Los Angeles Detective

   Robbery and Murder Division, No. 1 Squadron.

Nine in the morning.

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

   "Hey guys, what am I missing?"

   "No, you came just in time." Xiao Hei waved his hand, "Come here, our customized revolver is back, it's super handsome."

   Luke walked over and asked, "Anyone for me?"

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

  The revolver is very handsome, with a silver barrel, a wooden handle, and a matching holster.

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

   "Thank you." Luke opened the wooden box, and there was a silver revolver and holster inside. It was heavy to hand, well-made, and had a good grip. "This revolver is good, I like it."

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

  The advantages of the revolver are obvious, but the disadvantages are also very prominent. Not only is the ammunition capacity small, but it is cumbersome to replace the bullets. Unlike a pistol, you can directly replace the magazine.

   The second point is that the airtightness is poor, there is a certain gap between the barrel and the runner, and there will be smoke and air leakage when shooting.

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

  Luke played with it for a while, then put it back into the wooden box, ready to put it in the arsenal of his new home.

  The deputy team looked at Luke and pointed to the gun on his body, "Speaking of customization... is the gun you're carrying a customized Nighthawk 1911?"

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

  The deputy team showed an envious look, "I've always wanted a customized 1911, but I never had the chance to go to Arkansas. You ordered it some time ago?"

  Luke explained, "Nono, Nighthawk also has a branch in Los Angeles, you can go there to customize, and after it is made in Arkansas, it will be mailed to Los Angeles.

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

  The deputy team became more interested, rubbing their hands together, "Can I have a look?"

   "Under normal circumstances, it is not acceptable, but... today is an exception." Luke took the Nighthawk 1911 from the holster and handed it to the deputy team.

  Raymond also came over, "I'll take a look too."

   "Of course, everyone can watch it if they are interested, but it's only for today, no..." Luke glanced at his watch, "It's only for twenty minutes."

   It’s not that Luke is stingy. The gun is what the police eat and save their lives. Unless it’s the closest person, don’t touch it, don’t even think about it.

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

  As for why they don’t buy one themselves, the main reason is that the customized Nighthawk 1911 is more expensive.

  I don’t know when, Reid walked into the office and asked everyone, “Guys, are you satisfied with the customized revolver?”

  The deputy team shrugged, "The workmanship is not bad, but I still prefer this Nighthawk 1911."

  Rett was a little surprised, "Deputy team, is this your new gun?"

   "I hope." The deputy team sighed, and reluctantly returned the Nighthawk 1911 to Luke.

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

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

   "Yes, there is a new case.

   Guys, some are busy. "

  …

   Talip Community.

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

  A black SUV slowly parked on the side of the road. Luke got out of the co-pilot, glanced around habitually, pinned the police badge to his chest, and walked towards the gray villa.

  He just walked near the cordon when a young white policeman greeted him, "Sir, I heard that the Robbery and Murder Division is going to take over the case, but 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 just saw you on TV. I know the big cases you solved. You are amazing. You are my idol."

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

   "My name is Jamie Regan, and I am a police officer of the Central Branch."

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

   "My honor." Jamie Regan organized the language, "At 8:30 in the morning, my partner and I were patrolling nearby, and received a mission from the main station, saying that a dead person was found in a nearby resident's home, and then we came over to check immediately.

  A dead male 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, he is in the yard." Jamie Regan pointed to a middle-aged man sitting in the yard.

   "OK, I'll go talk to him, see you later, Jimmy."

   "Yes, sir."

  Luke walked into the yard, looking up and down at Clint Mann.

  He is a white man in his thirties, looking a little tired, "Mr. Clint Mann."

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

   "My name is Luke Lee, the captain of the Robbery and Murder Department. I am in charge of investigating this case."

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

  The dead body of a stranger appeared in our house. "

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

   "No, I don't know you at all."

   "Why did the corpse appear in your house?"

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

   "When was the body found?"

   "It seemed to be around 8:20, and then I called the police."

   "Who was there?"

   "And my family.

  After we got home, we found that things in the living room had been tampered with. I thought a thief had entered, so I checked other rooms, and found a man lying on the bed in the bedroom on the first floor. "

   "Who is in your family? Where are they?"

   "My wife, son and daughter.

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

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

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

   "Does anyone know that your family is going to travel?"

  “Many people know that our relatives, friends, neighbors, and our dog were sent to the pet boarding center. They originally planned to pick it up after putting down their luggage. Now... we can only wait.

  sir, I hope you will remove that corpse 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, "Do you not recognize it? Or do you not recognize it?"

   "My son is ten years old, my daughter is eight years old, I can't let them see the dead body, it's horrible."

   "I can understand you, but this person died in your home. Your family probably knew him. According to the procedure of handling the case, we need to ask your family to identify him." Seeing that the other party did not say anything, Luke continued, "We will not let the children directly identify the body, but look at the photos of the deceased."

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

   "By the way, did your family lose any valuables?"

"No."

   "Has anyone broken in before?"

"No."

  "Did you find anything unusual or see any suspicious people before traveling?"

"no impression."

   Luke nodded, and said to the deputy team, "Deputy team, take someone to visit the neighbors around, and see if any strangers have been here during the homeowner's stay?"

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

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

  Afterwards, Luke entered the bedroom on the first floor. The bedroom was small in size. Facing the door was a 1.5-meter-wide bed. On the bed lay a white man, wearing trousers and a shirt, with a pale face, foam at the corner of his mouth, and wide-eyed eyes.

   No obvious bloodstains were found, and no traces of struggle were found.

  Beside Xiao Hei was wearing gloves, and was holding a black iPhone in his hand to look through it, "Captain, I found a mobile phone next to the bed, which probably belonged to the victim. There is no password set on the mobile phone, and many photos of this house were taken in it."

  Jackson also came over to check, "There are indeed many photos of the house. Why did he do this? Could it be that the house is used as a commodity to be sent to others?"

  Xiao Hei shook his head, "Don't be stupid, the owner is just going on a trip, not dead, this house is not unoccupied."

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

  Xiao Hei looked at the photos carefully and said, "These photos are taken without focus, and I didn't see anything important. I feel...

  The deceased should be recording the location of the items in the room, and will return the items when he leaves here, so that the homeowner does not know that someone has been here. "

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

  Xiao Hei shrugged, "I grew up in a slum area, where people would try every means to survive. Some people had no money and no place to live, so they would move to those unoccupied houses for a while.

   This is a means of survival for them. "

  Luke asked, "How do they know if the house is occupied? Don't worry about being caught by the owner?"

  Xiao Hei said, “It’s very simple. For example, some people have been ordering milk or newspapers. If they want to travel or go on a business trip, they will usually temporarily cancel the order.

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

  Jackson pouted, "What is this, polite hermit crab?"

"Jingle Bell…"

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