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As soon as Locke returned to the police station, Richard Jones called him into his office. Captain Jones first praised Locke for his heroic behavior last night, and then asked, “Did you touch the suspect Miller last night?” Locke shook his head and said, “No…” Captain Jones asked again, “Where is Thaddeus?” Locke’s heart skipped a beat and replied, “He did, but he was searched. What’s wrong?” Captain Jones said gloomily, “This guy is an HIV carrier…” “This bastard!” Locke remembered that this beast had penetrated the female victim without a condom last night. This woman was so unlucky. Not only was she raped, but she might also be infected with HIV. Then he thought of the physical contact between Teddes and the beast, and asked hurriedly, “How is Teddes?” Captain Jones said in a deep voice, “We just found the medical records of this bastard this morning. Teddes has gone to the hospital to get a blocking injection. He said that you didn’t have any contact with the suspect, so I didn’t call you…” Locke recalled that Teddes only rubbed the black man a few times last night, which shouldn’t be a big problem. He said angrily, “Fuck, I should have shot this bastard!” Captain Jones’s face sank, “Shut up, don’t say such things in front of me. In the future, when you meet such homeless people, you must be more cautious and wear gloves when you have physical contact…” After leaving Captain Jones’ office, Locke was taken over by the detective team to record the record, which was finished in less than half an hour. When he came out, he happened to meet Teddes who came back from the hospital, and there were two other police officers who had physical contact with the black Miller last night. According to LAPD regulations, police officers must get blocking injections as long as they have contact with HIV carriers. If there is further risk of contact, they will be suspended and leave directly to wait for the results of the hospital test. Fortunately, no one helped that bastard stuff his bird last night!

Seeing that Thaddeus looked lonely, Locke comforted him, “Don’t worry, nothing will happen!”

Thaddeus shrugged, “I’m fine, but I found that my previous understanding of the black community was wrong…”

He showed a confused look, “I found that I hate black people a little. They have obviously experienced hardships and been enslaved. Why don’t they work hard to change their ethnicity? Instead, they are so degenerate and willing to be garbage?”

Locke looked at Thaddeus in disbelief. Was his brainwashing last night so powerful?

He actually turned a black person into a racist who discriminates against black people!

Teddys said again: “I was notified of suspension this morning…”

Locke immediately thought about why, “Because of what I said last night?”

Teddys nodded and said indifferently: “Well, my father called and scolded me, and asked why I had to take a video when I said those words…”

Locke was embarrassed and apologized: “Sorry, my fault…”

Teddys turned around and comforted him, “It’s none of your business. You also want to lock in the evidence of the crime. It’s my problem. I didn’t control my emotions…”

He sighed in frustration, “We were just in the hospital and saw the victim crying last night…”

Locke sympathized with the victim’s experience. Perhaps if they had arrived earlier, they might not have intervened.

He patted Teddys on the shoulder and comforted him: “It’s just once, I heard that the probability is very low…”

“Low probability does not mean there is no risk…”

Teddys said expressionlessly: “During the time waiting for the report, she will have to suffer in the judgment of fate, which is too unfair to her. If she hadn’t met that beast, she wouldn’t have to endure all this…”

Locke was stunned for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong.

Uh, he just glanced at the female victim last night. She was crying and crying. He vaguely remembered that she was a white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes and a petite figure.

Could it be that Thaddeus was attracted to the female victim?

Or did he want to atone for his black compatriots?

This…

…

Locke didn’t stay in the Wilshire Police Station for long. David came back to pick him up soon.

Seeing Locke sitting in the driver’s seat, David twisted his body in the passenger seat and complained: “I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t driven for too long. I’ve only been driving for a morning and my back and waist are sore. Uh, what’s wrong with you? Why don’t you look good?”

Locke drove the patrol car out of the police station and said, “After Teddy and I left Old John’s bar last night, we caught a rapist…”

David drank the iced American coffee he just bought, looking very enjoyable, and replied, “I knew about this when I came to the police station this morning! Well done! I also heard that the suspect was caught and brought back to the police station with his cock exposed…”

Locke turned his head and glanced at him, “Then do you know that the suspect is an HIV carrier?”Fuck…” David subconsciously dodged to the side and asked, “Are you okay?” Locke gave him a middle finger and said unhappily, “I didn’t touch the suspect from beginning to end…” David breathed a sigh of relief, sat up straight, and asked in confusion, “Why do you look like you’re infected with HIV?” Locke told David about the changes in Thaddeus’s thoughts and his guesses, and asked worriedly, “If Chief Philip knew, would he make trouble for me?” After hearing this, David was silent for a few seconds, and said speechlessly, “I think you don’t want to be a policeman anymore. You’re so good at talking, so you might as well be a politician. You have great potential in this area…” “Zizi, 18 Sunset Avenue, someone called the police and said that the neighbor was killed…” “7Adam15, copy…” Locke took a look at the map, immediately turned to Sunset Avenue, and asked casually, “How was your morning? ”

David replied with one word, “Busy…”

Locke curled his lips. He was indeed an experienced patrolman for more than 20 years. His words were so steady, as steady as an old dog, and he didn’t even make a mistake.

Soon, Locke and his team arrived at 18 Sunset Avenue. A terrified white woman stood on the side of the road. When she saw Locke’s police car, she immediately rushed up and shouted, “Mr. Thomas was killed…”

“code 6 A…”

Locke left the code for the exit inspection and got out of the car with David.

They didn’t go into the room immediately. David asked the white woman, “Ma’am, what’s your name?”

The white woman replied, “Caroline, Caroline Brown…”

David asked as he walked, “Ms. Caroline, please tell me how you found out that Mr. Thomas was killed? ”

According to Ms. Caroline, she baked delicious pastries at home in the morning, and called Thomas, who lived alone at home, to come over and taste them together. However, no matter how she called Mr. Thomas, there was no response.

She was worried that Mr. Thomas had an accident, so she went into the room to check, and finally found Mr. Thomas in the bedroom. Mr. Thomas was tied to a rattan chair in the bedroom, covered in blood, and was dead, so she immediately ran home to call the police…

Locke and David were about to enter the door when they found that another police car had arrived for support. It was Inspector Mona and Weilun.

Inspector Mona came over and asked, “How is it? “David replied: “We just understood the situation and were about to go in to check…” Under the leadership of Ms. Caroline, the four went straight to the bedroom on the second floor. They smelled a strong fishy smell before they got close. Locke and the others did not go in. They all looked inside from the door. Since he was already dead, there was no need to go in, so as not to interfere with the evidence collection of the forensic department. On a rattan chair near the window of the bedroom, a middle-aged man was tied to the rattan chair with his head hanging down. There were many wounds and bloodstains on his body. There was a large pool of blood under the rattan chair. There was also a stinky smell of feces and urine in the air. The deceased had incontinence. Superintendent Mona looked serious, “Just notify the detective bureau!” Locke hesitated for a moment and said, “Maybe, there is no need to notify. This scene looks a little familiar!”