"Leo, what did you mean just now?"

Carl, who was carrying a donut box and didn't care about calories, walked to the public office area on the second floor of the police station in a police uniform. At that time, the people in the entire office were very aware of it. They lined up in front of Carl and didn't even say hello to him and ate the donuts in the box.

Carl enjoyed it very much. He felt that the current Western Conference had completely escaped the shadow of Wood's white men. Otherwise, these guys should have sharpened their heads and leaned into the front of the hot dog cart at the door of the police station, rather than coming here to get donuts.

Leonova, who is pretty, obviously not interested in donuts. She stood at the window of the public office area with a cup of coffee. When the morning sunlight illuminated the blonde area on her head: "Don't you read the news? A woman suddenly ignited in a taxi. The homicide department has intervened and arrested the man who had dated the woman before. The case has now developed to a very strange level. The man has no ignition equipment and chemical residues on her body, but the woman is natural. The interesting thing is that the taxi driver also has no habit of smoking. Now all the media are paying attention to the development of this case, and they all want to know whether the case is an accidental death or a murder."

Carl looked around and seemed to be looking for someone to explain something to him, "What the hell are you talking about?"

He pinched the donut at his desk over the weekend and said, "She said, Allen is so awesome."

"—uk!" Carl responded completely disbelief: "How is this possible? I read the entertainment edition in the newspaper every morning and watched "The Allen Show" yesterday. If she had a chance, the news should be that I told you all to listen. You are not here to tell me."

Chekov walked over from the side, took away the box with at least three or four donuts left, and joked: "See, Carl can understand everything that has something to do with Alan."

coax.

The police station laughed in a panic, and drank a sip of water on weekends, so that the throat that swallowed a sip of donut would not dry. Carl took this opportunity and said, "Zhou, aren't you going to let us know what's going on?"

On the weekend, he was really not pretending to be mostly garlic and someone invited me to explain. Before this topic could be as popular as it is, he was thinking about another thing in his mind.

"Spontaneous combustion of human bodies has always been a difficult problem that scientists cannot explain. The so-called spontaneous combustion must be a combustion phenomenon caused by the contact of nameless fire. People who smoke have heard that the lightning opportunity suddenly explodes without anyone touching it, right? Everyone present should have seen the sudden explosion of mobile phone batteries on the Internet, right? In fact, the human body, like a lighter, mobile phone batteries, is also an unstable body."

"For example, a healthy person will die suddenly, the mystery of the human body's glow, the mystery of the antenna, the mystery of the sixth sense and whether the sleepwalker wakes or sleeps, etc."

He pondered the wording for a while and explained as briefly: "About the human body's spontaneous combustion, I think this is not very reliable. The human body's spontaneous combustion requires the flame to burn the skin and the fat under the skin to penetrate the clothes to complete the entire 'wick effect'. However, in many cases, the end of the human body's spontaneous combustion is that the corpse is burned by a large number of burning, leaving only hands, feet and even one finger. The temperature of ordinary flames will definitely not achieve this effect. To achieve this effect, only by deliberately increasing the temperature of the flame can it be possible. What I mean is that a person who has been drunk for a long time encounters spontaneous combustion of the human body when drinking too high. He must cooperate with the 'wick effect' and turn himself into a 'alcohol lamp' with a flame temperature of more than 2,000° Fahrenheit. Otherwise, it is all nonsense."

Carl looked around again. He saw that all the patrol officers around him stared at the weekend description. He felt that these guys should not understand much like him. Anyway, this thing sounds quite intimidating: "What is the conclusion?"

"If I were a detective from the Detective Bureau, and this kind of case fell into my hands, I would immediately determine it as murder. After all, it is difficult for the above coincidences to appear on a person one after another. The flame temperature is related to fuel and oxidants, especially by directly raising the flame temperature through chemical means, it can achieve a more intuitive effect. So, how unlucky people can encounter this kind of thing?"

"If so many coincidences appear at the same time and are not murder, I might choose a belief."

Leonova, who had been standing in the sun, interrupted at this time: "Don't consider whether others are unlucky. Zhou, do you know who the dead is? He is the dancer of the club in our jurisdiction."

"Don't tell me that woman died so by chance in our jurisdiction." I found out on the weekend that I seemed to be in trouble after coming to the United States, so I was not at peace for a few days...

Leonova stretched out her finger and pointed at him and said, "You are lucky today. That woman died in the jurisdiction of other branches, and it has little to do with us."

"Che."

As he said this, he suddenly called Chekov on the weekend: "Help me take the morning meeting."

As Leonova looked here, Chekov came to the weekend and said, "Where are you going?"

"Someone has given us a chance to hit Arig."

Chekov sighed to the side with his lips: "Tell me directly the result of the 'translation'."

On weekends, he laughed: "The dancer in the club in our jurisdiction is dead, right? Who will cooperate when the Homicide Department comes to investigate the relationship between the deceased and what happened before death? It must be you and me. Before that, I will contact Arig. If this guy can restrain himself, then he will do whatever he wants. If he thinks that a patrol officer can't do anything to him, when the Homicide Department arrives, we will add fuel to the fire and let Arig go with it. This is called taking advantage of the situation."

"Trouble." Chekov was not interested in this at all.

This is the main reason why he has been delayed on the weekend until today. He, the patrolman, lacks confidence when facing the middle-level Armenian gang who is legally undressing and dancing clubs.

It's like the priest who Derek can't raise his head when he suppresses Montek, but he doesn't even have the chance to stand in front of the priest. What can he do with a patrolman? At worst, he just doesn't listen to it and gives tickets to all vehicles parked at the entrance of the club. The key is that this is not a solution to the problem. At most, he can arrange two parking guys to make you unable to catch the handle.

Now, the opportunity has finally come.
Chapter completed!