.
Three police officers in khaki uniforms and wearing LVPD badges on their chests were standing guard outside the yard, their faces tensed and terrifyingly serious, with "No Approach" written all over them.
Dean recognized them at a glance as police officers from Carl's team, pushed the door open, got out of the car and walked over.
"Magnus, Crusoe, Carol...why are you here?"
"It's a coincidence that you came here. There's a new case here." The sturdy police officer with a hooked nose turned and glanced at the two-story building. "Since the boss said he would take care of you, do you want to go back together later?" Bureau?"
"What case? Abby Clark, or something happened to her family?"
Gretchen next to Dean interrupted worriedly,
"Sorry, little niece, Thomas specifically asked us that this matter has nothing to do with you, so just leave it alone and go home and stay well." Another skinny Latino police officer shook his head, "When there is new news, your father I will tell you personally.”
"Abby is my best...my classmate and I have to figure out what happened to her."
As Gretchen said this, she was about to rush into the yard. Luster and Baker also got out of the car and rushed behind her to support her, but they were stopped by a human wall of police officers.
"Mr. Police Officer, Abby hasn't been to school for a week. Is there anything going on?" Baker asked worriedly.
"Idiot, shut your crow mouth!" Rust slapped Baker's arm hard, "Have you ever cursed a good friend like you?"
"Quiet! Boys and girls, let me emphasize for the last time that this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't besiege us here. Let me go home!"
The strong police officer warned with a straight face.
Crunch——
The door to the first floor suddenly opened.
Karl, who was shiny from the Mediterranean, handcuffed a thin girl wearing denim overalls, with messy hair and thick dark circles under her eyes, out of the door, followed by a middle-aged woman who was crying and yelling with red eyes.
"Abby is innocent, she didn't hurt anyone!"
"Abby, Aunt Raj, what happened?"
Gretchen squeezed over and held the middle-aged woman's arm, looking at her good sisters from childhood to adulthood.
"I don't know." Abby shook her pale face, her thin body convulsing like an epilepsy, and her voice was full of tears, "They said that I was suspected of killing a child, what Bucky Ford Lan, but I’ve never heard of this name.”
"My poor Abby, she has been staying at home to recuperate this week and has never been anywhere. How could she kill someone for no reason?" Aunt Raj grabbed Gretchen's hand tightly, with tears in her eyes, "Save my Abby. Bee, Abby has always treated you as a biological sister.”
She looked at the stern Karl again pleadingly,
"Stop it, ma'am! I've read you your rights and clearly displayed the warrant, please don't delay."
Karl's tone and eyes were as cold as the winter night wind,
"The law will not unjustly accuse a good person, but it will only let a sinner go. Your daughter Abby is over 18 years old and is an adult. She must pay the price for what she has done and bear criminal responsibility."
The middle-aged woman shouted relentlessly,
But Carl Dawson forcibly separated the hysterical mother's hand, grabbed Abby's thin shoulders, passed the frightened high school students, and pushed Abby into the back of the police car.
"Dean, get in the car!" Karl winked at the car window, then looked at Gretchen who looked unwilling with a straight face, "You stay home, don't make things difficult for me!"
"Leave it all to me, everyone, I will take care of it, and have I ever let everyone down?"
Dean glanced at his friends, patted Gretchen's arm comfortingly, and then followed the three police cars back to the LVPD.
The back of the car.
He looked at Abby, who was so thin that her chin was sharp, her eyes were bulging, and she was frighteningly haggard, and he asked for details, but Abby was frightened and couldn't explain clearly after stammering for a long time.
He had no choice but to "eat inside and out" and quietly reminded,
"Listen to me, Abby, if you are afraid and you don't understand anything, then stay silent and wait for your family to call a lawyer. The lawyer will tell you what to do and how to answer!"
Abby nodded heavily, "I remember, Dean! Please believe me, I am innocent, I have never done anything!"
"It had better be, or God can't save you."
I feel like there is no way to change the previous chapter, so I can only skip this plot. I'm sorry.
(End of chapter)
