In the basement, Billy was cooperating with the forensic department to collect bullets that were shot into the wall. At this moment, footsteps sounded on the stairs. He said casually: "Privately, why do you need so many red lines to pull on the scene?"

Billy, who had just arrived at the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department, didn't know the work procedures here. He had never handled any cases and was embarrassed to ask these Frankenstein. Then he heard footsteps and thought he had asked this question the moment he came back on the weekend.

"The red line is divided into two types. The red line pulled in from the stairs represents the shooting line. With these, you can determine the shooting position and make it easier to find the shell that has not been taken away. The shell can determine the gun model. If the case is in a situation where the wireless cable can be found, starting from the weapon is also a better choice; the second type is blood splashed from the wound. This red line is generally used when the weapon cannot be determined. When similar situations occur, most of them are blunt.

The damage caused by the weapon must be hitting the same part multiple times, which creates a dilemma of greater trauma. After all, the weapon will leave clues in the wound, and few murderers use a knife to cut multiple times in the same wound, which is easy to judge. After mastering the blood-splattering mode, you can judge the murderer's posture, approximate height and body shape. So, you have a contour and narrow the scope. Who can make the clue of the weapon no longer help you?"

Billy heard the wrong answer to the question, but what the man said completely attracted him, which led to him insisting on listening to this passage while facing the wall. When he turned around, he was shocked by the person in front of him. How could there be such a sloppy person in this world? He asked: "Who are you?"

Billy didn't drive people directly. Although the guy in front of him didn't look like a policeman, after this remark, Billy did not dare to neglect.

"Don't I ask you this sentence? Who are you? I don't even know these things, how did you become a police detective?" Connors was very dissatisfied with Billy who asked an amateur question. He is the super sheriff in Las Vegas. How could he allow a guy who is not even as good as a rookie at the crime scene? What if this guy destroys the evidence at the crime scene?

Billy said with his neck terrified, "Private!"

"I have just become a police detective less than half a month ago. This is my first time entering the crime scene. The reason I became a police detective is because I led the Special Operations Reserve Team, who had never been to the battlefield, to win the Mexican-Drug-Owl-Armed Desert Ants. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can complain."

"And. Please leave my crime scene, please don't make it difficult for me."

Billy knew that the annoying ghost in front of him must be a policeman, and it was impossible for someone who was not a policeman to understand the forensic process in such detail. But he never expected that Connors in front of him not only understood the forensic process, but also a star figure in Connecticut and Las Vegas, which ranked first and second in the country forensic level in the United States.

"Billy!"

After following in the weekend, he happened to see Billy stammering his neck and intending to be muddy. In order not to expand the situation, he could only restrain his subordinates.

But I was unhappy on the weekend!

Who are you?

Why do you look kind and shout at others when you turn your face? Do you know why Billy became a police detective? Have you read his resume? How did you know how this person who was not worthy of becoming a police detective in your eyes sacrificed his life?

Of course, Billy couldn't understand what the face that never showed emotions on the weekend actually represented. However, the weekend was someone he believed in. At this point, he could only say aggrievedly: "I didn't do anything."

Connors turned around and smiled happily at the weekend, completely treating weekend as a star detective, rather than the person in charge of the anti-black and anti-drug department. The superiors treated their subordinates with their attitude: "I always think there should be elites like Policeman Zhou in the mature police system..." He looked at Billy, turned back to Zhou and said, "Some people? They will eventually know that they are not worthy of the police badge." After a contempt, he turned to another topic: "Officer Zhou, I have seen several serial murders you cracked. The angle is very special. I wonder if you are interested in coming to the Homicide Department? It is more suitable to show your talent, and I think you are very suitable for the position of Sha Zhan."

snort……

He tried to control his breathing as much as possible on the weekend, but the sound of breathing became hard to suppress. He had the urge to slap Connors in the face.

Connors is too much. Who has come from nothing? Billy used to be a special police officer who polished his marksmanship, tactical movements, collective cooperation and physical training every day in the SWAT team. He has not experienced systematic training. In addition, he was not a coincidence that he came to the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department and could not be allocated. So he went straight to the front line. Why are you still not over yet?

Old Carl stood behind the weekend and understood everything. It turned out that Connors regarded the weekend as one of the detectives of the anti-black and anti-drug department, and believed that his behavior of stopping Billy was flattering. After all, Connors was a newcomer. At this time, such a star detective expressed his favor with the weekend. How could he not look back? But all this is wrong. Can't the foreign gang brother treat SAS as a gangster among the Armenians, and let SAS hang out with him? How many people can bear this insult, let alone you Connors scolded the weekend's favorite player. Billy is the person who is willing to be responsible for the dangerous "quick trial" operation!

Let's wait, it's lively today.

Carl walked down the stairs with his shoulders in his arms and stood beside Billy watching the show.

"Private." He stepped forward and stood beside Connors on the weekend and asked.

Connors smiled and had not yet distinguished his enemy from the weekend. He was also the same as the sheriff who was transferred from Nevada, who had caught up with a crime scene before he went to the homicide department. He had no time to touch the police station. Even if someone greeted him first, the current situation of the homicide department, the anti-black and anti-drug department? What does it have to do with this homicide department sheriff who is about to take office?

Looking at Connors on the weekend, Connors also noticed that the star detective in Los Angeles seemed to have changed his attitude, but in the weekend, he released his whole emotions in an instant and walked to the corner of the wall and asked: "We found this basement at the crime scene a bit special. You are from Connecticut and Vegas, which are the most advanced forensic system. Can you tell me why these things are on the wall?"

Billy asked this question before going to report the case on the weekend. He had never seen a blanket nailed to the wall. He had just systematically explained why everything was a few minutes ago on the weekend. Those words are still in his mind...

Carl had already blocked his mouth with his hands. He seemed to have heard some signal. Pjanic, who was picking up the shells downstairs, stood up. The people surrounded Connors and stood in a "circle kick".

"this……"

Connors faced the wall and looked carefully at the marks of the screwdriver stabbing inside the wall. He saw plywood, glass wire, glue paper and plaster...
Chapter completed!