"one!"

"two!"

"three!!"

bump!

A loud bang came out, and the door of a small white building in the wealthy area of ​​Area A was directly knocked open by a policeman with a big belly with a breaking hammer. The door was hit by a huge force and was fiercely pressed against the wall.

“COPS!!”

Heisenberg's partner was wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a rifle to rush in with aiming. Heisenberg threw out the breaking hammer, took out his gun and aimed, shouting: "Performing official duties, everyone is lying on the ground with their hands in their arms, NOW!!!"

On the left side of the room was the living room. On a round table in the living room, there were four black men playing cards. The moment Heisenberg rushed in, they were indeed shocked. But a second later, the slightly higher-end gangsters slowly stood up without panic and lay on the ground.

"How many people are there in this house? Are there any other people besides you who have weapons on them?"

Heisenberg searched four pistols from this man in the past, each of which was a new gun. He was afraid that there would be other militants hidden here, so he asked this question.

"SIR, besides us, you are the only one. Who else can you see? Ghostly souls?"

The black man who was used to talking back just finished saying this, Heisenberg had already kicked him in the waist and the huge force kicked the black man trembled violently: "Bastard, it's not time to ask questions yet."

"Yeah!" The black man was kicked and groaned, and the other black man next to him opened his mouth and fought back: "Do you have a search warrant?"

Click.

The lock on the back door of the house was opened by Heisenberg's partner Joey. He was originally responsible for guarding the back door, but was afraid that the client would let the police go and handle the case illegally and walked in with Christina on weekends. In the United States, it would be a serious matter if the police broke into someone else's house without a search warrant, at least it was written in the law.

"I just said that we shouldn't use a breaking hammer. If we can't catch the client, we will be complained. Heisenberg, you're too impulsive. This is just a prostitute, not a drug nest. Why are you so anxious to rush in? Do you think they can flush half a dozen ** into the toilet and destroy evidence?"

Christina followed Heisenberg's partner with a gun and slowly walked upstairs, and while walking, she was still joking.

I didn't go upstairs on the weekend, so I went to the living room downstairs with a gun and a big-bellied grasshopper man to watch four gangsters lying on the ground.

Originally, there should be a disturbing sound of people. Downstairs, a group of women wearing only pajamas and half-exposed were sitting to please the prostitutes. But in the near future, everything has not been the case. It is clean as if it has just been cleaned, without any illegal smell.

"Hey, COP, I'm asking if you have a search warrant."

The black man was quite anxious to ask, and then he said, "You also saw that the weapons on the table are all new, all bought from Walmart supermarkets, with legal registration, and the four of us have no evidence. Mr. Police, do you want to tell me the reason for the illegal entry now, or do you want to wait for my lawyer to come and talk about it?"

"By the way, don't expect to falsely accuse me of "prostitute-house" and "sell-lut-women" and organizing "sell-lut-lut-lut-rot-rot-rot-rot-rot-rot-rot-subt-rot-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-rot-subt-subt-rot-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-subt-sub

They are prepared.

On the weekend, I couldn't figure out why these guys were prepared. I didn't know how to come to this prostitute - before I came to the yard, why did this gangster be so prepared? If I were to be so full of it. If I were to infer from the current situation, Christina and Heisenberg's partner Joey would not have been able to bring any prostitute - guest or prostitute - from the upstairs. They were like they knew they would be inspected by the police, and they wanted to dress the house into a clean church.

The big-bellied grasshopper man was still quarreling with the hooligan: "DOG, the house under your name is yours. How old are you this year? 24?25? How many legal job opportunities have you had? Why do you own such a good house? Zhou, a policeman who receives a monthly salary in the police station still owes a large bank inheritance tax when he inherits the $420,000 house left to him by his parents. Can you own a house that is so luxurious in the wealthy area?"

"I will definitely ask the lawyer to complain about you!" The black boy was still seven people who were dissatisfied and angry, obviously because he had a clear understanding.

"Zhou, Heisenberg."

There were shouts coming from the upper floor, followed by footsteps on the stairs. When I saw Joey and Christina's figures over the weekend, Christina looked at him and shook her head, which meant, there was nothing.

The black man lying on the ground and stabbed saw this scene, as if he had just experienced a victory in a war, shouting at Heisenberg: "WHO'S-DADDY-NOW."

It seems that I have been in trouble.

Four policemen broke into the brothel that they were singing every night, but only found four men in this house. They were not prostitutes. The key problem is that they have no search warrants. If the blacks are right, they will be prosecuted, as long as four blacks are in a serious way, even the four policemen, including the weekend, will be charged with illegal intrusion. Although Derek will give them the procedures for the search warrant, a harsh punishment cannot be escaped. Once the matter is in the media, the current US Ferguson case is in a serious and tense moment, maybe they will immediately become the target of discrimination against blacks.

"I know where the drug dealer is recently." Joey suddenly said this.

"FUCK-YOU-MAN! Don't try to frame it!" The black man roared like crazy.

Heisenberg squatted beside the talkative black man and asked, "Listen, we are not here for you four bastards. Yesterday afternoon, a man died in an abandoned factory in the suburbs of the town. He was shot three times and his feet were cut off. He was the son of police chief Derek. Now, the police in Montek are looking for murderers and related clues. We need a name, a gun dealer who hears gunshots or sells guns to someone."

"If I knew who did this, I really wanted to invite him to have a drink." The black man lay on the ground and said arrogantly, curling his lips.

"You don't seem to understand!" After Heisenberg finished speaking, he reached out and slapped the black man in the back of the head, and then added: "If you are willing to give me this name, we will have no conflicts, WE-COOL. Otherwise..."

"Where is Zhou?"

Christina found that the weekend had disappeared and was at the talk stall of Heisenberg.

...

This house... is really tempting to decorate.

He was wandering around the house on weekends. During this period, he walked through every corner of the first floor with his eyesight, and admired the gap between the windows and windows in the house, and saw the statues of naked women. The naked women were carved with a very vivid appearance. Some of them posed in S-shaped holding empty water bottles, and some turned their heads back and looked back with their butts sticking out. It is impossible to judge how much these sculptures are worth on weekends. It can be concluded that those who come here to have fun should be very tasteful guys.

He walked around the stairs along the corner of the wall and did not rush upstairs on the weekend. He wanted to see what was in this house, and wanted to know what was going on to make the four gangsters outside clear the place, and he also acted as if he had known that the police were coming.

He believed in a word that everything that happened must have traces to follow. If you have a clear conscience, there is no need to cover it up, and there will be no signs; on the contrary, it must cover it up, and there must be signs. The more such signs, the easier it is to go up. This is the way to solve the case. Following this path is a crime, and going up against the current is what you are doing on the weekend.

Therefore, when observing this room on weekends, he used various postures to look at it. He stood, sat, squat, lying, and used any method to check every corner that was easily overlooked by other postures. He must find out what these gangsters were trying to cover up.

Unfortunately, it was not the perverted murder case that forced him to use his real skills on the weekend, but the prostitute who was likely to have a "illegal intrusion" punished him - the court. If a "black policeman" was punished with "illegal intrusion" on his back, what would the files be like? The Ministry of Internal Affairs will definitely pay attention to him at that time.

Crunch.

On the weekend, I pushed open the door of a room next to the stairs. It was a toilet, a very clean toilet.

When he walked into the toilet, he first stood and observed the ceiling on the weekend. When he confirmed that there was no abnormality, he began to sit on the toilet to investigate the wall. The wall seemed to have just been whitewashed. Finally, he endured his reluctance and lay on the ground. At this time, he turned his head left and right to observe the corners of the wall and the corners that were invisible when standing and sitting, such as under the toilet...

The real solution to a case is not just a sensible person who says "super, super, super, super" and a few Sherlock Holmes-like reasonings, which cannot be believed by judges and juries. To solve a case, one must always have evidence before there is reasoning, otherwise no inference will stand.

"Kerry, I need your coke, ruler, and a piece of white paper, the coke in the car!"

He finally found something on the weekend when he was lying on the ground, which made him confused.

It was a drop of blood, only one drop, hidden beside the toilet. If you weren't lying on the ground on the weekend, you would never find the trace of this drop of blood. What's more interesting is that there was no sign of splashing out of the blood, it was a very round drop. It was hidden in the corner that was hard to clean and difficult to find, and mixed with the dust that has been ignored by the cleaners for a long time. If it weren't for the different colors and too many similar drops of blood seen on the weekend, you might not be able to recognize it at a glance.

This drop of blood means that the distance of blood drops is not high, at least not dripping from the chin of the human body, because from the chin, the blood drops will more or less splash out, which will be the sun-shaped shape of the children's paintings, and the distance is there. The human body can cause blood drops to fall in a few places, including the tip of the hair, chin, earlobe, nose tip, fingertips, and that's all. The roundness of the blood drops rather than elliptical or cone, can prove that the blood drops fall directly instead of being thrown here.

From this, it can be confirmed on weekends that the blood is not the blood of a prostitute in this room - the female aunt. These women will use aunt scarves when they come. Even when the aunt comes when they are sleeping, the first thing they do in the morning is to take a shower, change their underwear and bring aunt scarves. No woman can endure the dirty blood and go around to the toilet.

So, whose blood belongs to?

The weekend is not sure yet, but he will soon be able to learn everything by exclusion.

"Hey, Zhou, where are you?"

"bathroom."

When Christina walked in, she held a piece of paper and a cup of Coke in her hand: "What are you doing?"

"Where is the ruler?" Zhouzhang did not answer her, but asked directly.

"Where do I have a ruler?"

"Go and borrow from your neighbors."

Christina rolled her eyes, ran out without saying anything, and when she came back again, she was holding a tape measure in her hand.

The first step to taking the tape measure on the weekend is to measure the diameter of the drop of blood. After measuring the diameter, the numbers are kept in mind. The next step is to find a position that can directly drop blood at the closest to the back of the toilet. However, this position has been searching for a long time but has not been studied. The key is that it is really awkward. Every time you want to lean on the toilet tank and your hands naturally droop with your hands, you will always be able to hurt your back by the water tank on the toilet.

A normal person has to endure this pain and drip the blood, which is simply competing with himself. This is unrealistic. However, it is unlikely that he will kneel on the toilet lid with one leg. Who would use such a special posture to drip the blood here?

What kind of person would sit on the toilet and drip blood in that position?

Could it be that a person is numb, such as having a big heart, getting drunk...or, he is just a dead person who has no feelings at all!

I was shocked by my own thoughts on the weekend. He came to find evidence to offset this illegal intrusion. Unexpectedly...

"Kerry."

"WHAT?" Christina answered in confusion as she watched her back and forth while adjusting herself over the weekend, feeling like she was mentally ill but didn't bring any medicine.

"Pull out the ruler, press the ground with a 0CM area, and help me make the ruler and the ground at a right angle of 90°."

"Why do that?"
Chapter completed!