North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Not only is the grass growing lusher, but the shape is so noticeable.

This is clearly the shape of an adult lying down.

Based on Locke's knowledge of corpses, he instantly concluded that there was a corpse buried under this lush turf.

"Yes, I caught it..."

Locke turned around and saw that the male firefighter with a birthmark in the corner of his eye had already trapped the white cat.

Even though it was trapped in the net, the white cat still clung to the mouse and screamed fiercely, obviously extremely angry at disturbing the mouse.

"Thank you for your help, I am Maya Grant..."

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

But when I saw the heat in her eyes, and when she deliberately pulled down the zipper of her green uniform, revealing the black vest and bottomless groove inside, I instantly understood.

Ugh, this damn charm!

Locke took a step back, smiled apologetically at the black female firefighter, and stretched out his hand, "Locke Lee, thank you for your help..."

Maya Grant understood instantly, her expression condensed, she shrugged, turned and walked towards the ladder platform, with no intention of being perfunctory with Locke.

She looked like a tsundere who was angry because she couldn't hook up.

Fortunately, the male firefighter was a gentleman. He took a step forward, bent down and stretched out a hand to shake Locke's hand, "Oliver Stark, thank you for your help..."

Seeing Locke standing still, he was surprised and said, "Officer, why don't you go down together?"

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 up David.

Maya Grant looked at Locke unhappily, then lowered the platform with a low murmur.

Locke was speechless. He really had no discrimination against this race. Wilshire's black colleagues could get along well with each other, but the average quality of this race was indeed lower than the normal level.

Oliver Stark said awkwardly: "Actually, Maya is a nice person, but she is too enthusiastic..."

Locke shrugged, not knowing how to answer.

Soon, David was brought up. Oliver and Stark hurriedly walked to the eaves to protect him on the roof, and handed him the trap and cat in his hands.

David walked cautiously on the roof, cursing: "Damn, haven't you already caught the cat? Why did you ask me to come up?"

When he approached Locke, he turned around and saw Maya Grant descending on the ladder platform to send the cat down. He asked in a low voice: "Why did the African-American firefighter complain about racial discrimination against you?"

Locke was about to talk about the lawn in the backyard, but he was suddenly stunned and felt ridiculous.

Damn it, how come you have such a brain? If you don’t fuck, you are discriminating?

He breathed a sigh of relief, "We'll talk about this later..."

David interrupted him, "Boy, this is a very serious accusation. You'd better go back to Captain Jones to make a record..."

"OK, I know what to do!"

Locke looked helpless, what a disaster!

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

Oliver Stark had the urge to jump off the roof. It was so embarrassing, so he quickly replied: "Okay, no problem, I will answer truthfully..."

Locke didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore. Before David could speak again, he pointed to the patch of turf in the backyard, "David, look there..."

Although the backyard was already overgrown with weeds, the long piece of turf had obviously been fertilized. The weeds grew extremely lush and tall.

David had to swallow the words that came to his lips and looked in the direction of Locke's finger. His expression changed instantly. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "What do you think it could be?"

Locke replied: "I just asked you to come up and have a look because I wasn't sure!"

Oliver Stark stared at the piece of turf blankly and said in a voiceless voice: "Isn't there a person buried under this?"

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 suspicious, David only asked for a patrol car for reinforcements.

Nathan used to run a construction company, so he was very good at using shovels and digging soil. However, he was not a construction worker after all, and he was also old, so he became out of breath after a while.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Isn't there really a corpse buried here?"

Locke is actually very good at using a shovel. The work of a scavenger is comprehensive. In addition to cleaning up the scene and forging the scene, which are difficult tasks, the more important thing is to clean up the corpses and destroy the corpses, so digging holes is a basic skill.

But he had to pretend he didn't know how, kept paddling, and replied: "We'll find out later..."

In fact, when he looked at the excavated soil, he basically concluded that there was a corpse underneath. The soil soaked by corpse water was different. This was the same logic as the Chinese tomb robbers who dug holes to explore tombs.

The corpse was not buried deep. After digging out all the grass, the body was less than 30 centimeters deep. Clothes and a section of bones were soon visible.

Nathan was startled and exclaimed: "There really is a corpse!"

Seeing the corpse, Locke immediately threw aside the shovel in his hand, and the next work was in the forensics department.

Nathan stared at the bones in horror and asked, "What now?"

Locke was amused by this guy, "Of course I'll inform Superintendent Mona to shake him off!"

Soon, the detective team of the Wilshire Police Department took over the case, and the forensics department, forensics, and trace examination were all stationed in the case. Locke and the other patrol officers were suddenly reduced to small men working on the periphery.

Grandma Nancy was also regarded as the first suspect and was controlled.

……

Wilshire Police Department.

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. Reporting to Captain Jones that the female firefighter complained about his racial discrimination was postponed to tomorrow. .

But before leaving the police station, Locke suddenly received a call from Anna Davis, "Captain..."

A few minutes later, Locke hung up the phone, turned to David and said, "Grandma Nancy asked me and you to take notes..."

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

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

Anna Davis called Locke just now to learn about Locke's contact with Grandma Nancy.

Outside the inquiry room, two detectives from the police station, Edmund and Theresa, looked at David and Locke, who were in plain clothes. They were a little embarrassed, "David, Locke, please..."

Chief Anna Davis and Captain Jones, the commander of the Patrol Division, were also there.

Captain Jones smiled at the two men and said, "Welldone, guys!"

Anna Davis said to David: "David, you will be the main subject of the interrogation later. Locke has no experience..."

Through the observation mirror, Locke saw Granny Nancy holding the white cat in the inquiry room. Obviously, this should also be one of her requests.

Grandma Nancy still petted 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 certain movie.

I don't understand even more why she asked David to come with him for interrogation.