On the street, people were surging, working, watering flowers, shopping leisurely, and people were rushing to catch the bus on the roadside. But when they stood on the street on the weekend, they didn't see the breakfast stall that should have appeared here in the early morning. Even the water traces on the roadside were honestly staying there after the heavy rain last night, but they disappeared.↖

I wanted to tell the speculation I got, Stupid and looked at it on the side of the road on the weekend, and then slowly walked back to the car. When I took out the phone next to the car and dialed Stupid number... the other party's phone was turned off.

It was strange that a person who was eager to know his nephew's situation was inviting him and left his phone number after asking for help, but chose to turn off the phone on the third day. No matter how he said it, it didn't make sense. After taking a look at the time on his phone, he could only get into the car on weekends. He also had to go to the Western Conference to sign in, and could not keep too much energy on the stupid and honest.

The car drove out of Chinatown and was about to end the sign-in at the Western Conference on the weekend. When leaving the Western Conference on the West Conference, the colleagues at the branch showed unprecedented kindness. He saw someone nodding at him, and some raised their eyebrows when they looked at him. The strangers who were sitting in front of the police car in the parking lot or waiting in the cab to patrol seemed to know him for a while. This made him always lonely when he came to Los Angeles. Except Adam, he had only said a few words to the fool and felt that he seemed to be one step closer to the branch family.

This step made the whole environment no longer cold, and this step was exchanged for his real skills at the crime scene.

Bee, bee, bee.

On the weekend, I responded to the kindness of other people in the police station with a smile. When I returned to the BMW car again, the phone I didn't carry with me rang.

"Zhou, I'm Adam. I'll study the case in the General Administration's Homicide Cory these two days. I've left your study plan in the warehouse. The warehouse electronic lock password is..." After a few simple sentences, the phone was hung up. I could feel it over the weekend. Adam began to be serious and he didn't want to lose to F.

When driving, when the car drove out of the western office and entered the 77 block, a house was surrounded by yellow lines, with many gun holes on the body. Many reporters stood outside the yellow lines and held their backs to the house, holding their microphones and saying something to the camera, and all this was exactly the same as expected yesterday.

He drove slowly through the house and started to speed up the turn at the end of the street on the weekend. He didn't expect the 77th Block Branch to start so quickly. It seemed that he had experienced a tragic battle last night.

"newspaper."

I didn't have the habit of subscribing to newspapers on the weekend. I got off the car and bought a newspaper when I walked to the entrance of a supermarket in the 77th block. I went back to the car and sat on the side of the road to unfold the newspaper. The headline of the social page was that the 77th block branch cracked the largest ice in California this year - the poison case. All six gunmen were shot dead. Both sides fought for more than 100 fires at the scene. The cause of this was because the patrol officer found that the turf in front of the owner of the house had turned yellow...

California has a law that requires yellowing of the grass in front of the door to be trimmed, and the grass must be turned green no matter what method is used, otherwise you will be fined.

The California government, which has suffered from several years of drought, has long turned a blind eye to this and ordered all police officers not to inquire about the turf incident. Later, because residents felt that their houses were not beautiful in front of the yellow turf, they began to spray the turf in front of the door green. This incident was very popular on the Internet a year or two ago, and some people have recommended what kind of green paint color is more suitable for turf.

Why are the police at the 77th Block Branch becoming interested in turf again?

After reading the report on the weekend, I grinned and recorded in detail how the police found the turf yellow, how they knocked on the door politely, how they realized the danger and hid on both sides of the door in the other party's overreaction, and how they heard gunfire in the room and exchange of fire. The media praised the speed of other police officers in the area in one minute...

This is clearly a Hollywood blockbuster directed and acted by himself. At the end, a line of words was typing out when the subtitles were released - believe it or not.

Throwing the newspaper in the passenger seat and driving towards the warehouse on weekends, it doesn’t matter whether to contact stupid or honestly now. Maybe his nephew will be released by the 77th block branch today. The day after tomorrow, the breakfast stall may reopen.

bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee.

After entering six-digit passwords on the password lock on the weekend when I parked my car at the warehouse door, a gap popped up in the warehouse door. When he pulled the warehouse door open, he remembered that Adam had not allowed himself to touch anything in the room. This should be because he was used to his existence in the warehouse?

When I entered the warehouse on the weekend, I saw Adam's notebook left on a machine. The location was very conspicuous and there was no need to look for it. The notebook reads, study plan: fingerprint identification, incomplete fingerprint comparison, lip line extraction, and whether to engage in heavy physical work through palm lines contours...

“It’s quite busy.”

He talked to himself over the weekend, then put on the newer one among the two white coats in the warehouse, which was purchased by Adam.

Scream!

On the weekend when he was about to enter Frankenstein's world, he heard the harsh brakes at the warehouse door. When he looked up, the policeman who was responsible for receiving him when he first stepped into the Western Conference.

"Chou." He obviously showed no surprises. Everyone in the Western Conference knew that they were mixed with Adam every day on the weekend.

"Is Adam here?"

I recalled the weekend and seemed to have heard someone call him Wood when I signed in. As for whether he was his first name or last name, I was not sure: "Adam is in the General Administration Homicide Department, probably for the past two days. If you want to find him, you can call him."

Wood looked puzzled and said, "I don't want too many people to know."

He raised his hands over the weekend: "Sorry, I didn't mean to let you reveal **, just tell you where Adam is."

"What are you doing?" Wood stepped into the warehouse. He saw a very soft brush brush brushing on the weekend under a lamp. The teacup was covered with fingerprint powder. Then he took out a transparent, cellophane-like thing and printed the transparent cellophane in the position of fingerprint powder under the purple light. At that moment, a fingerprint was printed and on the transparent cellophane.

"Mini Game," replied the weekend: "I'm here to learn forensic science with Adam, and now the progress has been to extracting and comparing fingerprints."

Wood looked carefully and asked, "The fingerprint on the underwear... I mean, if someone touches something of cloth, can he extract the fingerprint?"

"Yes, as long as the fingerprint on the underwear is not too awkward and is not covered by liquid, otherwise it will be a little troublesome." The meaning of the weekend is that most cases where fingerprints are extracted on the underwear at the scene are sexual - infringement cases. In such cases, no matter men and women, there will be special liquid discharge. If the fingerprint happens to be covered by liquid, then...

Wood suddenly moved his eyes watching the teacup to the weekend, then paused for a long time before he reacted slightly, his expression was very awkward.

"Oh~ This is a very boring job."

"That's right."

Even the transitional words to resolve the awkwardness seem awkward.

I don’t know how Wood found this on weekends, nor do I know what Wood is going to do. Anyway, Wood just stood there motionless, and said from time to time: “Well, I actually sent Adam in a police car many times before you came, so you know that Adam’s financial situation is not very good.”

"Uh~ Extracting fingerprints is not too difficult, but... Zhou, I have a friend..."

"Your friend has a wife. Your friend is busy at work, so his wife cheated. In order to get evidence of cheating, he took a pair of underwear to give you a try and ask you to help you determine if there are fingerprints other than him. With this evidence, you can be in the leading position in the legal court. And your position is that you can play casually when you are not married, and you must focus on it after getting married. Even if love and family are not the same, you should divorce first when you cannot continue your life and should not accept the temptation from others first."

This was what he thought about on weekends. He just put all his thoughts on the fingerprint extraction and came to his senses and understood the scene in front of him. In order to save face for Wood, he said nothing.

Wood's next words were similar to what he thought on the weekend. Although he was not accurate enough to be a word, his meaning was exactly the same: "In order to leave enough face for my friend, I cannot go to the forensic department to ask for help..."

"Lie again." I never believed Wood's words on the weekend. If his friend's wife really cheated, he would probably go straight to the forensics department. Maybe he would talk to his acquaintances for a few words about the world. This kind of thing happened to others is a joke, and it would only be hidden if it appeared on himself, for fear that others would see any clues.

"Ok." He agreed on the weekend, without exposing Wood's lies.

"I mean, can you help me identify this pair of underwear?" Wood took out a plastic bag in his hand. The green underwear with lace edges was in the plastic bag, but when he finished speaking, he found that the answers on the weekend were faster than he asked questions.

At this weekend, looking at Wood, "But before extracting fingerprints, I hope you can call your friend outside the warehouse and tell him that no matter what the result is, you must calm down. Tell him that when you have anger in your mind, think about these few more words: Two hours after a person dies, the temperature of the body will drop by 2 degrees, and the next 1.5 degrees (Fahrenheit) will drop by 1.5 degrees per hour. Now the forensic department's internal thermometer can even accurately judge the death time to a terrifying time.

Inside, this proves that it is difficult to create evidence of absence when killing people. There are six pints of blood in the human body, and it will be a disaster when the blood flows out. Your friend will never imagine that the speed of blood flow and the speed of splashing will make the murderer appear in the true form. In addition, if you kill someone with a gun, you must consider whether the gun seller is reliable. If you kill someone with a sharp weapon, you must consider the wound. If you kill someone with a blunt weapon, you must ensure that there is no blood splatter on the wall. At the same time, be careful about fingerprints, fibers, skin tissue, and hair being left at the scene, which will lead to arrest."

"What I want to say is that assuming he is not 100% sure about the fight with the Homicide, Adam, F, it's better to calm down and not do stupid things."

"Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this. If I need help, I will make these two lives worse than death. Your friend does not have to bear legal responsibility at all. If your two friends really hate them very much."
Chapter completed!