North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

"What case?"

Dean looked at the distressed Harry and asked curiously.

Harry spread his hands:

"A case of disappearance.

Her brother was missing for two days.

After understanding the situation, the police officers in the jurisdiction did not take it seriously.

This is actually normal.

Dean, you know, most black children are rebellious, smoking, drinking, smoking marijuana, and staying out at night, which is the adolescence of many black children.

So the district police did not pay much attention to this matter.

But the crazy woman kept saying that her brother was murdered. "

Speaking of which.

Harry didn't care that this was a ward, he took out a cigarette, threw one to Dean, took two puffs in distress, and then continued:

"If it's just a disappearance case, for the sake of the child, I'm willing to help, but she took a small note and insisted that it was a murder case, what should I do?

The key point is that this case is not in our jurisdiction yet.

I have no choice but to intervene! "

Dean could see it.

Harry's behavior now is only because he suddenly had a child and his heart is very messed up.

After any scumbag knows that he has won the bid, he will probably be in the same situation: confused, fearful, at a loss... In short, he is in a mess.

"Man, you are not concerned with the case at all, but with the children!"

Dean blew through Harry's disguise.

Harry stared blankly at Dean, smoking uncontrollably from his nostrils to show his affirmation of Dean's guess.

Seeing this, Dean grinned: "It seems that I am right."

L3's mind reading skills are just cool!

Ordinary small characters, in front of him, want to lie or court death.

"Ahem!"

Harry came back to his senses and threw away the cigarette butt:

"Dude, sometimes I really doubt that you have mind reading skills, although I don't want to admit it, but I am really struggling with children.

I never imagined that I would have children until I was 30.

This is a disaster! "

In fact, Harry's reaction was not scum, but it showed that he had seriously considered being responsible in his heart.

This is a rare thing.

Normal black people take the matter of having children very lightly.

In the United States, except for some black families with good living conditions, there are too many black children in the lower class, who don't know who their father is, or it's useless to know.

In addition to some reasons that are inconvenient to say, this is also related to some previous policies of the United States.

If black women bring up their babies independently, there will be a lot of subsidies from the government of Z, which is much easier than two poor men raising their babies together.

This has also led to the irresponsible behavior of those black men becoming a matter of course, and even becoming a "tradition" in low-level black families.

But apart from making Dean laugh, these didn't arouse his sympathy at all.

Harry, a scumbag, should have the consciousness to fall into the pit when he comes out to mess around.

But as a brother.

The appeasement must be appeasement.

Dean suppressed the smile on his lips, and said seriously: "Harry, are you sure that woman just wants to help solve the case, not come to ask you for child support?"

Harry nodded: "The child is one year old. I looked at it. She is very cute and well taken care of. I guess she is really just desperate, and she thought of me last."

"By what means?"

"Telephone."

"Dude, don't think about this kid. No one has a one-night stand and knows the phone number of the other party. You are borrowed." Dean's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't hold back his laughter.

Harry came to his senses and looked at Dean like a goose: "FK, you mean, that woman, who slept with me, wanted to be vaccinated. She actually knows me very well and has been paying attention to me?"

"Hahaha!", Dean finally couldn't hold back, he laughed and said, "Yes, so don't think too much, tell me about the case, I'm more interested in that."

As a quality male among black males.

Harry originally wanted to be responsible, but found that he was just a tool, not even qualified to be responsible. For a while, he felt his self-esteem was hit.

He took out his mobile phone listlessly, and entered a series of numbers: "You can contact her yourself, I want to be quiet."

Leave Harry wilting in the ward.

Dean came to the hallway with his mobile phone and made a call.

"Harry, will you promise to help me?"

As soon as the phone was connected, a hurried female voice, with obvious anxiety and helplessness, came from the other end of the phone.

Except for the voice of a woman.

Dean vaguely heard the cry of the child.

He hurriedly said, "I'm Harry's friend, and I'm also the inspector of the police department. I'm interested in your brother's case. If you want, you can come to Maria Hospital XXX to find me."

"Inspector?" The woman was taken aback for a moment, and then said pleasantly, "No problem, I'll be right over!"

half an hour later.

A black woman, holding a little girl in her arms, hurried to the ward floor where Dean was.

A group of nurses thought it was just the wife bringing the child to find the father, but they didn't care.

But when a little nurse saw a woman carrying a child and went straight to Dean's ward, the nurse's station exploded!

"My God, that's not Inspector Dean's kid!"

a little nurse exclaimed

"Go and have a look!"

A group of idle nurses from the nurse station followed with gossip.

Just got to the door.

They heard the woman who had just entered scold angrily: "Go away, don't touch my child."

It turned out that when Harry saw his daughter's eyes were red and swollen, driven by his blood, he couldn't help but want to tease her, but he was directly disgraced!

Seeing a woman getting emotional, she was already about to collapse.

Dean looked at Harry: "Man, let me talk to her. As for the child's matter, when this matter is over, you can all calm down and deal with it properly."

outside the door.

A group of nurses who were eavesdropping breathed a sigh of relief.

For this young, promising, handsome, and bad Inspector Dean, these unmarried and married female nurses are very envious, and more or less have some ideas.

crunch.

The door of the ward opened.

Harry came out dejectedly, but just ran into a group of eavesdropping nurses.

Before he could react.

"Bah, scumbag!"

A little nurse gave him a middle finger, turned and left.

The rest of the nurses followed closely, each spitting on a middle finger, which directly made Harry completely confused.

Only a strong and strong black nurse aunt scanned Harry's body before taking out her mobile phone with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Leave them alone, I just like a strong young man like you, how about going to drink after get off work?" ?”

Harry: "."

Afraid, but dare not directly refuse!

In the ward.

Dean stretched out his hand: "Hi, I'm the person who called you just now, you can call me Dean, or Detective Dean, it doesn't matter."

"My name is Sarah."

The woman's emotions were relieved a lot in Dean's soft and rhythmic voice.

Sarah took a deep breath and took out a tan note from her daughter's pocket: "Inspector Dean, I really don't know what to do now, I need someone to help me."

"no problem!"

Dean pinched the little girl's face and said with a smile, "Tell me briefly about the situation first."

Sarah nodded.

She suppressed the helplessness in her heart, and after organizing her words, she told Dean what happened in detail from the beginning to the end:

The evening before yesterday.

Sarah woke up in the middle of the night because of her daughter's distress. After comforting her daughter, she went to the living room to drink water, but found that there was much less food in the refrigerator.

She thought it was a thief in the house, picked up the pistol, and was going to ask her brother to get up and search the house together.

As a result, he pushed open the door, only to find that his younger brother, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly in the room, had disappeared into the room, and no one knew where he had gone.

What disappeared with brother Sarah was also his schoolbag.

She wondered if her younger brother ran away from home with food for some reason.

After all, because of my daughter.

She paid little attention to her younger brother's behavior in the past two years, which caused him to get mixed up with a group of bad boys in the community.

Because the phone can't get through.

The community at night is very unsafe.

After Sarah sent a text message, she locked the door and went back to sleep with her daughter.

As a result, as soon as the younger brother disappeared, there was no more news.

two days later.

Sarah realized something was wrong and called the police.

As a result, the police in the jurisdiction simply registered the information of Sarah's brother and said that she would be notified if there was any news.

As a result, there was no news at all.

There was anger on Sarah's face: "These sons of bitches don't care whether my brother is dead or alive. After registering the information, I was at the convenience store and saw them sitting and eating donuts leisurely!"

"This is indeed disappointing, but Sarah, based on the information you have provided so far, it is really impossible to judge your brother's situation. Why did you tell Harry that he was murdered?"

"because this!"

Sarah handed the note in front of Dean: "This is the note I found on my brother's computer desk. The information on it made me suspect that he was being lured by some perverts!"

Dean took the note and looked at it, and found that it seemed to be part of a topographic map.

tear marks.

There is also a line of very small characters: Boneyard.

"It looks like an old map book given away in some storybooks?" Dean had seen something similar on his younger brother Thompson's bookshelf.

Some storybooks, in order to increase readers' sense of substitution, will bundle and sell characters, maps, or some gadgets, which can also be regarded as peripheral development.

Sarah nodded:

"Yes, my younger brother is not very timid, but he likes some fictional hero stories. He usually holds the book of "Three Hundred Warriors" and flips through it. The note is the map on that book.

He cherished it very much, and when he left, he took the book with him.

Probably in a hurry to leave, he clipped a corner of the map under the computer and tore it off. "

If Dean hadn't felt that Sarah was very serious, he would have almost thought that this woman had a mental problem.

Because of a map around the book, I concluded that my brother's disappearance was because someone wanted to murder him.

This is indeed a bit outrageous.

It seems to have guessed Dean's thoughts.

Sarah carefully put aside her daughter who was tired from crying and fell asleep, and then took out a stack of printing paper from her bag:

"Afterwards, I turned on my brother's computer and saw the communication and chat records.

There's a jerk in there who keeps luring my brother out on adventures and even says he has a full Spartan costume at home.

Bolt took the book "Three Hundred Warriors" with him when he disappeared.

After that, that netizen didn’t contact my brother again.”

talking.

She couldn't help covering her cheeks and sobbing: "I took these chat records to the police station, hoping they could help investigate this netizen, but the bastards still had a perfunctory attitude. I didn't know what to do, and finally couldn't bear it." Got Harry."

Dean briefly flipped through the chat records inside, his heart sank.

That netizen does have a problem.

Think about it.

He drew two pieces of paper to her: "Sara, your daughter still needs your care, so you need to calm down now. As for your brother's matter, Harry and I will take care of it, understand?"

Sarah wiped her tears and nodded.

Anyway.

She was just helpless and confused.

Now finally have a bottom.

At least the man in front of him kept talking about Harry, which meant that the two of them had a good relationship, and they shouldn't be perfunctory like those bastards.

Say goodbye to women.

Dean took those chat records and ICQ numbers, and was about to ask Daisy to look up that person's information for him.

Harry sneaked into the ward with mischievous eyes: "Dean, how are you?"

Dean glanced at the large red marks on Harry's neck that were 'sucked', and said contemptuously, "Are you referring to the salad or the case, Harry's lover?"

This scumbag.

It was also tangled in the front.

As a result, when the woman and child arrived, she turned around and went to find someone to slap her.

Pooh!

This is no longer a scumbag, but a scumbag!

Harry noticed Dean's gaze, subconsciously covered his neck with his collar, and said aggrievedly, "Dean, it's not what you think, I was forced!"

The nurse aunt obviously saw that he was in a bad mood and said to take him to the smoking room for a rest, but she took him directly to the material room and locked the door

"I'm not interested in your affairs."

Dean shook the information on his hand: "I had a detailed chat with Sarah just now, and her brother probably has a real problem now, and now I need you to collect his information, and let Daisy get the information as quickly as possible. , find the information of this netizen!"

The online world is a magical place.

Through a veil.

You never know whether the person you are chatting with is a human or a ghost.

Every year in the United States, many people end up as X slaves in the basement, auction items on the dark web, and sources of materials for organ factories because of seeing netizens

As for the wretched ones who seduce little girls and boys and do evil things.

That's not too much.

Sarah's younger brother apparently encountered this situation.

He was fooled, left home in the middle of the night, and brought a lot of food, which showed that he was relatively well prepared, but in the end he couldn't get in touch with his mobile phone.

Today is the third day of missing.

Dean suspects that Sarah's younger brother is probably gone now.

Harry obviously thought of this too, and his face changed slightly: "FK, this stupid woman, she just showed me that broken note before, and she didn't say anything about the chat records at all, I'll go back to the game right away!"

finished.

Harry left in a hurry.

As a result, before he could leave the ward, he bumped into Sha La, who had gone back and forth.

With a pale face, she grabbed Harry and said sadly, "Someone took my daughter away."

Alliance leader plus update: 20-2=20

Good night.