"What is the glove fragments roughly? Do you have any pictures? Send them to me!"

Fat Yi said excitedly.

"Send it to you right away. After finding it, don't touch it. Please leave it to us! Don't even take photos."

Zhen Nifa repeatedly reminded him, fearing that he would give the defense a chance to attack the source of the evidence.

"Don't worry, I know the rules!"

Pang Yi hung up the phone, immediately informed Quark, and turned on the Tianluo Net mode.

At this time, I went back to the state bureau's mimosa Dalton, and took a map of twenty miles around the bay, which was filled with small shops selling knives such as murder weapons and the geographical location of the small shops.

He did his best to retrieve the surveillance.

Within three months, people who bought the same knives in these small shops and small shops.

Where there is no monitoring, household registration information is tracked based on the payment records of small stores...

There is no way to check except for cash, it is airtight.

Compared with visits and investigations, Dalton prefers to watch surveillance, check population information, and sit in front of a computer to handle cases.

The computer will not always ask him the routine questions of "Young man, are you stuttering?" of these community uncles, aunts and aunts.

The communication with these small vendors and shop owners gave Dalton an indelible critical hit and psychological shadow...

In addition to tracing the source of the knife, Dalton also has the honorable task of checking the shoe prints of hotel guests.

"Uh... it's a job to deal with humans again..."

The society was afraid that Dalton was deeply hurt, so he quietly picked up his cell phone, dialed Bitu's phone number, and tried his best to overcome the fear of the stranger's voice on the other end of the phone.

"That...I'm...I'm Dalton."

"Ah, senior brother! You're back! Marcole and I were in the cafeteria. Have you eaten together? Let's go?"

Bitu's respectful tone quickly cast a shadow on Dalton's fragile mentality.

I am most afraid of sudden enthusiasm...

Dalton was so scared that he wandered around with goosebumps and immediately hung up the phone...

Although I could speak with strangers when handling the case, I was sick at the hands of strange colleagues...

Dalton mustered up the courage, and once again became familiar with each other, he called Bitu.

"I...I've eaten outside...I've eaten...I've eaten. After you finish eating...I've come to the monitoring room immediately!"

After saying that, he hurriedly hung up before he could say the word "good" by single eyelids.

So that Bitu would invite him to have a working meal again.

For Dalton, what is more uncomfortable than the activity of pulling into relationships between people is that he does not know how to reject others...

After refusing, if the other party insists on keeping him many times, Dalton's mental trauma will double.

The other party’s condemnation and disappointment, for the kind Mimosa Dalton, the mental pressure increased exponentially...

He decided to watch the surveillance slow first.

Start with surveillance from hotel corridors and hotel surroundings...

...

San Mateo City, South Point Detention Center.

Carl has been to various prisons, detention centers, and detention centers before. This is the first time that he has eaten in the canteen of the detention center as a criminal suspect.

The Nanjiao Detention Center is detained, detained and detained in minor criminals such as economic crimes or internal public officials’ dereliction of duty.

In other words, most of the people who are locked here are smart people with brains.

If you come here, you will have no worries about your life, but you may offend others, be secretly attacked, or become bad. A smart criminal can make people worse than an attacking criminal who has no brains and only kills and sets fires, fights and hurts people.

Carl happened to have a dog he knew in the South Point Detention Center.

The dog was named Mike House, who was committed to fraud and was sentenced to one year in prison.

This dog's incorrect mind but extremely clever, and the evidence has not been enough to convict

After the trial, he had been detained in a more relaxed detention center and had been detained for more than nine months.

Since the sentence is less than three months before delivery, it is not necessary to transfer to the prison, and the prison will continue to be held in the Nanjiao Detention Center until the sentence expires.

This dog was originally an informant of Carl, a gentleman who knows a little bit of the law.

Unfortunately, he was not greedy enough and went against the law, defrauding a corrupt official of unknown property and was arrested and brought to justice.

He claimed to be a chivalrous and righteous person, punished evil and eliminated evil, but he did not know that the majesty of the law could not be violated.

No matter how smart he is or how difficult the case is to investigate, there will be a day to close the case.

In the vast sea of ​​dogs, all the detention centers attended the meal, but Carl did not see Mike.

It wasn't easy to inquire everywhere, so I decided to ask a strong man who seemed to be very good at being in the detention center.

"Hello, I want to fight..."

Carl talked to the strong man watching TV.

But before I finished speaking, Zhuang Physiology's surname was trembling

Unexpectedly, the other party looked like a community gangster and bald head, with a tattoo of fingers and arms, but he was a fool.

The strong man in prison called Hank, fell from the chair all at once, panicking and begging for mercy:

"Good guy! I'm not the prison boss! Don't hit me!!"

"???" Carl was stunned.

The strong man continued to beg for mercy: "Wuuu, you are new, right? I don't want to cause trouble, I don't want to be injured. In other prisons before, they would pick the strongest and most fierce prisoners and beat them up so that other prisoners would not dare to provoke them. But I hope that the friend who came in on the first day would no longer hit me..." Hank shed crystal tears and said in a leisurely manner:

"I know I'm very big and looks very fierce and violent. Actually, I came in because of telecom fraud. Big brother, I don't know how to fight, nor do I never fight. The big one is because of the stress of being too stressed and wanting to eat and overeating. My mother said that the only one in the world who has bigger stomachs than me is my heart. Please don't hit me again if you are newcomers..."

The strong man Hank wiped his tears with his tattooed fingers.

"I didn't say I wanted to hit you..." Carl met the greasy uncle who was even more beautiful than Raymond, and didn't know how to comfort him for the first time.

Hank started selling miserably:

"I was beaten so badly. Please don't hurt me anymore. Help tell those new friends. I really can't stand it. I live in fear every day, my hands are shaking so hard that I can't knit sweaters. I knit a sweater or gloves, scarves and socks for each new friend. How can you bear to call someone who gives warmth gifts?"

"I want to ask you for someone, but you won't hit someone... and... no one here can beat me. Don't worry, whoever hits you in the future will shout my name."

Carl squatted down and said seriously.

Carl, who has a serious complex in the Holy Father, goes wherever he goes.

No matter whether the other party is a criminal or a high-ranking official, as long as he is treated unfairly, he wants to help him.

"Really? Really..." The greasy strong man Hank wiped his snot and tears with his fat fingers, "You are such a good person! I don't know what your name is yet, just don't hit me, I really can't fight."

"Carl Brian, there is a young man named Mike House in the detention center. Do you know where he went?"

"Without Mike House, you're wrong with this detention center?"

Hank, who was fat, said weakly.

"He's in this office and it's still two weeks before he can be released," Carl suddenly remembered that Mike was a vain dog who was addicted to fraud. "He is taller than me, looks like a human, smiles and has a crooked corner of his mouth. He likes to blink his right eye. He feels very good at self-addicted and has a big addiction to food."
Chapter completed!