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

The dull atmosphere at the scene seemed to have been swept away. Rossi smiled and said to the two of them: "Go quickly then. Remember to bring more people. Even if it is an abandoned old zoo, the place is not small."

Jack nodded and went back to the police station with John to pick up some equipment. It was almost 8 pm at this time. Although the police station did not have the high-tech head-mounted night vision devices like SWAT, the extra strong flashlights were still enough.

Tim and others were still busy outside. They found some clues and were preparing to arrest the leader of the underground black market in the prison overnight. The two of them could only call Lucy, plus some police officers who were called back to work overtime by Superintendent Gray. member.

A group of 12 people drove 6 police cars to the abandoned old zoo. A police helicopter would provide them with air support later.

The old zoo has been abandoned for more than half a century. The barbed wire fence is dilapidated and the two gates are crumbling.

Worried about making too much noise and disturbing possible suspects inside, the police officers entered the zoo directly through a gap in the barbed wire fence.

It was dark all around, and the abandoned zoo was silent. Only the owls in the distant woods made a few faint calls, making the atmosphere eerie and terrifying.

"The place is too big, how can we find it?" John asked in a low voice.

Jack thought for a while and tried to use his extraordinary perception to explore the surroundings, but found nothing.

"Go in and take a look. If the suspect committed the murder here, the time must be at least half a year ago, and there will definitely be some traces left."

He paused, looked at the dilapidated facilities around him, and had some ideas.

"There should be no electricity here, right?"

John looked back and said, "The transformer outside has been scrapped long ago, and even homeless people won't come here."

"So the suspect either used a car generator to provide power, or installed a small generator here. Both methods will make a lot of noise. He can find a way to block the light, but he can't block the sound, right?"

The police officers suddenly realized, and they spread out to explore deeper, looking for the building making the noise.

Soon the police discovered the anomaly, and Lucy reported in a low voice on the intercom, "To the northwest, there is a reptile exhibition hall here. I heard the sound of the generator running, and I could vaguely see lights inside."

The rest of the people gathered together, and half of the police officers were divided to surround the exhibition hall to prevent anyone from escaping through the back door or broken windows. The rest were about to break in from the front door. John took a posture and was about to kick the door with his foot, but was pulled by Jack. live.

He gently turned the rusty door handle, and the old wooden door creaked and slowly opened. John tilted his head in embarrassment. He was affected by the atmosphere here and was a little too nervous.

Jack held the gun in both hands and walked at the front, trying not to make a sound. The exhibition hall was divided into several large rooms, and various small rusty iron cages were placed along the walls.

Where the rooms are connected, the partition door has long since rotted. Someone had roughly cleaned up the place, moved the rotten door panels to one side, and nailed a few soft plastic door curtains to the porch to block the wind.

Jack carefully opened the door curtain, feeling somewhat certain in his heart that their guess should be correct. Although these transparent door curtains were stained and stained and seemed to have been hanging for a few days, they did not have spider webs on them, indicating that people had been coming in and out here.

The window glass on the wall was covered with advertising paper and old newspapers. The glass was intact. The homeless would not do such meaningless things. It seemed that they had probably found the right place.

After walking three or four rooms further in, the originally faint rancid smell gradually became stronger. Dim lights came out from the last room. Jack waved his hand gently, and Lucy tiptoed around him with tacit understanding. Next to the door frame, he carefully pulled up the plastic curtain for him.

Jack stood at the door facing a pile of iron cages, but he could vaguely see an iron frame bed in the middle of the room. A naked woman was lying on it. She seemed to be delirious and could not help but make low moans. .

A man was squatting beside the bed with his back to the door, muttering vaguely in his mouth, lowering his head and messing with the woman for unknown reasons.

The Glock in Jack's hand was aimed at the opponent, and he moved forward carefully with his feet. When he felt that the distance was close, he shouted: "LAPD, raise your hands."

The man turned his head sharply. Under the dim light, he saw a face without facial features.

"boom!"

Although the atmosphere in the abandoned zoo at night was eerie, Jack was not too nervous because he was not alone. As a result, he was almost frightened to death when the faceless man turned around, so he subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The faceless man's brain exploded and he fell to the ground without any suspense. Only then did Jack see clearly that this bastard had put a sack on his face and only made two holes for his eyes.

Jack stepped forward and kicked it lightly. The man's right hand spread out, and a bloody tattoo gun fell to the ground. The woman lying on the bed, her abdomen dripping with blood, had the letters DOD tattooed on it, and the numbers hadn't even come yet. carve.

Lucy hurried forward to check the woman's condition.

"Is she okay?" Jack asked.

"She's still alive. I don't know what this child of the beach injected into her. It might be a sedative or a drug." Lucy rolled the woman's eyelids and shined a flashlight to check the pupil reaction.

"7-A-26, an ambulance is needed. The situation is urgent. Sound the siren to clear the way. Notify the shift commander Gray and FBI Special Agent in Charge David Rossi. A victim has been found. He is still alive. The suspect has been shot. "

After speaking, Jack glanced around and discovered the source of the stench. There was a large oil drum next to the wall. It was full of bloody scratches, which reminded him of the severely damaged fingernails of the two previous corpses.

"This should be the oil drum used by the murderer to suffocate the victim."

Several patrol officers who followed John in, shuddered when they saw the inside of the oil drum that smelled of corpses. What a cruel scene it was.

Someone stepped forward and kicked the murderer's body unceremoniously and turned it over, trying to find identification. The remaining people continued to search inside and outside the house. The police helicopter in the sky also arrived and turned on the searchlight to provide evidence. Lighting, after all, no one can be sure whether there is only one murderer.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived and took the semi-conscious female victim to the hospital. Lucy got into the car and followed her. Jack and John waited until the LAPD forensic team arrived to take over the scene, and then returned to the police station. , although it is already midnight, there are still many things to sort out.

As a result, when the two arrived, everyone in the briefing room was there. Rossi was in front of a large whiteboard, filled with various photos and drawing mind maps.

Seeing the two people entering, Rossi motioned for them to take a seat and continue the case analysis they had just started.