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

Ah, this, Jack and Hannah looked at each other, what's going on? In the previous surveillance video, the intimate gestures of Katherine Sloan and Pete Hill were very obvious.

Although Americans do have an open-minded culture, this obviously goes beyond the scope of a colleague relationship. How could male and female colleagues hug and kiss each other like this? Even he wouldn't...well...at least in front of other colleagues, Jack was still very careful about the impact.

After asking Catherine's parents for the address of her real boyfriend Eli Dorflinger, Jack and Hannah quickly left without further delay.

Some things do not need to be revealed in public, so as to leave a good impression of a well-behaved daughter to the sad parents. European and American cultures also avoid speaking ill of the dead, and eulogies at funerals usually only choose good things.

Caldwell is equivalent to a suburb of Forrest City. It is less than 20 kilometers northwest of the city center and is still a matter of pedaling.

Time was a bit tight, and Alice didn't drive the command vehicle over. Fortunately, the billiard bar was not so remote that there was no network signal at all, so they directly rented it as a temporary office.

Rich man Aubrey wrote a check and sent away the bar owner who was in a hurry to go back to bed. Five hundred dollars was enough to cover a small bar like that for more than three days. The red-necked old man who was originally worried that the murder would affect his business laughed. The corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

Of course, the money can be reimbursed afterwards, but the person who is currently in charge of the team's funds is this tycoon from Wall Street. There is usually no need to consider too much moral hazard when letting rich people manage accounts, because in theory they look down on it. Some oil and water.

According to Alice's hasty investigation, Catherine's real boyfriend Eli Dorflinger is the son of a local farmer. He owns his own small farm in Caldwell. He is not very wealthy, but he is also from a middle-class family. .

Judging from the information alone, Eli Doflinger's age and family background are quite compatible with Katherine Sloan, of course, only in terms of her current career.

If, as Catherine's father said, she did not encounter tragedy and her dream came true and became a judge in the future, even if she served in such a small place, it would be a proper class jump.

Although Americans don't have the saying of killing the person they love first when they get ashore, it seems easy to understand why Catherine hooked up with her colleague after entering the district attorney's office, because Pete Hill's father is a judge in Little Rock.

Catherine is tall, blond and blue-eyed. Although she is not a great beauty, she has a youthful and beautiful temperament, and she does have the capital to climb up.

Although it may be a bit too much to say that she is a sea king because she only has two feet on the boat, but it also greatly increases the suspicion of her tauren boyfriend.

To be on the safe side, Clay and Aubrey were also called over. The four of them met outside the small farm and entered the farm together.

"There is blood." Sharp-eyed Aubrey was the first to notice the abnormality. He saw a long trail of blood following the ruts leading to the backyard of the farm villa.

"Be careful."

Everyone drew their pistols and followed the trail of blood to a small wooden house in the backyard. A Ford F150 was parked in front of the door of the house. A blue plastic tarpaulin was laid in the truck bed. There was nothing on it, but blood was still dripping down.

An unusually tall figure was busy in the hut with his back to the crowd. Standing far away at the door, one could smell the strong smell of blood and a strange fishy smell coming from inside.

"FBI! Eli Dorflinger, put down the knife in your hand." Aubrey shouted loudly, pointing the gun at the tall figure who still seemed to be unaware.

The boning knife in Eli Dorflinger's hand fell to the ground, and he turned around in a panic, revealing a simple and honest face and a leather apron stained with blood.

Although the scene looked horrifying, Jack put away his pistol in silence, because he could clearly see a disemboweled wild boar on the table in the cabin.

"I have a hunting license. Now is the breeding season for wild boars. Cleaning up these bad guys will help maintain the ecological balance." Facing the other three black muzzles of guns, Eli Doflinger hurriedly raised his hands and stammered in English with a southern accent to explain.

"Yes, that's right. Besides, we in the FBI don't care about this kind of thing."

Jack held his nose and walked into the smelly wooden house and took a quick look. He didn't find any firearms. Judging from the wild boar carcass, it seemed that the big guy was caught in a trap. There was a bloody hole in the pig's head, but it was not a gunshot wound, but a big hole. Caused by a powerful crossbow.

It's a pity that the processing method is a bit rough, and the blood was dragged back before draining away. The meat tastes not much better.

Wild boars are not native to North America. Today's wild populations are all formed by escaped domestic pigs that have re-become wild. If they are properly handled, the taste is not as bad as some people say. In many restaurants in southern states, you can find "delicacies" such as wild boar burgers on the menu.

As for the claim that wild animals are prone to carrying germs, sorry, the rednecks in the South don't care about that.

The wild boar infestation in the United States is simply due to the lack of natural enemies, the vast land and the sparse population, plus the high cost of hunting. If you are not rich and have free time, there is no need to provoke these thick-skinned creatures just for the sake of food. Isn't industrially produced beef delicious?

"So, what is going on?" Seeing everyone put away their guns, the big and honest-looking man asked angrily.

Jack checked his whole body and found that there were no weapons. He patted his shoulder to indicate that he could put his hands down. "We need to know where you were at three o'clock this morning."

Eli Doflinger took off his bloodstained leather apron and threw it aside, still looking confused. "Going hunting, of course."

"Going hunting in the middle of the night?" Aubrey frowned.

"Of course, the journey will take at least three hours. I have to get up at 1 a.m. to get ready so that I can arrive before sunrise."

Just because Eli Dorflinger looks honest, it doesn't mean that he is really heartless. When he contacted the four FBIs in front of him, who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Please, can you tell me what happened?"

Hannah, a Texas girl, naturally felt at home with the Southern accent here, and she couldn't help but speak with her lovely Texas accent, "I'm sorry, man, but we have to tell you that Katherine Sloan was murdered last night."

"What's wrong with her?" Eli Dorflinger subconsciously took half a step forward, and had to stop when he saw Aubrey, who looked nervous, with his right hand on his pistol again.

"Don't be impulsive, big man. We know you two are in a relationship, so we came to our door." Clay also stepped forward and blocked his way, raising his hand to signal him not to act rashly.

Eli Dorflinger's eyes flashed with tears, "Yes, we have been together for four years. What is going on? I don't understand. How could she do it? Kate is a good girl, how can anyone bear it? "

"Why do you think we came to the door? Maybe you found out about her and Pete Hill and got mad and came after them with a gun."

"Wait a minute." Aubrey was interrupted by Eli Dorflinger before he could finish his words. "You mean Kate cheated on me behind my back?"

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"I leave this to you." Jack glared at Aubrey who had an innocent face, then turned his head helplessly to look at Eli Doflinger who was squatting on the ground and crying loudly. The big man was crying like a 200-pound child at the moment, and no amount of persuasion was of any use.

In any case, the suspicion of Catherine Sloan's Minotaur boyfriend has been temporarily ruled out. Although it is not clear whether his current sadness and crying is due to the death of his girlfriend or more due to NRT, judging from his first reaction, it does not seem like he is pretending.

Moreover, he did not go hunting wild boar alone. There were several hunters accompanying him. A little investigation could confirm his alibi.

It was sunset when everyone returned to the billiard bar. Jubal and Jiejie also returned, and the bar counter was piled with files.

Jack put the dinner he bought along the way on the small table, took a file and flipped through it, and found that it was a case about the illegal sale of moonshine spirits.

The Americans have very strict controls on alcohol. Not to mention the age limit for drinking, taxes are also levied directly from the production process.

So although nearly a hundred years had passed since "Prohibition", moonshine was still a very profitable business, especially in these remote central and southern states. He flipped through a few more books and found that almost all of them were about this. aspects of the case.

"I'm going to vomit if I see any more cases of illegal alcohol sales." Jubal, who is already "allergic" to alcohol, said he really couldn't stand it.

"When we went to the prosecutor's office, prosecutor Skip Hardy was sorting through all the felony records from the past five years, and he believed that the murderer of his three assistants must be among them."

Jiejie also had a look of despair. How many serious cases could happen in a year in a small place like this? It's not that the people are simple and the crime rate is low, but that the reporting rate is too low.

The biggest advantage of having a vast land and a sparse population is that even if you accidentally kill someone, you can just drive a pickup truck or SUV and dump the body into the wilderness, and the family of the deceased can just report the person as missing.

Disappearance cases are usually the lowest priority. It's a thankless effort and a waste of time. The Sheriff has no time to deal with this. Wouldn't it be nice to catch a few moonshine brewers? Usually that means a lot of cash. .

Therefore, in this large pile of files, more than 9% are so-called "felonies", occasionally mixed with a few arson and sexual assault lawsuits, which is really confusing.