My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 543

Atwater was next to Burgess, the two standing behind a black Volkswagen.

The trunk of the Volkswagen sedan was deformed and tilted high.

Everyone showed their police badges and walked into the scene of the crime.

Coming to the back of the public, Ethan suddenly understood why a serial car accident called them over.

There was a large object wrapped in transparent plastic in the trunk, and there were bloodstains all over it.

Through the plastic sheeting, one can vaguely see the gray chest hair.

Several people looked at each other, Ethan and Antonio reached into their pockets.

Pulling the glove, the two grabbed the slippery plastic sheet and lifted it away, and a stench immediately hit their noses.

A firefighter passed by and looked over curiously.

"Yuck~"

Ignoring the sound of vomiting next to him, Ethan held his breath.

After watching for a while, he took a few steps back:

"White, male."

"From the color of the hair and the folds of the skin, it is not a young man."

"I agree." Antonio took off his gloves:
"Notify the forensics department, we can't see anything else."

The limbs and head are gone, only the torso remains, and what can be found with the naked eye is actually limited.

"What happened?" Hank turned his head and looked at the two patrolmen.

"This is a car accident caused by an old lady not long ago." Burgess looked at the notebook in his hand, shrugged and continued:

"Interestingly, she was the only one who was not harmed in this series of car accidents."

"Police officer." Hank said seriously, "I'm not here to listen to interesting things."

"Sorry." Burgess looked serious:

"The vehicle collided with the SUV in front and the driver was trapped in the vehicle."

"The firefighters opened the door of the car. After the driver got out of trouble, he punched a firefighter and quickly fled the scene."

"Atwater and I don't feel right. Search the vehicle."

"With the help of firefighters, the trunk was pried open and we found what was inside."

"Very good." Hank nodded: "Where's the one who ran away?"

"The main station has been notified."

Atwater took the words: "The nearby patrolmen are all searching."

"What does the driver look like?" Hank continued to ask.

"There were two firefighters who saw the driver and they were ready to testify," Burgess added.

"The driver should be afraid that the broken body in the car will be discovered." Antonio's low voice sounded:

"So, he chose to escape immediately."

"Write down the license plate number and look for the owner's information." Hank put his hands on his waist and quickly gave the order:
"Notify the forensics department, test the DNA of the corpse, and confirm the identity of the deceased as soon as possible."

"At the same time, let them extract the fingerprints in the car, and we can search for matching objects in the fingerprint information database."

Everyone responded one after another and began to get busy.

The matter was dealt with quickly, and it was useless to stay here. They were going to return to the police station.

"Detective."

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one beside Ethan, Burgess asked in a low voice, "Is what happened to Detective Horstead true?"

"How did you know?"

Ethan pressed the phone and sent the license plate number to Gene.

"It's not just our police station."

Burgess stuck out his tongue: "The other police stations have already spread the word."

"Do your own thing."

Ethan gave her a slap in the face, turned and left.

This is why it is useless for Horstead to win the lawsuit if the murderer is not found.

With such a reputation, he simply cannot work normally.

Not everyone is like Hank, no matter how much sewage is poured over, he can deal with it calmly.

Back at the police station, the others headed to the second floor.

Ethan was the last one, he turned around and walked towards the garage.

In the technical room, Gene was tinkering with the computer.

"Yo."

Ethan pulled his chair and sat down: "What are you doing?"

Turning around and seeing him, Gene shrugged:

"It will take some time for the forensics department. I'll sort out the previous files."

"About the Lonny murder."

Ethan was straightforward: "Can you get the case information?"

"It's all on the intranet, and the information will be uploaded."

Gene nodded and continued:
"I can handle the permissions, but." He showed a embarrassed look, and pointed upstairs.

"Please, it's me." Ethan spread his hands:
"If Hank asks, just say I meant it, and he'll have no problem."

"As long as you don't tell him, he won't know." Gene sighed. After all, he was in the same group, so it was impossible to leave him alone.

He lowered his voice and said quietly:
"It's just not that fast. It will take a while. I'll print a copy for you when I finish it later."

"Row."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder, got up and went upstairs.

After investigation, the car abandoned by the suspect was soon confirmed to be a stolen vehicle.

The owner of the car had reported to the police two weeks ago and had no criminal record. After calling the police station and asking a few questions, the suspect was quickly ruled out.

"good news."

Gene went upstairs with a file and patted it on the hand.

After Hank walked out of the office, he said, "The forensics department found an artificial hip joint on the torso."

"There is usually a number on this kind of hip joint."

"Patient information can be quickly retrieved through the number, which is much faster than DNA detection."

"And then?" Hank spread his hands.

"I have searched in the relevant database."

Gene looked at his watch: "In another hour, there should be news."

"very good."

Hank looked at the others and clapped his hands:
"The other clues also need to be followed up. The hotline and the information sent back by the patrol should be checked one by one."

"Don't let yourself stop."

Everyone responded one after another, but the enthusiasm was not too high.

Hank knew where their thoughts were, and there was nothing he could do about it.

In this kind of case, follow up if you have clues, and grind if you don't have clues.

There is no rush, and the identity of the victim has not been confirmed yet, so there is not much that can be done.

"Hey." There was silence in the Datong room for a while, and Ruzek broke the silence: "What's going on now?"

"Does anyone know if Horstead did it?"

"I get it, Lonnie is a scumbag."

"If he did it, I can understand it."

Antonio and Irene, who were sitting across from him, raised their heads and spread their hands in unison.

"Please." Rusek breathed out:

"It's just a question, and I didn't say it was necessarily him."

"But this possibility is not ruled out. After all, sometimes you don't know what others can do."

"Very good." Orlinsky asked, chewing on the jiggle, "What's your opinion?"

"The elephant is in this room."

Rusek held up his hands: "We can't turn a blind eye if Horstead needs help."

Ethan moved the mouse, and the Nords waved their weapons:

"If you don't want people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to talk to you, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

For newcomers, the Ministry of Internal Affairs' intimidation works very well.

Rusek shook his head and continued with his work.

Before an hour had passed, Gene ran upstairs: "The identity of the deceased has been confirmed."

He posted a picture of an elderly white man on the whiteboard: "Dr. Richard Elliott, DNA consultant for the State Attorney's Office."

"I've dealt with him."

Hank, who walked out of the office, looked at the photo on the whiteboard and gritted his teeth: "He once helped us to get the conviction of several felons."

"Also." Gene spread his hands and said:

"Just yesterday, Mrs. Elliott filed a missing persons report."

"It's basically confirmed."

"As for the home address, I have also found it."

(End of this chapter)