LA Detective

Chapter 380 Arrest
Suburbs of Los Angeles.

A gray and white church was built next to a remote forest.

A side hall of the church is about 30 square meters, with curtains drawn and transparent glass on the top, which casts light and reflects it in the center of the church.

There are not many decorations and objects in the church. There are eight chairs around the center, and eight people of different races, genders, and ages sit together.

Among them, the oldest is a white man who appears to be in his 50s, holding a folder in his hand with a hammer mark printed on the upper right corner.

The white man opened the folder and said, "Everyone, welcome to the Workers' Injury Mutual Aid.

I'm Burn Nelson, the organizer of Mutual Aid.

The reason why everyone gathers here is that the difficulties at work affect life and health.

I hope that everyone can bravely speak out their problems and feelings, discuss with each other, and help each other overcome their own problems. "

Burne Nelson scanned the crowd, "Who will introduce himself first?"

A Mexican man raised his hand, "Hi, my name is Martin, I'm 32 years old, I suffer from depression...

I'm a lawyer and work 12+ hours a day and I haven't smiled in ages...

I feel like I've forgotten what it's like to laugh...

I'm terrified...afraid of the phone...

Since I became a lawyer, I have almost no personal time, even if it is Christmas, I have to switch on 24 hours a day...

Living in a tense state every day...

I really want to turn off the phone and get some sleep...

But I can't... I am responsible to my client...

I'm under a lot of pressure, I can't breathe, I want to leave my job more than once...

I have written resignation letters more than once...

But I still don't have the courage to resign...

I do not know what to do……

I have been solving various problems for my clients, but my own life is in a mess.

I've made a lot of money, but it's just numbers to me...

I don't feel happy at all.

I'm going crazy with this pressure..."

"Hi everyone, I'm Mary, 28 years old, from Orange County, I'm a telephone operator, my job is to listen to customer requests, provide information, and assist with billing..."

"Hi, my name is Polita, I am 45 years old, I have a herniated disc and knee problems, and the doctor advised me to recuperate for a while.

I am a horticulturalist, the industry is very competitive and the salary is low...

I've been working hard...

But I didn't make much money, but I got a whole body of injuries..."

The people at the mutual aid meeting shared their own problems and troubles, most of which were caused by work reasons.

The organizer, Berne Nelson, will listen carefully to everyone's talk, record their questions and confusion, and at the same time enlighten each other with peaceful words.

"Dong dong..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Burne Nelson stood up, "Go ahead, I'll go and have a look."

Burne Nelson picked up the folder and walked to the door, opened the door, and saw two men standing outside, a black man and a black-haired young man, "What do you want?"

These two people are Luke and Xiao Hei.

After getting the business card of the mutual aid club from the psychiatrist.

Luke felt that the three cases were likely to be related to this mutual aid society, and then asked Shakru Khan and Melanie Hickman. Ann Nelson.

Luke looked at each other, "Are you Mr. Burne Nelson?"

"it's me."

Xiao Hei flashed his police badge, "I'm Detective Marcus from the Robbery and Murder Division, and this is Captain Li.

We're investigating a serial murder case and would like some information from you. "

Burne Nelson's face changed slightly, "Murder case? Did you find the wrong person?"

Luke pressed, "Do you know Shakru Khan?"

"The name is somewhat familiar."

Luke took out the photo of the other party, and Burne Nelson looked at it carefully, "I know, he has participated in a mutual aid club."

Luke took out the photo of Melanie Hickman again, "What about her?"

"Also a friend."

Luke thought for a while, and then took out the photos of the persons involved in the case of the deceased Ma Jiehui, "Who do you know in these three photos?"

Burne Nelson looked at it and pointed to the photo of the restaurant employee Song Bo, "He is also a member of our mutual aid association."

"That's right, these three people were involved in three homicides each.

And these three are members of the 'Work Injury Mutual Aid Association'.

We have reason to believe that your mutual aid association has something to do with these three murders. "

Burne Nelson stood there dumbfounded, "Could there be some misunderstanding?
The purpose of our mutual aid association is to protect the rights and interests of workers. It is a charity organization. How could it be involved in a murder case? "

Luke relieved, "Don't be nervous, we're just here for a routine investigation, and I hope these three homicides have nothing to do with the Mutual Aid Club."

"Where were you between ten o'clock in the evening on December 12 and two o'clock in the morning the next day?"

"I am home."

"Can anyone prove it?"

"My wife."

"Where were you between nine and twelve o'clock in the evening on December 12?"

"at home."

"Where were you between nine and eleven in the evening on December 12?"

"at home."

Luke had his wife contacted for an alibi.

Luke continued to ask, "How many people are there in your mutual aid society?"

Burne Nelson said, "There are too many, all over the country, and I am only in charge of mutual aid in Los Angeles."

"How many people are in charge of the Mutual Aid Association in Los Angeles? Or how many people can get in touch with the three members I mentioned earlier?"

Burne Nelson thought for a while, showing a troubled look.

Luke persuaded, "Don't have a psychological burden, you can just say it.

We will check carefully and will not wrong a good person. "

"Park Jung Min.

He is also a member of the Mutual Aid Association, and often comes to the Mutual Aid Association to help, receive new members, and enlighten members who need help.

He's a good guy, helpful to everyone, and definitely not a murderer. "

"Where is he now?"

"I do not know."

"Have you seen him in the last three days?"

"No."

Luke took out the photo of the suspect vehicle, "Have you seen this car?"

"Park Jung-min seems to have a car of the same make, model, and color."

"Do you know where you can find him?"

"do not know."

"You should know his mobile phone number and home address, right?"

……

Luke didn't question Burne Nelson further, but let him be restrained first.

According to the murderer's killing rhythm, it is very likely that he will commit another crime tonight.

The police must find the first suspect, Park Jung Min, as soon as possible.

According to the clues provided by Burne Nelson, the police found Park Zhengmin's home.

Kelmer Apartments.

Park Zhengmin lived in room 309 of the apartment. The room was not lit, and no suspect vehicle was found in the parking lot.

At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Luke speculated that the other party was probably not at home, or even on the way to commit the crime.

Every second must be raced.

Luke led the team to the outside of apartment 309, stuck to the door and listened for a while, but there was no sound.

Luke waved.

A patrolman brandishes a door opener.

With a bang, the door of the apartment was knocked open.

"lapd!" Xiao Hei, Jackson, Potter and others rushed into the room.

"Safety."

"not found."

The apartment was not big, with only one bay and a toilet. The police searched it quickly.

Luke turned on the lights in the apartment, and he had a panoramic view of the situation in the apartment.

The apartment is a bit messy, leftover food is on the table, and there is a smell of pickles in the room.

The wall on the right caught Luke's attention, and there were a few photos and some information posted on the wall.

The first photo on the left is Yoshimi Hashimoto.

The second photo on the left is Ma Jiehui.

The third photo is Amir Modi.

The fourth photo is of an Asian man.

These photos on the wall are more and more convinced that Park Zhengmin is probably the murderer.

And the fourth photo is likely to be his next target.

Luke glanced at his watch. It was already ten past eight at this time. Judging from the time of the other party's previous crimes, the other party probably hadn't done anything yet.

The police must find the man in the fourth photo as soon as possible, and every minute added means that the man is more dangerous.

In addition to photos, there are also everyone's information on the wall.

Before committing the crime, Park Zhengmin found out the situation of each victim. Perhaps this is the reason why he has repeatedly succeeded in committing crimes.

Name, Ma Zheng

ethnicity, Chinese

age, 30

Occupation, deliveryman.

Mobile number, 626 836 2231
License plate number, 8lcb393
……

A white Toyota parked on the side of the road.

A man walked out of the cab. The man was wearing a headset on his right ear, and he seemed to be talking to someone, "Honey, I've arrived. I won't speak for a while, just to deliver food to customers."

With that said, the man went to the trunk, took out a takeaway, and ran to a nearby villa.

Not long after, the man came out of the villa and said into the earphone, "Fuck, her house is really big.

Wife, guess how much tip you gave me just now?

twenty dollars!

Really rich.

Do you know what she ordered?

Just ordered a vegetable salad.

Hey……

The money of these foreign devils is too easy to earn.

For the order I ran just now, I can earn as little as 200 RMB.

What is the difference between this TM and picking up money. "

The more the man talked, the more excited he became, "I have to do it, I have to do it until ten o'clock tonight, when will the restaurant get off work, and when will I get off work.

These foreign devils are too lazy, they close the door at ten o'clock.

Otherwise I can work until twelve o'clock.

No, two in the morning.

Haha... I won't tell you anymore, I'll send it to the next family.

When I get off work at ten o'clock, I will go back and get some food, and I will continue working tomorrow morning.

These foreigners are so stupid that they can't beat me at all.

Now who doesn't know that I am the "order king" in this area.

After a few years when we go home, we can buy a house, not to mention houses in the county, we can buy houses in the city...

Yes, it is necessary to start in second-tier cities. "

The man hung up the phone, walked to his car, and was stunned.

When he came, there was a car parked behind, but there was no car in front, so he parked the car here.

But in such a short time, another car was parked in front of him, and it was tightly attached to his car. This distance...it was impossible to drive.

"Your sister...can drive?" The man slandered, looking at the black Volkswagen in front of him, there seemed to be someone in the cab, he was relieved, there was someone, and no one could be caught blind.

The man walked to the cab of the Volkswagen, knocked on the window, "Boom."

The window was lowered, and there was also an Asian man in the car.

"Coincidentally." The man smiled. His English is not very good, and he may have met a fellow villager. "Brother, my car is behind you. You are blocking it. Move quickly."

"@#￥%&..." the Asian man in the cab chattered a lot.

The takeaway man was taken aback for a moment, what kind of bird language is this, it is more difficult to understand than English.

Immediately, he thought of the Korean drama that his wife likes to watch. By the way, this is the language of Bangziguo, almost all with an ending sound.

Come on, let's use our hands.

The takeaway man gestured with his hand again, signaling him to move the car.

"Squeak..." The door of the cab of the Volkswagen opened, and the stick got out of the car, seemingly holding something in his hand.

The takeaway man looked at him with disdain at first, then panic flashed in his eyes, "Damn it!"

I saw that Bangzi was holding a knife in his hand, and after getting out of the car, he stabbed the takeaway man violently.

"Pfft!" A knife was inserted into the abdomen.

"Ah!" Although the takeaway boy tried his best to dodge, he was still tied.

Fortunately, he was in excellent physical condition. The moment the opponent drew his sword, he turned around and ran, "Killer!"

Bangzi had just pulled out the knife and was about to stab the second time when he saw the target run away.

Bangzi Naken let the opponent go, and chased him straight from behind.

The takeaway man often exercises and has excellent physical fitness. Even if he is injured, he still runs forward covering his wound.

Bangzi followed closely behind, and the two of them ran at the same speed, running tens of meters away.

Running fast caused the takeaway man to bleed more and more, and his running speed slowed down. He was anxious and angry. If he hadn't been injured, he would have thrown off the stick a long time ago.

If it wasn't for the knife in Bangzi's hand, even if he was injured, he would still be able to overwhelm the opponent.

"Ah!" The delivery man screamed.

Bangzi chased after him and slashed his back.

Under the pain of the takeaway man, his speed increased a bit. He knew that once he was caught up, he would definitely be killed by the other party.

"Dinglingling..." The phone rang in my ear.

The takeaway man just ignored it, so he didn't bother to answer the phone.

Blood was left all over the place, and the takeaway man became weaker and weaker. He felt that he couldn't run anymore, and he felt a little desperate.

Did he just die like this?
My plan to make a fortune has not been realized, so I am really not reconciled!

Wife, I...

"Woooo..."

At this moment, a siren sounded suddenly, giving him hope again.

"Killed!" The delivery man yelled, hoping to attract the attention of the police car.

Soon two police cars drove over.

When Bangzi saw the police car, he was also taken aback, and turned around to run back.

However, on the other side of the street, two cars with flashing police lights drove over.

Bangzi turned around and looked at the takeaway man again, murderous intent in his eyes.

At this time, four patrol officers had got out of the car, held guns in both hands, and shouted, "lapd, put down your weapons!"

"Drop your weapon or I'll shoot!"

"Throw away your weapon and put your head in your hands!"

Bangzi stood where he was, looking at more and more policemen around him, his body trembling constantly, his hands and feet couldn't be controlled, and the knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

　This chapter is number 18.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)