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Not only was the grass more lush, but the shape was also too eye-catching.

This was clearly the shape of an adult lying down.

With Locke’s knowledge of corpses, he instantly concluded that there was a corpse buried under the lush grass.

“Yes, I caught it…”

Locke turned his head and saw that the male firefighter with a birthmark on the corner of his eye had already caught the white cat.

Even though it was caught in the net, the white cat still bit the mouse tightly and made a fierce cry from its mouth, obviously extremely angry about disturbing its feeding.

“Thank you for your help, I’m Maya Grant…”

Locke looked at the black female firefighter in front of him who was smiling enthusiastically, and was a little confused. What did I help?

But when he saw the heat in her eyes and the deliberate lowering of the zipper of her green uniform, revealing the black vest inside and the bottomless cleavage, he instantly understood.

Uh, this damn charm!

Locke took a step back, smiled apologetically at the black female firefighter, and extended his hand, “Locke Lee, thank you for your help…”

Maya Grant understood immediately, her expression froze, shrugged, turned around and walked towards the ladder platform, without any intention of perfunctory with Locke.

She looked like a proud and angry person who failed to hook up.

Luckily, the male firefighter was very gentlemanly. He took a step forward, bent down and stretched out a hand to shake Locke, “Oliver Stark, thank you for your help…”

Seeing Locke standing still, he was surprised and said, “Officer, aren’t you going down with me?”

Locke waved to David downstairs, “Oliver, please send my colleague up, thank you!”

Although Oliver Stark didn’t understand why Locke did this, he still ordered Maya Grant to go down and pick David up.

Maya Grant looked at Locke unhappily, and then muttered in a low voice and lowered the platform.

Locke was a little speechless. He really didn’t discriminate against this race. Wilshire’s black colleagues all got along well, but the average quality of this race was indeed lower than the normal level.

Oliver Stark said awkwardly: “Actually, Maya’s people are pretty good, but they’re just too enthusiastic…”

Locke shrugged, not knowing how to respond.

Soon, David was sent up. Oliver Stark hurried to the eaves to protect him on the roof and handed over the trap net and cat in his hand.

David walked carefully on the roof, cursing: “Damn, didn’t you catch the cat? Why did you ask me to come up?”

When he approached Locke, he turned his head and saw Maya Grant was already operating the ladder platform to send the cat down, so he whispered: “Why did the African-American firefighter complain about your racial discrimination?”

Locke was about to talk about the backyard turf, but he was stunned and felt it was ridiculous.

Shit, what’s wrong with this brain? If you don’t fuck you, you are discriminating?

He sighed silently, “We’ll talk about this later…”

David interrupted him, “Boy, this is a serious accusation, you’d better go back to Captain Jones to make a record…”

“OK, I know what to do!”

Locke looked helpless, this is an unexpected disaster!

He said to Oliver Stark on the other side of David: “Oliver, if necessary, please help me testify!”

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Oliver Stark had the urge to jump off the roof, it was so embarrassing, and hurriedly replied: “OK, no problem, I will answer truthfully…”

Locke didn’t want to dwell on this matter anymore, and without waiting for David to speak again, he pointed to the grass in the backyard, “David, look there…”

Although the backyard was already overgrown with weeds, the long strip of grass was obviously fertilized, and the weeds grew abnormally lush, taller than

David had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue He looked down and followed the direction of Locke’s finger. His expression changed instantly. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “What do you think it is?” Locke replied, “I asked you to come up and take a look because I’m not sure!” Oliver Stark stared at the grass in a daze and said in a lost voice, “Is there a person buried under here?” David turned on the intercom directly, “7Adam15, 34 Park Street, need support…” … Half an hour later, Locke and Nathan were digging in the backyard with shovels. Because they were still just suspicious, David only asked for a patrol car to reinforce. Nathan used to run a construction company, so he used the shovel very well and was very good at digging. However, he was not a construction worker after all, and he was old, so he was out of breath in a short while. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, “Is there really a body buried here?” Locke was actually very good at using a shovel. The work of a scavenger was comprehensive. In addition to cleaning the scene and faking the scene, which were difficult,In fact, it is more about cleaning the body and destroying the body, so digging a hole is a basic skill.

But he had to pretend that he didn’t know how to do it, and kept slacking off, saying, “We’ll know in a minute…”

In fact, he basically concluded that there was a body underneath by looking at the dug soil. The soil soaked by the corpse water is different. This is the same logic as the tomb robbers in China digging holes to explore the tomb.

The body was not buried deep. After digging up all the grass, it was less than 30 centimeters, and soon clothes and a piece of bones were seen.

Nathan was shocked and exclaimed, “There really is a body!”

Seeing the body, Locke immediately threw the shovel in his hand aside. The next job was the forensic department.

Nathan stared at the bones in horror and asked, “What should we do now?”

Locke was amused by this guy, “Of course, notify Superintendent Mona to call for help!”

Soon, the detective team of the Wilshire Police Department took over the case, and the forensic department and forensic doctors also moved in. Locke and other patrolmen became small minions doing odd jobs on the periphery.

And Grandma Nancy was also taken into custody as the first suspect.

…

Wilshire Police Station.

After working overtime for two hours, Locke and David were finally able to return to the police station. After locking their guns and changing their clothes, they were ready to leave. The report to Captain Jones about the female firefighter’s complaint about his racial discrimination was also postponed to tomorrow.

However, before leaving the police station, Locke suddenly received a call from Anna Davis, “Captain…”

A few minutes later, Locke hung up the phone and turned to David and said, “Grandma Nancy asked me to go to the record with you before I said…”

It turned out that since the body was found in the backyard, no matter how the detectives asked, Grandma Nancy remained silent about the body in the backyard until the forensic doctors quickly verified the owner of the body.

However, Grandma Nancy also made a request, and she only told Locke and David.

Just now, Anna Davis called Locke to understand the process of Locke’s contact with Grandma Nancy.

Outside the interrogation room, two police detectives, Edmund and Theresa, looked at David and Locke in plain clothes and were a little embarrassed. “David, Locke, thank you for your help…”

Chief Anna Davis and Captain Jones, the head of the patrol department, were also there.

Captain Jones smiled at the two and said, “Well done, guys!”

Anna Davis said to David, “David, you will be the main interrogator later. Locke has no experience…”

Through the observation mirror, Locke saw that Grandma Nancy in the interrogation room was holding the white cat. Obviously, this should be one of her requirements.

Grandma Nancy was still stroking the cat gracefully, without any panic, as if she was still sitting on the sofa at home.

Locke suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it in a movie.

He didn’t understand why she asked David to come with him for the interrogation.