Los Angeles 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 looks to be in his fifties, 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 Bourne Nelson, the organizer of Mutual Aid.

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

  I hope that everyone can bravely speak out about 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 am 32 years old, I have depression...

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

  I feel like I have forgotten the feeling of laughing...

   I'm scared...scared of the phone...

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

  I live in a tense state every day...

  I really want to turn off the phone and have a good sleep...

   But I can't...I'm 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've been solving problems for my clients, but my own life has been a mess.

   I make 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 daily 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 horticulturist, this industry is highly 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…”

  People at the mutual aid meeting shared their problems and troubles, most of which were caused by work.

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

   "Boom..."

   At this moment, 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, one black and one black-haired youth, "What do you want?"

   These two people are Luke and Xiao Hei.

  After getting the business card of the Mutual Aid Society from the psychiatrist.

Luke felt that the three cases were likely to be related to this mutual aid association, and then asked Shakru Khan and Melanie Hickman, both of whom admitted that they had participated in the mutual aid association, and the organizer of the mutual aid association was Burr on the business card. Ann Nelson.

  Luke looked at the other party, "Is that Mr. Burne Nelson?"

"it's me."

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

  We are investigating a serial murder case and would like to ask you for some information. "

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

  Luke asked, "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 him, he has participated in a mutual aid club."

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

   "Also a member."

  Luke thought for a while, and then took out the photos of the people 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 club."

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

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

  We have reason to believe that your mutual aid association is involved in these three murders. "

  Burne Nelson stood still, "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 are just here for a routine investigation, and I also hope that these three homicides have nothing to do with the Mutual Aid Society."

   "Where were you between 10pm on December 17th and 2am the next day?"

"I'm at home."

   "Can anyone prove it?"

   "My wife."

   "December 18th between 9:00pm and 12:00pm, where were you?"

"at home."

   "Where were you on December 19 between nine and eleven in the evening?"

"at home."

  Luke had his wife contacted for an alibi.

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

  Bourne Nelson said, "There are too many, all over the country, and I am only in charge of the Mutual Aid Club 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 embarrassed look.

  Luke persuaded, "Don't have a psychological burden, just speak directly.

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

   "Park Jung Min.

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

  He's a good guy, happy to help everyone, definitely not a murderer. "

   "Where is he now?"

"I have no idea."

   "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 brand, style, and color."

   "Do you know where I can find him?"

"have no idea."

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

  …

  Luke didn't ask Burne Nelson further, but let people control him 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.

  Kelmy Apartment.

  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.

   Must race against time.

  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 his hand.

  A patrolman swings the door opener.

   With a sound of "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 is not big, there is only one bay and 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 placed on the table, and there is a smell of pickles in the room.

  The wall on the right-hand side attracted Luke's attention. 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.

  The photos on the wall made it more and more true that Park Jung-min was probably the murderer.

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

  Luke glanced at his watch. It was already 8:10 at this time. Judging from the time when the other party committed the crime, the other party probably hasn't done anything yet.

  The police must find the man in the fourth photo as soon as possible. Every minute added makes the man 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 years old

  Occupation, delivery staff.

  Mobile phone number, 6268362231

   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."

   As he spoke, the man walked 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 headset, "Fuck, her house is really big.

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

   Twenty dollars!

   Really TM rich.

   Do you know what she ordered?

   I ordered a vegetable salad.

Why…

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

   Just for the order I just ran, I can earn a small 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 at ten o'clock.

   Otherwise, I can work until twelve o'clock.

   No, it's two o'clock in the morning.

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

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

   This group of foreigners is 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 to go home, we will be able to 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 parked in front of him, and it was tightly attached to his car. This distance...couldn't drive.

   "Your sister...can drive?" The man sneered, 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. It is blocked by you, 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 his wife likes to watch. By the way, this is the language of Bangzi Kingdom.

   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 Volkswagen cab 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 delivery 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 has excellent physical fitness. The moment the opponent drew his sword, he turned around and ran, "Killer!"

  Bangzi 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 holding his wound.

  Bangzi was chasing after him, 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 away the stick a long time ago.

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

   "Ah!" The delivery man screamed.

  Bangzi chased him up and slashed his back.

  The takeaway man sped up a bit under the pain. 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...

   "Woooooooooooo..."

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

   "Killed!" The takeaway man shouted, hoping to attract the attention of the police car.

   Soon two police cars drove over.

  Bangzi was startled when he saw the police car, 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, holding guns in both hands, shouting, "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 was shaking 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)