Early in the morning, sunshine and a cup of espresso formed the morning working environment of the Homicide Weekend. He sat in the sunshine and took a folder to carefully check the forensic report of the Preston crime scene. Following the clues, he wanted to guess what was happening at that time, a very strange feeling appeared.●⌒,.

If the driver said everything was true, Preston saw that the murderer was a bastard with a cross-dressing and quirky eroticism and forced him to make a two-way choice. In the case of death, would he have a little bit of a possibility that the murderer was pitiful?

Does it look like a mud foot deep in the swamp, but pointing to the stain on the trousers of the shore and shouting, "You're dirty, you deserve to die!" The madman appeared in front of him?

If Preston is full of revenge, then when facing such a person, should he be more cruel to accept the torture alive, or should he die with him and himself be more cruel?

It was illogical and proof that he imagined the crime scene so much on the weekend, but with no trace of information, could he do anything besides guessing? Of course, this weekend, when he decided to hold his tail, he didn't say his thoughts. He still knew the truth that he had learned from his mistakes.

"week."

After the elevator door opened, Dylan appeared. He walked to the weekend desk with some excitement and said, "The person has been found."

This weekend he responded with excitement than him: "You mean, I asked you to go to the near Erkov's house to find out the situation. You not only asked if our judge had brought the woman back that night, but also found the woman?"

"That's right!"

Dylan explained: "Guess what? Erkov did take the woman back to the detached house, but not the night we went before, but two days ago. His neighbor said that the woman didn't want anything serious."

Even more confused on the weekend, Dylan took out his cell phone: "Look at these two photos."

After the phone was lit up, a photo of a girl of fifteen or sixteen appeared in front of the weekend. After storing this photo in her memory on the weekend, Dylan swiped the phone interface with his fingers. After the second photo appeared, he was shocked on the weekend!

These two photos are so similar, they are similar, but not exactly the same, but looking at any photo can immediately remind people of the faces in the other photo. The two girls are completely in two styles. The first is a very pure girl next door; the second one becomes a colorful hair, a girl with a white man and a braided braid. Her clothes and a face of death metal makeup are also very nauseating.

"The first one is the purest one. It is Erkov's daughter; the second one is a girl from Queens, New York. She came to Los Angeles for her dream of stardom, and later became a woman. Do you think Eerkov could think of her daughter when he saw this girl on the street, and brought this woman into the car because he missed her daughter?"

Dylan's guess made some sense, adding the weekend: "We need to solve another problem now. If Erkov had a reminder of his daughter because of this girl, he would never have any relationship with this girl." He asked again: "How did you find her?"

Dylan, who was sitting at the weekend desk, said: "I went to the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department, asked about the area where the wandering areas - stations - streets - girls - were concentrated, and went to the weathering group to learn about some of the situation with them. Hehe, I was not sure that I could bring this woman back at that time, but just wanted to try my luck. But when I saw this girl leaning against the wall smoking on the street, I immediately remembered Erkov's face. Have you noticed that this girl not only looks very similar to Erkov's daughter, but also very similar to Erkov.

"Listen to this."

Dylan put the phone in tone. During the recording, Dylan and the girl had a very clear answer.

"Do you know this person?" Dylan should have shown the girl Erkov's photo.

"I know, he's a psychopath."

"So, have you done his business?"

"There is no business at all. He just took me home and sat on the sofa and told stories all night long. He had a daughter who laughed at him after his wife left a strawberry on his neck. At that time, his daughter would always take the opportunity to sneak attack and leave naughty strawberries on his neck and make fun of him and his wife. A year later, his daughter disappeared...bala, bala...who would like to listen to this?"

"Then what?"

"Then? He asked me if I would like to leave a strawberry on his neck and spend the night at his house, so that I can get the overnight fee without a discount. How could I refuse such a good thing?"

"You live in his house?"

"That's what I regret the most! Mr. Police Officer, I didn't sleep all night. He just sat opposite the sofa in the dark and looked at me, and said, 'If you turn on the light, you will see the difference between me and his daughter.'****, I'm not his daughter. About an hour, maybe two hours later, I really couldn't stand it. I wanted to leave, but this guy suddenly pressed me on the sofa and threatened to kill me immediately if I dared to leave. I was very scared and spent the whole night being stared at in fear. That night I didn't sleep for a minute and was going crazy."

beep.

Dylan turned off the recording and looked at the weekend and said, "How is it? Mr. Sha Zhan."

“Beautiful job!”

He gave a thumbs up on the weekend, then looked behind him and asked, "Where is the person?"

"I lent it to the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. The old Carl said he wanted to use this girl to control the wandering area - sell - prostitute - gangsters. This is a case at least." Just as he was about to speak on the weekend, Dylan interrupted, "Don't worry, I told him that no matter what, the girl can't have any problems. He also agreed to lock the girl in the interrogation room. All he wanted was confession and clues."

This Dylan seems to be growing faster than expected.

On the weekend, I didn't expect that Dylan's bottoming rebound would actually bring such an effect when all the players in the Homicide Department were almost completely damaged. Now he has someone who is easy to use.

bite.

The elevator door of the Homicide Department opened again, Lawrence walked in with a helpless look on his face and said to the weekend: "Zhou, the phone number has been checked. It is a space card (a phone number without an identity registration). It has only been used once. It seems that this line is broken."

"It's okay, we have new clues."

After packing up the information on the table over the weekend, I said to Dylan: "Dylan, take your cell phone and all the information to drive. Now, we have a reason to go to the court again."

Dylan immediately stopped him and said, "Zhou, the evidence in our hands cannot allow Erkov to roll up his cuffs. Without that scar, it would be impossible to test the dna. Going to the court again is equivalent to another shocking attack..."

"Who said I was going to find Erkov? This time, we were going to find a judge we were familiar with, in order to apply for the right to 'listen, monitor'."

American law stipulates that application for surveillance must be applied when all clues are broken and important evidence points to the target person. Even so, both the police chief and the judge need to sign, authority given by the court, and funds given by the police station. Only when two signatures are all collected can you pretend to swear in front of the judge that you will never use surveillance equipment to record any individual who has nothing to do with the case. This will allow surveillance and the evidence presented under surveillance will take effect in court trial.
Chapter completed!