[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

"Judging from the arrangement of the bones, the deceased was in a prone position..." Dick stared at the corpse and told Ryan what he found.

"If it didn't fall in the entrance, then it was thrown in by someone."

Dick knew that the corpse should have been thrown in from the outside, and it was thrown in after death, but there were still unexplainable doubts.

First of all, if the deceased entered the house and fell, then such a posture should not be presented. The first reaction of a normal person after falling is to support the ground with his hands.

However, the hands of this corpse were bent forward, as if someone had fallen asleep and was thrown on the ground, without any trace of struggle.

The possibility of being drugged is not ruled out. The corpse was burned, and there was no trace of burnt on the ground except for the corpse oil spilled from the burned corpse——

Ryan reached out and touched the ground, raised his head and said to Dick expressionlessly: "This is a pure wooden floor, I remember you said that there were no traces of burnt on the ground, so it was burned and thrown into the house. "

Ryan had exactly the same idea as Dick.

Immediately afterwards, Ryan sniffled and said the second thing Dick suspected.

"The strange thing is that the bones of the dead body are still neatly arranged. If they were burned and thrown in, the bones should be scattered or broken. More importantly, the reporter saw the black smoke burning on the house by accident. I reported the case because I thought it was on fire."

What Ryan said was exactly what Dick felt was inconsistent.

If the deceased was burned and thrown into this house, why did black smoke rise from the roof? Then if the deceased was burned in this house, why were there no traces left on the ground?

At this time, the police officers of the serious crime team had arrived, and they quickly surrounded the scene, assigning police forces to block and investigate the surrounding area.

The person in charge of the serious crime team walked into the wooden house. He was also so disgusted by the scene inside that he turned his face, but said nothing. He ordered the police to enter the scene and start investigating.

Ryan walked around the room under Dick's guidance, and suddenly asked, "Is this corpse a man or a woman?"

Dick froze for a moment. He stared at the charred corpse. Although the corpse was beyond recognition, it was still easy to identify the gender of the corpse through the bone image.

There is a big difference between male and female skeletons. A normal male skeleton is slightly larger than a female skeleton. This skeleton looks like a female skeleton, but——

"It should be a—" Dick's words were snatched away by the head of the serious crime team.

"Officer Brea, looking at the corpse of this woman through the bone statue, it should be the owner of this room, Tolia Carter's corpse." Anderson expressed his conjecture in a flattering and affirmative tone.

Dick frowned, and he glanced lightly at the head of the serious crimes team who was trying to show himself to please Ryan.

Ryan asked, "Really?"

Anderson was a little confused by Ryan's rhetorical question.

He replied affirmatively: "Yes, Ms. Carter rarely contacts people. According to our investigation, she has an ex-husband. The two of them lost money in business before. In order to avoid debts, they found a suburban settlement and earned living expenses by selling wood. "

"In other words, her ex-husband was mainly in charge of the timber business, but later her ex-husband became addicted to drugs and always beat Ms. Carter and asked Carter for money. Carter couldn't stand it and chose to divorce. After the divorce, her The ex-husband would come back to Carter for money when he had no money."

"Perhaps her ex-husband ran out of money outside and asked Carter for it when he came back, but Carter refused to give it, so he brutally killed Carter and ran away."

"This address is only known to Ms. Carter and her ex-husband, so Ms. Carter's ex-husband must have killed her."

The more the person in charge talked, the more he felt that what he said was reasonable, and he felt that what he had grasped was the truth.

...Only Ms. Carter and her ex-husband know?

Anderson's reasoning was completely wrong, Dick thought so, but he didn't interrupt Anderson's speech. His eyes swept over their chief, the handsome young man who was in charge of the case.

Ryan thoughtfully bent his fingers against his full lower lip. He lowered his head slightly, his brows were lightly knotted, and he was thinking. His beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and his black and smooth hair followed his lowering movements. fell between the forehead.

The young and beautiful officer's cheeks are always slightly red, his face is full of seriousness but even more dazzling, the full red lips are slightly parted, and the white tooth surface is faintly visible inside, revealing a charming luster.

Quite pleasing to the eye.

Dick tried to look away from Ryan's face, but couldn't, so he just stared directly at Ryan.

Anyway, Ryan couldn't see him looking at him.

The next second, Ryan raised his eyes, and the beautiful blue eyes that seemed to be covered with a shadow met Dick.

Dick's breath was stagnant, and Dick, who was suddenly caught, suddenly looked away.

Immediately afterwards, Ryan frowned slightly, and suddenly asked, "Officer Grayson."

"Here!" Dick straightened his body subconsciously, and replied loudly. His voice was so right that the policemen who searched the house couldn't help but look sideways at him.

Ryan: "What are you looking at me for?"

Dick coughed twice in embarrassment, and he muttered, "Sir, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

Ryan laughed and said, "You don't need your eyes to catch your sight, let alone your undisguised gaze."

Dick puffed his cheeks and was a little depressed. He just didn't understand why Ryan could know that it was him, and he was not the only one here.

Ryan's next words answered Dick's question.

"Besides, you are the only one who dares to stare at me so blatantly in the police station. When you are in the office, you always stare at me."

Richard John Grayson heard the uncontrollable laughter from his colleagues around him, and he thought blankly: Oh, that's it.

Dick simply didn't hide it, and with a refreshing smile on his face, he hit a straight ball.

"Because the chief is very beautiful, I can't help but look at it."

He heard gasps and whispers from several of his colleagues.

'Ah, Grayson said straight up. ''My God, Grayson is the first person in the police station to tell Chief Brea that he is very beautiful' 'Anyone bet right? ''no?I remember that everyone voted and no one dared to say. '

Dick was sure he saw the corners of Ryan's mouth twitch and he clenched his fists.

Oh, it looks like Ryan doesn't like being called 'pretty'.

"Thank you for the compliment." Then Ryan still showed a non-lethal lazy smile, looking easy to get along with, but that delicate and sharp face is like a rose with thorns, which is always discouraged .

Ryan turned to Anderson and ordered: "You send someone to control Ms. Carter's ex-husband first."

At this time, Anderson said triumphantly: "I guessed that there was something wrong with him a long time ago, and I sent someone to arrest him in advance."

Hearing this, Ryan and Dick frowned at the same time.

Ryan: "Take some of the deceased's bones back for testing."

Anderson's face froze for a moment, and he had already expressed his reasoning and was convinced that the corpse was Tolia Carter.

However, Ryan still proposed to take part of the bones and take them back to the police station for testing, which made it clear that he did not believe in Anderson's judgment.

The subordinates of the serious crime team looked at the person in charge who obviously had a bad face, and then at their team leader. Finally, they picked up the evidence bag and picked up a bone, which was sent to the police station for testing.

Dick was relieved.

The wind lifted Ryan's hair, his nose moved, his blind stick hit the ground, avoiding obstacles on the ground, and slowly walked towards the source of the wind.

Ryan carefully touched the window frame with his hand to determine the size of the window. The window was wide open, and the wind was blowing in from outside the window.

Ryan put his hands on the window sill, the wind blowing outside the window was the freshness and rich fragrance of flowers in the forest, roses.

"What's outside the window?"

Dick stared at the fiery red outside the window, and the rosaceae plants swaying with the wind, and replied to Ryan: "There is a flower field, and the plants are roses."

Ryan withdrew his hand, and asked with a flat expression: "What about the scale?"

Dick replied, "About two acres."

He didn't know why Ryan asked this question, he only knew to act as Ryan's 'eyes' to see things for Ryan that he couldn't see, did Ryan notice something he didn't notice?

"Is the land in order? Have the roses been harvested?"

Dick glanced at the square two-acre field, but he didn't see any traces of collective harvesting. His eyesight was very good, and he would be able to spot any missing piece in the flower field.

"Pretty neat and unharvested."

Ryan said thoughtfully: "She is heavily in debt, and her ex-husband asks her for money from time to time. The last time she transported wood outside was 7 days ago. She planted two flower fields, so neat, that is She wasn't selling roses."

"These delicate flowers take a lot of time and money to cultivate, what is her purpose."

Anderson guessed: "Maybe it's for watching?"

Ryan glanced at Anderson with a half-smile, which made Anderson's heart skip a beat.

"There's something wrong with these flowers!" Dick reacted immediately.

Tolia Carter, who needs to transport wood to the city to sell, does not have enough money and time to take care of roses. There is a problem in this flower field.

"The ruts on the road leading to this hut are not deep. The bumps on the road are obviously due to the stones on the road. If the wood is transported for a long time, the stones on the road should be gravel."

Ryan raised his head, and then ordered to his subordinates: "Go to a few people to thoroughly check the flower fields, carefully observe the soil and flowers, and the rest of them will thoroughly check the surroundings to find nearby rivers or streams."

Anderson frowned and said, "There is no water source nearby. The house has at least a week's supply of pure water. She should have transported the water outside. There is a large water tank on the truck."

Ryan ignored Anderson, he groped and touched the furniture in the house with his fingers.

Dick asked with interest: "How do you know there is a river or creek near here?"

Ryan didn't even raise his head: "Echo, the friction sound caused by the nearby river trees being blown by the wind is different, and there is a more obvious point, the air here is quite humid."

Ryan's index finger brushed against the table, and then he paused slightly, he raised his finger, and his thumb brushed against his index finger. "Sawdust."

Hearing this, Dick observed the table. There was a thin layer of powder on the table, which should be the powder left after using an electric drill to drill wood.

"Sir, a creek was found within one kilometer to the west of the crime scene." The police who were sent to investigate whether there was any water source nearby came back and reported to Ryan.