Chapter 544 Hermit Crab

Robbery and Murder Division, First Squadron.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Luke walked into the office and saw everyone gathered together, excitedly discussing something.

"Hey, guys, what did I miss?"

"No, you're just in time." Xiao Hei waved his hand, "Come over quickly, our custom-made revolvers are back, super cool."

Luke walked over and asked, "Do you have mine?"

"Of course, everyone has one." Xiao Hei shook the revolver in his hand and blew on the muzzle.

The revolver was very cool, with a silver barrel, a wooden handle, and a matching holster.

There were eight exquisite wooden boxes on the table, some of which were opened and some were not. The deputy captain pushed an unopened wooden box to Luke, "Captain, this is yours."

"Thank you." Luke opened the wooden box, which contained a silver revolver and holster. It was heavy, well-made, and felt good to hold. "This revolver is good, I like it."

When Luke was preparing to change his gun, he also considered whether to change to a large-caliber revolver, but after repeated consideration, he finally chose the Nighthawk 1911.

The advantages and disadvantages of the revolver are obvious. Not only is the bullet capacity small, but it is also cumbersome to replace bullets, unlike pistols, which can directly replace the magazine.

The second point is that the airtightness is poor, and there is a certain gap between the barrel and the revolver, which will smoke and leak when shooting.

However, as a souvenir collection, the revolver is still very good.

Luke played with it for a while, put it back in the wooden box, and prepared to put it in the arsenal of his new home for collection.

The deputy captain looked at Luke and pointed at the gun on his body, "Speaking of customization... Is the gun you are carrying a customized Nighthawk 1911?"

"Yeah, someone finally noticed that I changed my gun." Luke smiled. After taking the 1911 back from the Nighthawk gun store, Luke got familiar with it for a while, and officially changed it a few days ago, making this gun his main weapon.

The deputy captain showed an envious look, "I have always wanted a customized 1911, but I have never had the opportunity to go to Arkansas. Did you go to customize it some time ago?"

Luke explained, "No no, Nighthawk also has a branch in Los Angeles. You can go there to customize it. After it is made in Arkansas, it will be mailed to Los Angeles.

If there are no special requirements, it will take about a week, which is very convenient."

The deputy captain became more interested and rubbed his hands, "Can I see it?"

"Normally, it is not possible, but... today is an exception." Luke took the Nighthawk 1911 from the holster and handed it to the deputy captain.

Raymond also came over, "Let me take a look too."

"Of course, everyone can take a look if they are interested, but only today, no..." Luke glanced at his watch, "Only twenty minutes."

It's not that Luke is stingy. The gun is the policeman's livelihood and life-saving thing. Unless it is the closest person, don't even think about touching it or looking at it.

This Nighthawk 1911 is too classic and is the dream of many men, so the deputy captain and Raymond asked to see Luke's pistol, otherwise, they would not make such a request.

As for why they don't buy one themselves, it is mainly because the customized Nighthawk 1911 is more expensive.

At some point, Red walked into the office and asked everyone, "Guys, are you satisfied with the customized revolver?"

The deputy captain shrugged, "The workmanship is OK, but I still like this Nighthawk 1911 more."

Red was a little surprised, "Deputy captain, is this your new gun?"

"I hope so." The deputy captain sighed and returned the Nighthawk 1911 to Luke reluctantly.

Red patted Luke on the shoulder, "This gun is good, it suits you very well."

Luke wiped the gun with a piece of khaki cloth and put it in the holster, "Chief, you came here early in the morning, it shouldn't be about the gun, right?"

"Yes, there is a new case.

Guys, some are busy."

...

Taripu Community.

A cordon was set up outside a gray two-story villa, four police cars were parked around, and several patrolmen were maintaining order.

A black SUV slowly stopped by the roadside, and Luke got out of the passenger seat, his eyes habitually scanned the surroundings, pinned the police badge to his chest, and walked towards the gray villa.

As he approached the cordon, a young white police officer took the initiative to greet him, "Sir, I heard that the Robbery and Murder Division is going to take over the case. I didn't expect it to be you."

Luke looked at the young white police officer, "Do we know each other?"

The white police officer was a little shy, "No, I've only seen you on TV. I know the big cases you solved. You are amazing. You are my idol."

"Thank you." Luke smiled politely, "Hey, buddy, what's your name?"

"My name is Jamie Reagan, and I'm a police officer at the Central Branch."

"Nice to meet you , Jamie, can you tell me about the scene? "

"My pleasure." Jamie Reagan organized his words, "At 8:30 in the morning, my partner and I were patrolling nearby, and we received a task from the main station saying that a dead person was found in a nearby resident's home, and then we came to check it out as soon as possible.

A male dead person was indeed found in the bedroom on the first floor of the house, and then we reported it to the main station. "

"Who is the reporter?"

"Clint Mann, he is the owner of the house, and he is in the yard." Jamie Reagan pointed to a middle-aged man sitting in the yard.

"OK, I'll go talk to him. See you soon, Jimmy."

"Yes, sir."

Luke walked into the yard and looked Clint Mann up and down.

He is a white man, about thirty years old, looking a little tired, "Mr. Clint Mann."

The man stood up and looked at Luke, "Yeah, it's me."

"My name is Luke Lee, captain of the Robbery and Murder Division. I am responsible for investigating this case."

Clint Mann asked, "Sir, when will that body be removed? I'm really having a hard time accepting that...

The body of a stranger turned up in our house. "

"Don't worry, the forensic doctor has arrived at the scene and will dispose of the body soon." Luke reassured and asked, "Do you know the deceased?"

"No, I don't know him at all."

"Then why did the body appear in your house?"

"I don't know either. I was traveling with my family and took a flight back to Los Angeles last night. I just returned home early this morning... and found the body."

"What time exactly was the body found?"

"It was about 8:20, then I called the police."

"Who was there at that time?"

“And my family.

After we got home, we found that things in the living room had been tampered with. I thought it was a thief, so I checked other rooms, and found a man lying on the bed in the bedroom on the first floor. His face looked very abnormal, and nothing happened when I called him. I didn't dare to get too close... so I quickly called the police. "

"Who is your family? Where are they?"

“My wife, son and daughter.

I was worried about scaring them, so I sent them to rest at the neighbor's house next door. "Clint Mann pointed to a villa diagonally opposite.

Luke called Jenny and asked her to take notes for Clint Mann's family. Then, Luke continued to ask Clint Mann, "Where did you travel and how many days did you go?"

"We participated in the Guam one-week tour program of West Travel Agency. We left on July 3rd, and today is the 10th."

"Does anyone know that your family is going on a trip?"

"Many people know that our relatives, friends, and neighbors have sent our dog to a pet boarding center. We originally planned to pick it up right after we dropped off our luggage, but now... we can only wait a little longer.

Sir, I hope you will remove that body as soon as possible. "

"We will." Luke simply recorded in his notebook and asked, "Does your family know the deceased?"

Clint Mann shook his head, "I don't know."

Luke asked, "Is it that you don't recognize him? Or that he didn't identify him?"

"My son is only ten years old and my daughter is only eight. There is no way I would let them see the body. It would be too horrific."

"I can understand you, but this man died in your home, and your family probably knew him. According to the case handling procedures, we need to ask your family to identify him." Seeing that the other party did not express anything, Luke continued, " "We don't ask the children to identify the body directly, but look at photos of the deceased."

Clint Mann nodded, "OK, I... will talk to them."

"By the way, have any valuables been lost at your home?"

"No."

"Has anyone broken in before?"

"No."

"Did you notice anything unusual or see anyone suspicious before traveling?"

"no impression."

Luke nodded and said to the deputy team on the side, "Deputy team, take people to visit the surrounding neighbors' homes and see if any strangers have been here during the time when the owner of the house was traveling?"

"Potter, come with me." The deputy greeted, and called a few patrol officers to visit the surrounding area.

Luke entered the house to investigate. As soon as he entered the door, there was a pair of men's leather shoes next to the cabinet. The living room was relatively tidy. There was a used coffee cup and a box of cigarettes on the coffee table in the living room.

Then, Luke entered the bedroom on the first floor. The bedroom was not large. Facing the door was a 1.5-meter-wide bed. Lying on the bed was a white man, wearing trousers and a shirt. His face was pale and there were white spots on the corners of his mouth. Mo, his eyes widened.

No obvious blood stains or signs of struggle were found.

Xiao Hei on the side was wearing gloves and holding a black Apple mobile phone in his hand, flipping through it, "Captain, I found a mobile phone beside the bed, which probably belongs to the victim. There is no password set on the mobile phone, and a lot of photos of this building were taken on it. Photos from the house.”

Jackson also came over to check, "There are indeed many photos of the house. Why would he do this? Could it be that he is treating the house as a commodity and wants to send it to others?"

Xiao Hei shook his head, "Don't be stupid. The owner is just traveling, not dead. This house is not ownerless."

Jackson asked, "Then tell me why the deceased took photos of the house."

Xiao Hei looked at the photos carefully and said, "These photos are unfocused and I don't see anything important. I feel..."

The deceased was probably recording the location of items in the room, and would return the items to their proper places when he left, so that the homeowner would not know that anyone had been here. "

Jackson was a little surprised, "It sounds reasonable, how do you know?"

Xiao Hei shrugged, "I grew up in a slum, and people there would try every means to survive. Some people who had no money or a place to live would move to unoccupied houses.

This is considered a means of survival for them. "

Luke asked, "How do they know if the house is occupied? Aren't they worried about being caught by the homeowner?"

Xiao Hei said, "It's very simple. For example, some people have been ordering milk or newspapers. If they are going on a trip or business trip, they will generally cancel the order temporarily.

Before the owner leaves, they will pack up the house and leave early."

Jackson curled his lips, "What is this, a polite hermit crab?"

"Ding-ling-ling..."

Suddenly, the deceased's cell phone rang, and Xiao Hei was startled and almost dropped the phone.