Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 102 102. Investigation of the Speed ​​of Light
After returning to the car with the documents, Dean discussed the case with Holden.

"I have a little impression of this case. The fourth group of Gerich is in charge, and outsiders are not allowed to intervene, but the case is relatively clear, and the chances of Joan's reversal are not high." Holden sat up straight, his face straightened, "You have to accept , is there a supernatural factor in it?"

"You'll know then."

Dean drove all the way south and got off at Strip Avenue, and soon found the Gawain Hotel where Jayne Harden was killed on the side of the long street lined with hotels.

Walking to the entrance of the hotel, Dean paused and glanced at the streetlight against the wall.

A middle-aged man in a truck cap, white vest, and a cigarette was entangled with a well-dressed lady in a blue blouse and suit skirt.

Ms. Three is 40 years old, with thick red hair, tall and graceful figure, and beautiful facial features.

At this time, she was forced to a corner, her face with light makeup was tense and frightened.

"Isn't this Luster's mother, Grace?"

"Stand back, stay away from this lady, I'm going to call the police!" Dean yelled and approached from behind, his strong body full of deterrence.

"Dude, why are you so excited." The man with the scar on the bridge of the nose turned around and swept his eyes across the two faces like a mouse, and said with a playful smile, "I didn't hurt this lady at all, she and I are old Friends chat, eh, Grace?"

The woman pursed her lips and said nothing,
Holden examined the man with sharp eyes, took out the ID in his arms and showed it, "I don't want to go to the detention center for vacation, so leave immediately."

"OK, OK, I'm a law-abiding citizen, I never cause trouble, I'm leaving now." The man threw away the cigarette and stomped it out with his foot, turned around and gave the woman another look, and walked away without delay.

"Grace, what happened just now?" Dean walked up to the shocked woman and asked with concern,

Grace thanked her and took a look, only to realize that one of them was her son's classmate, she stepped forward to hold his hand in surprise,

"Dean, I haven't seen you for a few months. It's like you've changed. You've grown taller and stronger. I almost didn't recognize you."

"That guy was a guest of the hotel just now, and he has been stalking and pursuing me." Grace sighed, "But now I just want to work hard and earn money to send Rust to college, and I have no time to think about other things. "

"If he continues to harass you, tell me that I have some relationship with LVPD, and I can help you deal with it." Dean patted his chest, and he still helped his good friend's elders as much as he could.

The woman nodded and smiled,
"Where are you going?"

"Not long ago, there was a murder case in this hotel. Let's investigate it." Dean glanced at Grace's standard hotel overalls, "Do you work in it?"

The woman nodded, "I remember that the cop came to check last week. After they made it clear that the investigation was over, the hotel cleaned the murder room from inside to outside, and the second floor where the room was located was also sealed off."

"blockade?"

"Someone just died. In order to avoid adverse effects, the entire second floor will not be occupied for a short period of time." Grace smiled wryly. Obviously, the hotel suffered heavy losses as a result.
"Cleaning and blocking have little effect on me. As long as the room where the case happened is still there, the clues are still there. Can you help, Grace?" Dean's words made Holden frowned. It is completely inconsistent with the rigorous basic principles of police detectives. What does it mean to have little influence.

The woman thought for a while, nodded and smiled gently, "Come with me, but try to be careful not to affect the normal operation of the hotel."

The two followed Grace into the lobby, got a bunch of keys from the front desk, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

After the second floor was sealed off, the electricity was cut off, and the corridor was groggy, with only a few wisps of white light from the windows at the front and rear ends for illumination. The cool breeze blew through the corridor, like a ghost's hand touching the neck, which was inexplicably cold and terrifying.

Dean looked at the dark surveillance cameras all over the ceiling,
"Can you help us find the surveillance video from last week?"

"Except for the lobby, the monitoring equipment in the corridors of the hotel has been broken for a long time." Grace shook her head,

"Did it break on the day of the accident?" Dean's heart skipped a beat.

"It broke over a year ago."

"Uh, you haven't found anyone to fix it for so long?"

Holden glanced at Dean, "Damage monitoring is the core competitiveness of this hotel, otherwise why do customers choose such a small place?"

Dean was thoughtful, and Grace smiled without saying a word. After a while, she used the key to open the door of 2-21 where the victim lived, and handed the flashlight to the two.

"I work in the lobby on the first floor, come to me if you have something to do."

"OK."

Watching the woman leave, Dean shook the flashlight. In the dark room, there was a double bed, a bedside table, a TV, a large wardrobe with shutters against the wall, and an independent bathroom.

Although it was only a standard room, its size was no less than that of a general suite, enough for that man with a unique taste to display the "eighteen martial arts" to his heart's content.

Dean walked to the center of the room and stood at the end of the bed, and opened the God's perspective. After the last upgrade, the field of vision covering a radius of 20 meters easily penetrated the entire room, including the next room, and searched and inspected everything.

There were no windows, and no secret passages at the foot of the ceiling.

Not surprisingly, the previous LVPD had dug three feet to search the ground, and the hotel cleaner had cleaned it countless times, not a single hair or footprint was left.

……

"Why are you in a daze, boy," said Holden, who was squatting beside the TV cabinet, "keep searching."

"Searching is not very useful." Dean shook his head and grinned mysteriously, "I have another and better way to investigate."

A glint of expectation flashed in Holden's eyes when he heard the words, and he saw his companion close the bathroom door.

Then he untied his bag and took out a bunch of weird things: a divination disk full of letters and symbols, a few white candles, a shaman board, an incense burner with sage, a lighter...

"Since you have accepted Alvin's statement and believe in the existence of ghosts, then this time I will let you see the soul of Jayne Harden who died in this room."

Dean explained, "A dead man doesn't lie, his spirit tells us the truth of the case."

Holden's pupils shrank, and he raised one eyebrow,

"Are you kidding me? Psychics really work?"

"Those self-proclaimed masters on TV are 100% liars. But I didn't lie to you."

Dean smiled casually, but kept moving his hands.

This action is the result of his deliberation. Compared with mimicry and shadows of the past, the ability of psychics is the most common and most indistinguishable.

Show it to win over FBI Holden, and Dean will have a powerful helper in the future.

Investigation work will become very convenient.

"What should I pay attention to?"

Holden rubbed his hands, turning around in circles like ants on a hot pan,
"Sit down with me and listen to my instructions." Dean put his fortune-telling expectations on his and Holden's laps. "No matter what you see or hear later, don't make any noise and keep absolutely quiet. Well, it's like playing a wooden man game."

"Relax, being too nervous will scare the other person away."

Dean lit a row of candles with a lighter, and let the candlelight cover the area near the divination board.

"Will it be dangerous?" Hall took a deep breath, stretched out a hand and touched the holster under his arm, "Will Jayne Harden's soul hurt us?"

"I'll take care of you, as long as you obey my arrangement honestly, you'll be safe." Dean's tone was full of confidence, and he lit the incense burner casually.

"OK, I swear to God," Holden heaved a sigh of relief, rubbing his nose, "for the next hour you will be the chief, and I will be your police officer."

"Very good, I'll ask you a question later, you wait honestly for the soul to push the shackle to piece together the answer. Ordinary people's naked eyes cannot see the spirit, but I will use the shackle to let you see its true body. supernatural existence."

Dean explained the relevant steps of psychic science to the other party in a relaxed tone as much as possible.

In a room dimly lit by candles, everything is ready for a moment.

Dean grabbed the shaman and cut the index finger of his left hand with the sharp point.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood slid down the chessboard.

Then two fingers pressed the plank up, and slowly turned it round and round.

"Friends get together, sincerely."

"Spirits approach, we call you."

The shackles swivel.

A steady voice echoed in the claustrophobic room.

"Now I'm going to start divination. Please listen to my words, the spirits wandering in this house."

"Dear Jayne Harden, is your soul near us?"

The shackles turned and turned.

Holden slowed his breathing and pricked up his ears.

Swah——

suddenly.

A cold wind blew from one corner by the window, and suddenly the yellow light of the candles and the white sage smoke swirled.

Holden sat up straight as if electrocuted.

A strange coolness climbed up the backs of their hands along the contact points between the planks and fingers, and went all the way up the arms. Goose bumps appeared all over his body, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead at the same time.

next second.

The board shook violently and stopped on a word.

"Yes."

He's around here!
Holden's round eyes shot out excitement and fear, and he looked around cautiously, but unfortunately all he could see was darkness and emptiness.

Dean lifted the plank and placed it in front of Holden's eyes, allowing his eyes to observe the darkness three meters away through the glass of the plank.

There was a strangely extra figure in the originally empty place, a middle-aged Caucasian male in his forties, with a few sparse black hair on his forehead, wearing only a pair of underwear, showing a bloated waist like a bucket, and a pile of limp Wrinkled and fat, he stared straight at the void expressionlessly, as stiff as a puppet.

And the figure is like a reflection in the water, changing slightly with the surging air, full of a strange sense of illusion.

After this glance, Holden's body shook suddenly, his mind was buzzing, and he fell into a daze and confusion.

The outlook on life and values ​​that have been shaped over the past 30 years seem to have been smashed to pieces by a magical, invisible hand.

The so-called falsehood and ignorance, the things he once despised, actually exist!

Dean glanced at him with pity. For him, the supernatural phenomena that occur frequently are no less than miracles for ordinary people.

He took away the board at the right time, put it back on the board, and asked,
"Jayne Harden, I deeply regret your death."

"But you shouldn't have died for no reason. Someone should be responsible for this accident. Now, please tell me, what happened before you died?"

zizi…

The board turned for a long time, stopping and moving, passing letters one by one, and finally pieced together intermittent answers.

"I put on the hood, stood on the chair, put my neck in the rope, posed and waited for Joan..."

"So did you kick the chair under your feet on purpose or by accident?" Dean asked,
zizi…

The board deviates from YES, and it stops and moves——

"I didn't do it."

Dean looked around, Holden saw the result, his confused face tightened, and his expression was extremely serious.

"Then it was Joan Cartree in the room who plotted against you?"

"I don't know." The board shook, "Someone overturned the chair, but my eyes were covered by the black hood, so I couldn't see who it was."

Investigation progress increased from 5.00% to 15.00%.

Dean took a deep breath, his expression almost out of control.

Jayne's coquettish operation is clearly asking for his own death.

If you really can't play too much in life, otherwise you don't even know how you died.

"In your daily life and work, do you have any grudges against anyone?"

"No."

"Who do you think is the most likely murderer?"

"I don't know." Jayne manipulated the sledgehammer with a dull face, "Joan is a caring and good girl, and she is unlikely to harm me."

Dean asked the murder process several times in different ways.

Finally asked out a little clue.

"During the choking process, I heard a man laughing. Then the door opened and closed."

Jayne Harden's answers were pieced together, and the progress of the investigation suddenly increased by 15.00%, jumping to 20.00%.

……

Dean turned his eyes and asked a series of questions in succession.

"You've been in the bedroom since you entered the house and haven't been to the bathroom?"

"No."

Dean nodded. There was only one door between the bedroom and the corridor, and Jayne stayed in the bedroom all the time, so he would know if someone came in halfway.

"During the whole incident, did you notice that a third person entered the bedroom from outside the house?"

"No."

"After the chair was kicked down, you were strangled and struggled desperately, only to hear the man's laughter and the sound of the door opening and closing?"

"Yes."

……

Dean's question stopped abruptly, and he quickly took out the transcript of the conversation between Lawyer Lucville and Joan Cartri, and turned to a certain paragraph——

The woman claimed that after entering the house with Jayne Harden, she locked the door of the room from the inside. The room has no windows and is a secret room. Even if someone else has the key, it is impossible to invade from the outside.

But after the incident, she was too panicked when she opened the door for help, and didn't pay attention to whether the door was still locked.

This statement fits Jayne's description perfectly.

Based on the statements of Joan and Jayne.

The real murderer probably hid in the room in advance before committing the crime, and fled the scene without anyone noticing after committing the crime.

……

As soon as Dean came to this conclusion.

The investigation progress in the system jumped from 25% to 30.00%.

……

Dean's thoughts are like electricity, further analysis,
"Then where is the most likely part of the room where the assailant was hiding before he struck?"

The timing of his strike was very clever.

Jayne Harden is in a completely defenseless state. If he chooses to shoot at this time, he will not expose himself, and he can easily kick over the stool to obliterate a life.

It was no coincidence that the murderer must have chosen a hideout where he could observe the entire room.

But there are very few places to hide in the room.

Dean squatted down and looked under the double bed, it was narrow and dark.

If you hide under the bed, only the left and right sides of the bed have outside vision.

The place where Jayne hanged himself was outside the end of the bed, the end of the bed was almost sealed off from the ground, and his state could not be observed at all.

And when Jayne and Joan are playing games, if you change your posture, you may find the person under the bed. This is not a wise choice.

As soon as Dean raised his head, he looked directly at the shuttered wardrobe against the wall on the left side of the bed.

Opening the cabinet door is very smooth, basically without any sound.

Two disposable pajamas and a thin blanket hung in the closet.

He went straight in and closed the door, hid in the tapestry, looked through the gaps between the wooden bars on the cabinet door, and saw the entire bedroom at a glance, without any blind spots.

He had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't confirm it yet. He returned to the divination board and asked the next question,
"Have you ever used the shuttered wardrobe after you entered the room?"

"No."

"Apart from the time last week, have you and Joan Cartree played games at 2-21 before?"

"Many times."

"Have you used that wardrobe before?"

"Never, we bring our own tools, luggage and clothes."

Dean nodded. It was almost certain that the culprit was hiding in the shuttered closet in room 2-21 to enjoy the performance, and definitely more than once.

But last week he couldn't help but make a move, and then he ran away without a sound, leaving the mess and the blame on the hapless Joan Cartree.

this idea together.

Investigation progress jumped to 40.00%[-].

……

Holden obediently kept silent, watching the young companion sometimes close his eyes and meditate, and sometimes smile inexplicably, like a psychopath.

In the past, he would have to advise the other party to see a psychiatrist.

But now, after meeting the real soul.

He could no longer say any questioning words, and at the same time sighed,
I am like a mouse trapped at the bottom of a well, today I finally climbed out of the dark shackles, and the vast world is oncoming - the world opens another magical door to him!

Countless thoughts came flooding in.

Asking the deceased for clues to investigate the case subverts all old and outdated concepts. Compared with this, the usual investigation methods of COP and FBI are as slow as snails!
……

"The last two questions," Dean's voice called back his attention, "Jayne Harden, what is your impression of the staff at the Kovan Hotel, waiters, front desk, etc.? Did any of them impress you? A particularly profound person, or something?"

"No."

"Have you ever offended, like disrespected, discriminated against, a certain hotel staff?"

"No."

almost.

Dean put away the chessboard and restricted the soul-absorbing power of the board, and it didn't take long.

Jayne Hayden's soul disappeared in midair, probably returning to Limbo Prison.

……

"Is Jayne Harden gone, Dean?"

"Well, it left."

"So, you have been using psychics to assist in the investigation?" Holden finally couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, staring into his eyes and asking,
Dean nodded, "In the case where the cheating partner killed his wife, I chatted with the poor lady's soul."

"No wonder you were able to lock down criminals at the speed of light!"

"Don't get excited." Dean shook his head, "Back to the current case, Jayne Harden said so much just now, what do you think?"

"Fake, it's so cool!" The candlelight illuminated Holden's flushed face that was so excited that he was sweating, and he said swear words for the first time, "It's rare for me to experience such a smooth and fast investigation. Fierce range!"

He grinned nervously, like a madman.

Not only did Dean not take it seriously, but he grinned and showed his white teeth as if he saw the same kind.
"Oh, let's hear it."

(End of this chapter)