Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 429 The Cremated Remains

after an hour.

The three arrived at Sacramento Municipal Hospital.

Coordinates, psychiatric ward.

Mark crossed his arms and looked at Patrick, who was lying quietly on the hospital bed with messy blond hair, without speaking.

When Patrick and his wife got married, the three of Mark were also there to celebrate.

If I remember correctly.

Mark, Patrick's wedding present, gave him a mask that could be regarded as a work of art, hoping that Patrick would cover his appearance when he cameo as a fake psychic.

only……

Not everyone likes to keep a low profile these days.

Mark couldn't help sighing.

Isn't it exciting to provoke a serial murderer without any scruples on TV?
Why bother.

Money is the same thing, as long as it is enough.

Like Mark.

He has forgotten how much money he has now.

Paused.

Mark looked back at the little policeman sitting on the chair outside the ward and said lightly, "How long have you been in a coma?"

The little policeman seemed a little nervous and stood up and replied: "The nurse just gave him a sedative injection half an hour ago, sir!"

Mark nodded.

Faced with such a sudden change, even an ordinary person would collapse.

What's more, it was Patrick's childhood sweetheart's wife and his own daughter who died.

only?
The autopsy results haven't come out yet, how can you be sure that the lost wife is yours?
Mark looked at Brian and directly handed over the folder he had just flipped through in his hand and asked, "Why isn't the autopsy report in the file?"

Brian was stunned and said in a low voice that it was impossible, and then started to read over there.

ten seconds later.

Brian raised his head and said in confusion: "It shouldn't be, did you forget to put it in?"

Mark looked at Brian's confused eyes and asked angrily, "Didn't you take a look after you got it?"

Brian shook his head and said, "After I asked someone to get this document, I came to pick you up with Matt."

"... When did you arrive?"

"yesterday."

"..."

Mark was speechless, turned his head and glanced at Patrick, who was still unconscious and frowning, and said to Brian and Matt indifferently: "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Sacramento Police Department."

The police station is only two blocks away from Sacramento Municipal Hospital.

Actually.

If you pay attention, almost all the police stations in the mainland are not far from a certain hospital...

Holding the federal ID card, Mark walked straight into the sheriff's office of the police station without hindrance.

Not long after, a guy with a beard and a big belly walked in who looked more like a politician than a sheriff.

As soon as they met, they shook hands with Mark to express their welcome.

After the greeting.

The sheriff rubbed his nose and looked at Mark curiously and asked, "The FBI plans to take over this case?"

Mark waved his hand directly.

Again.

Under normal circumstances, Mark is not willing to compete with other law enforcement agencies for cases.

Or to put it another way.

Mark didn't bother to grab it.

He has solved too many cases. The serial murders, terrorist attacks, and financial cases that he has solved in the past alone are enough for him to enjoy the halo bonus.

What's more, this is California, not New York State.

Even if it was to be robbed, it should be the FBI in California, not the FBI in New York.

but.

Mark just waved the sheriff and said: "However, if your federation wants to take over, I'd be happy to give it to you, but this case is not under our control."

Mark glanced at the sheriff in surprise.

Honestly.

Although the serial murder case sounds terrifying, it is like a delicious piece of fat to local law enforcement agencies.

This thing represents capital, the capital of promotion.

Not just serial murders, but any case that hits the media is a fat meat in the eyes of countless law enforcement agencies.

When Mark first debuted, in order to be able to achieve the speed of light promotion, and to give the seniors a reason, he didn't know how much fat he robbed from the mouths of law enforcement agencies all over the country.

So Mark was very surprised why this case was not under their control, and the sheriff didn't have any annoyance in his eyes.

The sheriff laughed and directly explained to Mark, "I'm going to retire once this year is over."

Mark understood immediately.

Ok.

This guy is all about making himself successful before retiring.

After leaving the police station.

Mark asked Debbie to call up the sheriff's information.

Sure enough, he didn't expect it.

The sheriff, who will be retiring next year, was born in an office, and then sat on the position of sheriff all the way in the office struggle.

A typical office politician.

Not the Sheriff.

now it's right.

After all, he didn't come from a crime-solving background.

If this is any front-line law enforcement officer.

Ha ha.

Rob case?
Come try it.

After putting on his sunglasses, Mark looked at the sunset above his head and turned to Brian and Matt and said, "California is the territory of the two of you, treat me to a good meal."

Brian frowned and said, "Aren't you going to the hospital?"

Mark shook his head.

I just got a sedative injection 45 minutes ago, how could I wake up so quickly.

Moreover.

Based on Patrick's feelings for Redella, even if he is awake, he will continue to be nervous, and it is inevitable to be calm again.

not to mention.

If a person suddenly comes to great joy after great sorrow, the game will be completely over.

Thinking about the information provided by the sheriff just now, Mark directly dialed a number in the Navy compound after getting in the car.

Not long after the phone was connected.

"Hello!" came a greeting full of London accent from the phone.

Mark smiled directly and said, "Dr. Mallard, it's me, Mark Louis."

The person on the phone froze for a moment, then happily asked, "Mark? You won't be introducing me to another beautiful lady this time, right?"

Mark also smiled.

After chatting for a while, Mark directly explained his intentions and said, "Doctor, when you went to the National Forensic Medicine Association last time, I heard from Kate that you played cards with the forensic doctors in the capital of California?"

"Oh, you mean Dr. Rick, yes, I remember."

"It's like this. I encountered a case here. Unfortunately, the victim's body has been cremated. It was signed by Dr. Rick. Can you ask me why?"

"Of course, is there a name?"

"Yes, Rhydra and Sherlock."

"Okay, let me ask for you."

"Please, Dr. Mallard."

After hanging up the phone, Mark narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he watched the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

quite a while.

Mark looked sideways at Brian who was driving and asked with a smile, "Brian, I want to ask you something."

"...What?" Brian answered while driving.

Mark asked: "If your sub-bureau finds the body, will it be cremated directly without the victim's family members signing the consent?"

"Of course not." Brian replied without thinking.

Mark shrugged.

Yeah.

Then why did Patrick's wife and daughter be cremated in less than three days?

interesting……

Mark's eyes fell on the receding scenery, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

(End of this chapter)