The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 293 Corpse

The old sheriff and the local hunter seemed to want to ask more questions. The door to the bedroom on the other side opened, and Jane, wrapped in a smurf, came out.

Not only did she put on a thick sky blue one-piece snow suit, but she also wore a thick woolen hat on her head. Her gloves were also that cute pink color, and they were even connected with a rope in the middle for hanging. The kind in the neck to prevent loss.

This outfit directly made her age go back ten years. She no longer looked like an elite female FBI agent in the workplace, but looked like a teenager who had just entered high school.

The old Indian woman behind her was still babbling, "These are my granddaughter's (granddaughter's) clothes, they are not given to you for free, did you hear that?"

Jane's expression was still awkward, "I heard that, of course."

Corey Lambert, whose expression had been slightly relaxed, froze in place as if he had been petrified the moment he turned his head and saw Jane.

Jack has never seen such rich emotions, surprises, memories, sadness, pain and endurance appear in the eyes of a middle-aged man in an instant.

"OK, uh, ok, we can go."

Corey Lambert wiped his face vigorously before squatting down and picking up the little mixed-race boy, "Hey, man, I need to work for a few hours, during this time you can stay with grandparents (grandparents) ?"

"But today is our day, you promised to accompany me." The little boy was a little unhappy.

"I promise to be back as soon as possible. These two officers need me to lead the way."

There was a bitterness in Corey Lambert's smile. The emotional impact of that moment had not yet dissipated from his heart. When he spoke, there was a faint glint in his eyes.

"Okay, then don't lie to me." The little boy's emotions came and went quickly, and after being teased twice, he crawled into the arms of his grandfather beside him with a smile.

Jack's eyes swept across the room, and finally stopped on the photo wall next to the refrigerator. There was a photo of a girl with a sunny smile on it, dressed exactly like Jane now, and wearing the exact same fleece hat.

This girl should be Corey Lambert's daughter. Could it be that some misfortune happened, Jack kept calm and speculated in his heart.

"Have you two known each other before?" Old Sheriff Ben Xiaoy walked at the front and opened the door. The wind and snow outside were lighter than before, and the visibility was much higher.

"We were trained at the FBI Academy in the same class. After graduation, I was assigned to Vegas and he went to the BAU."

After Jane finished speaking, she was a little confused when she saw the four snowmobiles lined up at the door, and turned her eyes to Jack for help.

"I'll take you." Snowmobiles can also be considered light ground vehicles, and Jack's skills can easily control them.

Hunter Corey Lambert led the way, and the four of them took three snowmobiles and sped towards the place where the body was found.

Twenty minutes later, when they arrived at the destination, the wind and snow had cleared, and the dark clouds overhead had disappeared. Two local policemen, accompanied by a forensic assistant, had set up a simple shed and were busy beside the corpse.

Jane jumped off the motorcycle behind Jack, took off her goggles, pulled down the scarf covering her mouth and nose, looked up at the sky, and then exclaimed, "God, it was still a violent snowstorm just now."

"Yes, there are storms here. It might have been sunny an hour ago, and then suddenly it's full of wind and snow." The old police chief sighed with emotion.

Hunter Corey Lambert glanced at the clouds in the distance and said calmly, "The storm is coming again soon."

Jack jumped off the motorcycle and took a deep breath. The cold and thin air entered the body, which made people feel refreshed. This place is located in the mountains, and the altitude is said to be more than 3000 meters.

It is estimated that the peak not far away should exceed 4000 meters. The peak is covered with snow that has not melted for many years. The scenery is magnificent, but it also means that the living environment is extremely harsh.

"Are you BAU planning to take over this case?" Jane asked as she walked.

Jack shook his head, "It's hard to say for the time being, I was just entrusted by a friend, and now I'm still on vacation, everything depends on you."

Jane nodded noncommittally. She still resented being thrown into such a ghostly place by her boss, and the attitude of the local people was also intriguing, which made her lose energy.

But no matter what, Jane still maintained the professionalism that an FBI agent should have, got into the blockade, and began to carefully examine the condition of the corpse.

"Did the medical examiner confirm the identity of the deceased?"

"It hasn't been officially confirmed yet." The old police chief had just chatted with the forensic assistant and accompanied Jane into the blockade.

"Her name is Natalie Hansen." The hunter, who was resting on the snowmobile, interjected a little uncomfortable.

Jane shrugged and smoothed things over, "Okay, let's take it as confirmed."

"Does she live around here?"

"Fort Wakash, not far to the north." The old sheriff pointed in the direction.

Although the snow here is not thick and just submerged the upper of the shoe, the reflection of the sun is very dazzling. Looking directly at it for a long time will lead to visual impairment, which is how snow blindness comes.

Jack squinted his eyes and looked in the direction the old sheriff pointed. There was nothing there except a large snow field, and he couldn't help asking in doubt.

"How far do you mean not far away?"

“About 30 minutes’ drive.”

"." Jack had such a hard time understanding this sense of humor.

"Then she didn't run away from home. Didn't her parents report her missing before?" Jane continued to ask.

"No." The old sheriff shook his head.

Jack walked around the snow field near the corpse, and then squatted next to the corpse with Jane, already having a rough inference on the cause of death in his mind.

Although the girl who died in the snow seemed to be wrapped in a long thick down jacket, she only had a pair of thin trousers on her lower body, which were stained with blood. She had no gloves on her hands and no shoes on her feet.

On the side of the snow where the girl's face was on the ground, although it was covered with a thin layer of snow, the blood of Da Tan was shocking.

"What's the average temperature at night in this season?" He looked at the hunter who was theoretically most familiar with the local conditions.

Corey Lambert kept looking up at the sky, seemingly not paying attention to them, "It's almost 20 degrees cooler than now."

What he said was the Fahrenheit degree used by the old Americans. Jack silently converted it in his heart, and it was about minus 15 to 20 degrees Celsius, and he was basically sure.

Jane put on rubber gloves and tried to pull off a little down jacket to check the blood on the girl's pants, but failed. The low temperature had already integrated the body, clothes, and snow into one.

"That's why I notified the FBI." The old sheriff explained that this was obvious evidence of suspected sexual assault.

"So, tell me what you think?" Jane poked Jack with her arm quietly and whispered.

"I know that when you were in the academy, you got full marks in the field investigation and forensic science-related tests."