Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 105 105. Breaking the Cage
Dean drove for a quarter of an hour to Barrett Quinn's apartment in North Las Vegas.

He circled the apartment complex.

A glaring surveillance camera was installed above the door of the apartment, and a strong black security guard stood inside the door.

Dean quietly went around to the alley behind the apartment, looked up, and saw rows of black iron pipes hanging from the roof to the ground floor, like a ready-made "vertical ladder".

And there is no surveillance in the back alley, and there is no one on the nearby balcony, so it is a good place for action.

Dean is optimistic about the pipeline corresponding to rooms 7-12 where Barrett Quinn lives.

Twisting the wrists, ankles, and neck, the bones and joints crackled like firecrackers.

Clasp the pipe with both hands, the muscles of the two arms under the shirt squirmed like earthworms, and the latissimus dorsi twisted into an inverted triangle.

Tap your toes where the pipe meets the wall.

One shot!

reed——

Dean jumped up quickly with his hands and feet, his movements were smooth without any pause, like a gecko crawling against the wall, breaking away from the shackles of gravity.

In a breath of about twenty seconds, he jumped to the height of the seventh floor, his body suddenly stopped, his limbs tensed again to gather strength, and he flew towards the balcony guardrail on the right.

The vigorous figure slowed down halfway through the flying, paused at a height of 20 meters above the ground, and was about to fall.

boo——

The translucent "shadow" suddenly flew to Dean's feet, turning into a suspended stepping stone.

He lightly stepped on his right foot, jumped sideways with his strength, pressed his palm on the balcony railing for support, and rolled into the balcony as nimbly as a civet cat.

Standing on the edge of the balcony looking down, Dean took a deep breath.

The movie is really deceptive. If it is not for the superhuman physical fitness and the assistance of Ying, it is not easy to climb the balcony of the tall building.

But he didn't have time to sigh, God's perspective was to observe the interior through the wooden door of the balcony.

The size of the ordinary bedroom, surrounded by white walls, the layout and furnishings are simple, tidy and clear at a glance.

Shadow opened the balcony door through the gap, and Dean put on gloves and walked into the bedroom, and searched from the perspective of God. The room is not big, and there are not many places to hide things.

In 10 minutes, I searched the wardrobe, drawers, bed bottoms, mattresses, and the inside of the pillowcase. In addition to the usual documents and a few sets of old-fashioned clothes, Dean accidentally found a small and smooth key, which was very new in color and had no logo. Numbers or place names, with metallic luster, are obviously not used frequently.

With a thought, Dean put the key into the transparent plastic pocket he carried with him.

God's perspective turned to the bathroom, swept the mirror cabinet and washbasin cabinet in the bathroom, and finally penetrated the toilet tank.

Dean's eyes moved, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He opened the top cover of the water tank, reached out and took out a waterproof bag that was pressed by stones.

There was a stack of photos in the bag.

Dean randomly picked out one. The background was a certain floor of the Gawain Hotel. Joan Catri was walking in the corridor in a red dress, showing a beautiful profile.

Dean flipped through one by one, besides Joan Cartri, there was also a photo of the deceased Jayne Harden.

Most of the shooting locations are in the corridors, halls, restaurants, activity rooms of the Kovan Hotel...

Occasionally there is the main street of Las Vegas, next to the mall.

The shooting angles are tricky, sideways, and mostly oblique... It can be seen that the photographer should be hiding in the dark and taking pictures secretly.

Nevertheless, the photos vividly show the escort girl's graceful figure and beauty, with interplay of light, shadow and color, revealing Barrett Quinn's profound photography skills.

But Jayne Harden's photos are completely opposite to another style. Barrett cleverly uses the scenery and buildings in the environment to make this middle-aged man out of shape become short of arms and legs , like a disabled and imbecile who cannot take care of himself.

Most of Jayne's photos have a shocking red cross drawn on them.

Barrett made no secret of his hatred for him, and the suspicion in Dean's heart was infinitely magnified.

Investigation progress jumped from 70.00% to 80.00%.

……

Dean went downstairs with the photos and keys and drove back to the hotel.

……

Four p.m.

In the restaurant on the top floor of the Gaowen Hotel, a few sporadic guests tasted desserts and enjoyed afternoon tea leisurely.

Holden and Dean sat at the table in the corner, and from time to time they secretly glanced at a waiter in a single-collar shirt, vest, and black tie in the restaurant.

He has a huge hooked nose and a polite smile.

"Barrett Quinn worked hard. Except for a half-hour break in a daze, he didn't say a word, like a mute. With this performance, he can be selected as the best employee of the day." Holden took a sip of coffee, "Also, I searched his locker and only found some clothes and a camera, but the film was untouched."

"I inquired from the side. He was not in the work area during the time of the crime, so he had time to commit the crime."

"I knew it, it was this guy." Dean asked some evidence sealed in a plastic bag, "Can these photos and keys I brought back be used as evidence to convict him?"

Holden thought for a while,

"The photos prove Barrett's obsession with Joan and his hatred for Jayne, and prove that Barrett has the motive for committing the crime, and you have preserved it well without leaving any redundant fingerprints."

"As for this key, I tried to open the door of 2-21 just now, so he should have secretly prepared it. This proves that Barrett has the ability to quietly hide in the room in advance the day before yesterday, and then killed Jayne."

"Although these two are not direct evidence, they have good gold content and can be used as evidence."

Dean had a look of joy, and then he heard a bad news.

"But unfortunately, they were obtained by you through illegal means and cannot be brought to court."

The smile on Dean's face froze, "Are you kidding me?"

"This is not a joke, it is a rule. Illegally obtained evidence may also be processed illegally and is no longer convincing."

"Then the evidence I've worked so hard to collect is useless at all?"

"At least this allows us to further confirm Barrett's suspicion." Holden handed the photo back to Dean, "You first return the evidence to the original place, and we will go to his house to search for the evidence after we get the search warrant." , then it is justifiable and can be used.”

"The search warrant?"

"A search warrant is not as easy to apply for as an arrest warrant. We have to confirm Barrett's suspicion first, and it will take at least a few days... Don't believe me? Call Lucville and ask, and the barrister will explain it to you better. clear."

Dean tilted his head and looked at Holden's serious face, "I now understand why COP's case handling efficiency is so low."

"The facts are right in front of you. You insist on overthrowing everything in accordance with the laws and regulations. Isn't this a waste of time?"

"But looking at it from another angle, this kind of rigid and strict law can also avoid unjust, false and wrongful convictions to the greatest extent, and avoid torture and frame-up." Holden looked at his indignant companion and explained,

These remarks made Dean's mind flash through a piece of news. There was a famous Simpson murder case in later generations, because the police used some illegal methods, which made important evidence invalid.

In the end, Simpson was acquitted and continued to escape justice.

"I used to be as passionate and righteous as you. I used my psychological knowledge to break down the suspect's psychological defenses, let them break down without calling themselves, and then closed the case smoothly."

Holden continued,
"Even without the evidence, I'm taking this extreme approach and I'm proud of it."

"Later... I swallowed the bitter fruit." He paused, a trace of bitterness flashed across his face, took a deep breath,
"In short, many years ago, in a rural town with more casual management, your method might work."

"But now it's 81, we are in a big city like Las Vegas, and the lawyers hired by Jayne Harden's family are serious about it, and they are trying their best to send Joan to prison. Rules and regulations make them irreproachable."

"Be patient, Dean..." Holden patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and glanced at the waiter who was pouring tea not far away, "We have locked the target, as long as we follow the legal procedures step by step, the murderer is 100% Can't escape."

...

But the time given by the system is only one day left.

Dean picked up the coffee and took a sip, feeling a faint sense of powerlessness in his heart.

With his ability, it would be a breeze to solve the suspect Barrett without anyone noticing.

But to save Joan who was wronged, he had to follow the rules of human society and follow a strict and slow procedure to convict Barrett.

He seemed to be locked in a narrow, dark, dreary iron cage called the law, and he had nowhere to use his energy.

"Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds," he asked Holden, "in compliance with the rules and to close the case quickly?"

"Of course there is..." Holden took a sip of his coffee, and the light mist covered his joking expression, "If Barrett Quinn surrenders himself, then all problems will be solved."

"What did you say? Do it again!"

The movement was a little loud, and the guests next to him cast curious eyes.

Holden hurriedly smiled apologetically at everyone, pointed to his companion and then to his own brain, then repeated in a low voice,

"I said the real culprit surrendered himself!"

Make him surrender? !
Dean's eyes were suddenly filled with excitement, as if he had won the lottery!

Holden inexplicably felt a chill down his back,
"What's your expression like?"

Del!

Dean snapped his fingers and grinned.
"Thank you for your reminder. After Joan is rescued, I will treat you to the deluxe version of noodles."

"Don't be impulsive!" Holden thought of something, his face tightened,
"Trust me, buddy, have I ever let you down?" Dean got up and pulled his suit over his shoulders, "Let's go, first return the photos and keys to their original owners. Then... Jayne Harden's body is still in the park The mortuary?"

"Should still be there, what are you doing?"

A deep gully rose between Holden's brows, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.

"I want to break this boring cage!" The smile on Dean's face showed strong confidence, "I want to solve the problem from the source!"

(End of this chapter)