Chapter 291 Three Clues, Desperate Policewoman (Two in One)

"Tattoo?"

A male police officer who originally wanted to touch him quickly backed away: "FK, are you saying that the murderer peeled off the victim's tattooed skin and stuck it here?"

While talking.

He felt uncomfortable all over.

Because this male police officer has more than ten tattoos on his body.

The other male police officer also had quite a few.

In fact, the female police officer who left before had several tattoos on her arms.

Green didn't have any tattoos, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, he was a little happy: "Through these tattoos, we may be able to identify the victim. Many tattoos have special meanings. This is a very good clue."

"No need to bother."

Brian shook his head: "I smell a very faint smell of urea volatilization and ammonia on these tattoos. They would not have been preserved for so long originally, but because they were separated from the human body and the space here is relatively sealed, they have been preserved for a long time. I could still smell it for a few years.”

"Urea and ammonia smell?"

Green was puzzled: "Boss Brian, are you talking about the smell of urine?"

The two male police officers also subconsciously twitched their noses and looked at Brian.

They didn't smell the so-called urine smell except decay and some indescribable disgusting smell.

Brian nodded:

“Many countries have tattoo cultures, but the origins and meanings are different.

For example, in China, only prisoners tattoo their faces, making them shameless.

For example, many primitive tribes also have the habit of tattooing, which represents certain primitive beliefs or totem characteristics.

Early pirate culture used it to declare one's strength and experience

Tattoos in different regions have different development histories. Similarly, the raw materials they use are also different. There are plant pigments and mineral pigments, but only one place uses urine."

Greene didn't understand this.

Another male police officer was also a little confused after hearing this.

Only the male police officer who had almost touched those human skins showed a sudden realization:

"prison!

I worked as a guard in a prison when I was young.

When the prisoner gangs accept new members, they will use urine, baby oil, burned cotton, aluminum and other things to make tattoo pigments. If conditions are insufficient, they will also directly use burnt rubber, soot and urine to make tattoos. The simplest paint.

Urine is indeed a material often seen in those guys' tattoo recipes. "

"Why use something as disgusting as urine?"

Green said he couldn't understand.

Brian chuckled and said:

“Urine is actually cleaner than you think, and in the past, it was often used to mix organic biological pigments.

Organisms are also innate extractors of color pigments.

For example, if you eat dragon fruit or mango every day until the color of your urine turns red or yellow, these two pigments can be extracted from your urine.

I remember that people used to use mummies to make pigments, and they said they would not change color for thousands of years..."

“There are so many talented people in prison”

Green suddenly felt that if he went to prison, he would be easily despised.

Because he doesn't know much.

"There are also many infectious diseases."

Brian smiled:

“Prison tattoos are a hotbed of cross-infection of infectious diseases, with more infections than between men.

Green, you know, prisoners themselves are also a valuable resource, so private tattooing is prohibited in prisons. Those prisoners do it secretly, and a tattoo may take several years.

By the way, generally the longer they stay in prison, the more tattoos they will have.

Pain can give them a different feeling and make them feel like they are still alive. "

He casually imparted some knowledge to his younger brother Green that was not common outside.

Brian had learned all this knowledge from members of the Kamau family before. When they were in New York, these people were all frequent prisoners in prison.

Thinking of the Kamo family whose members are scattered...

Brian lost interest in continuing to explain.

He took the light from a male police officer and pointed towards the wall covered with pieces of human skin: "These human skins with tattoos are basically from prisoners or people who have been in prison. Of course, considering that the crimes here were committed in recent years, I prefer that these victims are people released from prison, and that is the direction you will investigate next, Green."

Green nodded and turned to look at the two male police officers behind him: "I need assistance from the local Sheriff's Office..."

The male police officers nodded: "No problem, we will pay special attention to these people. The question is, why the victims cannot be prisoners in the prison. In reality, it is not easy to find so many guys who have been in prison, especially us Such a small place.”

“Because of the price..”

Green showed his white teeth to the two male police officers: "The price of buying a prisoner who is serving his sentence is not what you want to know!"

As he spoke, he said something incomprehensible to the police officer who had previously said that he had served as a security guard in a prison: "It seems that the prison you were in before was a small prison for petty criminals."

Green's most eye-catching teeth gave off a pale reflection under the flashlight light, making the two male police officers feel a certain uneasiness.

They subconsciously chose to shut up and did not continue to ask curious questions.

The subsequent inspection did not reveal too many clues.

However, Brian discovered that this incinerator, which looked old, had been modified very precisely. It could compress the outside air into the incinerator, increase the temperature of the kerosene when it burned, and ventilate the basement at ordinary times.

This requires some professional knowledge.

In addition, according to the traces at the scene, it has been abandoned for many years.

This is not a good signal.

Serial killers, no matter what their motives for committing crimes are, are likely to have two highly overlapping characteristics.

The first characteristic: the first victim killed is very likely to have some connection with the murderer, such as hatred, friends, people who have had conflicts or bullying...

This connection stimulated the murderer to commit the first crime, thus turning on the murderer's bloodthirstiness.

The second characteristic: addiction.

Killing is actually a kind of hunting activity.

This is a habit engraved in human genes.

Once you see blood and continue to see blood, you will become addicted like drugs.

After a period of time, if you don't come last time, they will itch.

They will not stop hunting until they are tired of this game, or are caught or die accidentally.

The serial killer who kills randomly just to vent is not included in this category.

This kind of serial killer has different behavioral characteristics and personality portraits, and will not be as regular and ritualistic as this case, and does not belong to the above category.

Then why is it said that being abandoned here is not a good sign?

Because it means that the murderer has either changed places, died, or is disgusted with this kind of killing.

Thinking of this.

Brian looked at the two male police officers: "I heard from Officer Sarah before that the previous owner of this place set fire to himself because of debt, and then this place was abandoned. Are you sure that the whole family died in the fire?"

Looking at the older male police officer, he nodded:

"I was involved in that case at the time.

We found the bodies of the farmer's family in the wreckage of the house.

According to the normal process, we will contact the relatives of the deceased to handle their funeral affairs, and inherit the remaining inheritance and debts of the other party.

In fact, we did find that the male owner of this family has a younger brother in Texas, but when he came, he found that the value of this farm with a bad reputation was not enough to cover the debt, so after handling the funeral affairs of his brother's family, he gave up the inheritance and left.

The subsequent matters were handled by the farmer's creditors, that is, the people from the seed company.

I don't know what happened in the middle.

It seems that several people they sent disappeared strangely. At that time, the head of the seed company asked people to work on this land for a while, and then no one came.

Later, some nearby residents came to worship the people who died of infectious diseases buried in this land a hundred years ago. They were surprised to find that no plants grew here, so the saying that this is a cursed land spread, and this place became what it is now. "

Hearing this, Brian nodded: "It sounds like a story made up by a crappy third-rate screenwriter, but I found that quicklime was artificially mixed under this land, which led to no plants living here. According to the clues you provided, it seems that we have to talk to the people of the seed company."

Finally, Brian and Green, with some human bone remains found in the crematorium, followed the two police officers to their office.

In the entire federation, except for some metropolises, cities and towns of all sizes have their own police stations. Some are called police stations, some are called public security offices, and some are called other names. Some poorer ones do not even have police stations. When something happens, they report to the higher-level police agency and send people.

Tell the truth.

Brian has been in this world for more than 20 years. He has been in the Forensic Bureau and NW for three years in total, but he still can't fully understand these complex institutional structures.

Fortunately, the NW organization is a community of interests of capital and power. It is well-known throughout the Greater Los Angeles County and has absolute authority.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to gain control over cases like this, and it would be very troublesome to handle them.

The nearby town is a poor police station.

Including the sheriff and the old man who is the gatekeeper, there are only six people in total, and the office is a two-story building with a yard.

When Brian and his team arrived, a white man in police uniform and a little bald was sending a thick-lipped girl with bright lipstick and revealing clothes out of the police station.

The police officer holding the body bag with the bones saw the white man and said speechlessly: "Sheriff Arthur Mai, these are two agents sent by the NW Operations Department. We are back from the farm. By the way, I must remind you that you should wipe off the lipstick marks on the corner of your collar, otherwise we may not see you tomorrow."

"Marks?"

The white police officer looked down and smiled awkwardly: "Thanks for the reminder, man, you take them in first, I will send this lady off."

After that, he walked out with the gorgeous girl and disappeared from the sight of several people.

Green looked at the sheriff who looked more like a prostitute than a police officer and shrugged: "Hey, man, your sheriff is very unique."

The two police officers were a little embarrassed: "Sheriff Arthur Mai is a little unreliable, but he is well-informed and can often catch some wandering drug logistics vehicles. This is also one of the main sources of income for our police station."

Hearing this, Green suddenly realized.

The drug logistics truck is actually a mobile drug-taking and drug-making vehicle.

In fact, it is not difficult to extract and make chemical drugs. Many people with some basic knowledge of chemistry can make them.

For safety reasons, they usually drive their RV to uninhabited wilderness to make drugs.

Life in the wilderness is boring.

They occasionally visit nearby towns for enjoyment.

Mobile drug carts are much the same.

Alone Better Together.

Many people who take drugs have their own circles and often hold parties. The problem is that if you do this in a residential area, unless it is a very independent large villa, you will easily be reported by your neighbors, so you drive to a no-man's land. It is also very common to play with wooden houses and the like.

So if you find a wooden house in the wilderness, and there are a lot of needles and other things in the wooden house, be sure not to touch it, otherwise you will accidentally get stabbed and you may passively take drugs.

The police officers, who felt a little embarrassed, took Brian and the others to a very simple room.

There are trolleys in the room.

The police officer explained: "The conditions here are very simple. This is a place where corpses are parked. However, we don't have a large floating population here and there are very few homicide cases, so it is rarely activated."

Brian took the body bag and threw it on the cart: "Okay, thank you, can you help contact the seed company?"

"No problem." The older police officer nodded: "Can I mention your names? You know, in a small police station like ours, they usually don't give us face."

"Can!"

Brian nodded: "Tell them to ask the person in charge of the farm to contact you, otherwise a second-level employee will go to their boss in person!"

The farm was still producing crops normally until the owner and his family committed suicide, and then it became a place of death.

The only one who has a chance to do it is the seed company that goes to collect the property later.

The seed company, faced with the suicidal creditor family, did not choose to clear the foreclosed farm to recover losses. Instead, it arranged for people to mix quicklime into the surrounding land. This is a strange practice that is not consistent with common sense and does not conform to business logic.

In addition, judging from the police's previous reactions, they only knew that people from the seed company had been working here for a period of time, but they did not know that they were mixing quicklime in the ground.

This shows that people at the seed company are keeping secrets when doing this.

This is even stranger.

So Brian paid more attention to this clue.

Although the police officer did not understand what the second-level staff meant, he still nodded and left the small room with his companions.

Close the door.

Green imitated Brian's words in a funny way: "Brother Brian, the tone you spoke just now was so cool. I wonder if I will ever have the chance to speak so harshly to those capitalists."

Brian rolled his eyes, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Do you really want to be a second-level clerk?"

Hearing this, Green's eyes lit up: "Think about it! Boss Brian, do you have any idea?"

"Yes." Brian nodded: "I have a research laboratory in hand. When I have research results in the future, I will use you as a guinea pig."

Green shrank his head: "Let's forget it then. By the way, Boss Brian, did you find something else when you asked the policewoman to follow the group of students?"

In his eyes, this case was the discovery of an old crematorium, which was a crime scene where a serial killer brutally murdered a group of ex-convicts. As for other information, he didn't know anything about it, and he didn't see Brian's previous actions. meaning.

Brian shook his head:

“It’s not really a discovery.

I just found that the girl had the smell of genetic material from three male classmates, but the relationship between the three male classmates didn't seem to be close, and there was some hostility, just like an animal in heat is hostile to its opponent.

You know, Green.

If it is 3V1, if four people are together, the three men will not be so hostile. This is human nature...

People who are hostile to each other will not deliberately act together for no reason.

So I guess the leader of this adventure should be that girl.

I'm not sure yet whether there is something wrong with the girl, so I can only ask the policewoman to test it out and rule out a certain possibility. "

Brian's judgment was based on his position.

If it is a competition for mating, then the girl is regarded as the one being pursued, so she will be hostile to other people of the same sex.

But if it’s four people together, it’s just a plaything.

No one will be hostile to the same sex because of a common toy, but they will feel that the relationship between them is closer.

Listening to Brian's description, Green shook his head in confusion and whispered: "...I don't know."

He then took out a cigarette with some melancholy.

It seems that I need to communicate more with Glenn about women's topics in the future. Otherwise, I will be sorry for the second boss in the future, I will be sorry for the second boss at the bottom, and I will be sorry for the teachings of the boss Brian in the middle. Maybe I will have no common language with the boss Brian.

This is not possible!

Without Boss Brian, how will he live in the future?

The corpses brought back from the farm were dumped in the simple small room of the police station.

This stuff doesn't make much sense.

Old corpses can actually talk, but they don't provide much information. They can only simply determine the age of the owner of the bones, whether he has been injured, etc.

It's different with fresh bones.

A lot can be analyzed through inspection with modern equipment.

For example, was the deceased drugged before his death? For example, was the deceased engaged in strenuous exercise before his death? For example, was there any residue of long-term medication before the death?

When Brian was in the Forensic Bureau, he often found that those 'biochemical supermen' who did not react well when faced with police gas bombs, who were shot more than a dozen times and could still run some distance before falling down, and who could even resist, had bone marrow. There are a lot of drug residues in them.

Their nervous systems also suffer from severe atrophy.

This means that not only do they have strong poison resistance, but they are also insensitive to external stimuli.

These can all be analyzed.

The skeletons and remains in front of them obviously do not belong to this category.

In his free time, Green called Harden Sr. in Los Angeles and asked him to help retrieve the list of missing persons released from prison in Los Angeles County, print it and transmit it to the police station.

There's not much they can do now.

At the moment, the two of them can only wait for news to come back from several parties.

The fastest thing is the news from the seed company.

He contacted the police officer from the seed company and returned with a helpless face: "Mr. Brian, the people from the seed company said that the employee who was responsible for handling the farm incident encountered a car accident on the way back. All seven people in the group died, plus The farm itself is not valuable, so they were busy dealing with the employee’s accident and did not continue to pay attention to it.”

Hearing this, Green looked at Brian: "Boss Brian, what a coincidence. Considering their move of mixing quicklime into the farm land, I feel like there is something wrong with the seed company!"

Brian ignored him and looked at the police officer: "What else did they say?"

The police officer shook his head: "I didn't say anything, but after they heard that you were NW's second-level employee, Mr. Brian, they sent this via fax."

As he spoke, he handed over a piece of paper.

Brian took it and looked at it and found that there were some shopping lists, labor payment records, and the contact information of a construction company.

If he guessed correctly, this company should be the construction company that was responsible for the farm's quicklime mixing business at that time.

Brian nodded: "Thank you. By the way, has there been any news from Officer Sala?"

The male police officer shook his head: "No, but Sarah is very smart, she will be fine."

Hearing this, Brian could only take out his mobile phone and contact the construction company on the paper.

Three clues, one already looks bad.

We can only take one step at a time and see one step at a time.

the other side.

On the road, the small town police officer Shala, with his head covered in blood, looked at the figure in front of him in despair, and said in a hoarse voice: "You deliberately let us know about that farm."

The words have not yet fallen.

A big dirty hand pressed on her head and pulled hard.

Tear~

Sala's head, which still had a frightened look on its face, was exposed to the air along with a freshly steaming spine, dripping blood and trembling with great resilience.

“I like to keep my prey animals in exercise, they have good toughness and good taste.”

The figure licked his lips, looked in the direction of the farm and smiled.

Desperate souls wailed there.

Those people will eventually pay the price for what they did.

Lure NW's people there and let them discover the secrets of the farm little by little. This is just the first step!

..

Good night.