MTL - Los Angeles Detective-Chapter 8 postman

  Chapter 8 Postman

   Police Detective Agency.

  After the meal, Captain Susan called everyone to the conference room for a meeting.

  The newly transferred female police officer Jenny took the initiative to pour coffee for everyone.

  Susan looked at David and Luke who came back from the investigation, and asked, "Is there a problem with Joway Gun Store?"

  David said, "The boss is a slippery head, there is no monitoring in the store, cash transactions, and he didn't cooperate at all at first.

   After persuading him for a long time, he admitted to selling modified tasers.

  According to him, a person named "postman" put the modified Taser gun in the store for consignment, and only one was sold in the store. "

  Susan asked, "Where is the real identity of the postman?"

  David said, "The boss doesn't know either."

  Vinson said, "Maybe I don't want to say it."

  David looked unhappy, "If you question my ability, next time you encounter this situation, you might as well go out yourself."

   "Young people should not be so angry, I just said that there is such a possibility." Wen Sen's deputy team continued to analyze,

   "If what the boss said is true, if you find the 'postman', you can lock the sales channel of the modified Taser gun, and follow the clues to catch the suspect in the Taser gun robbery.

   Now the question is how to determine the true identity of 'The Mailman', a moniker that doesn't have a social security number. "

  Raymond said thoughtfully, "I seem to have heard this nickname before."

  Vinson's deputy team joked, "I have also heard that NBA superstar Karl Malone is nicknamed 'The Postman'. In addition, I can reveal a little secret. He also worked as a part-time policeman."

  Captain Susan said, "Deputy team, now is not the time to discuss basketball or your peers."

   "He's not my age, he's several years younger than me, are you satisfied?" Vincent's deputy team turned back without hesitation, looking at Marcus beside him,

   "You know the local gang best, can you find out the identity of the 'postman'?"

   "Yeah, finally remembered me." Marcus grinned with thick lips.

  Marcus grew up in a slum and is very familiar with various gangs. Although he seems unreliable and his brain is not very bright, he is a good hand at finding people.

  Susan said seriously, "It's 1:30 in the afternoon, and the suspect may commit another crime at night.

  Marcus, we don't have much time left. "

   "I will do my best." After Marcus finished speaking, he got up and left the office.

  The female police officer Jenny asked, "The suspect has already committed two crimes. You should know that the police are doing their best to investigate. Is it possible to stop or escape?"

"I hope so too, but judging from the situation at the scene of the crime, the possibility is extremely small." Wen Sen's deputy team picked up a whiteboard marker and began to write and mark, "The first crime was committed on 2.18. The victim was just robbed of all his belongings and clothing.

  The second crime was committed on February 25. The suspect scratched the victim's thigh and wrote "youlike" (do you like it?) on the scene with blood.

   Compared with the first time, the second crime was more radical.

  Based on my experience, unless he is caught by the police, it is impossible for him to stop, and it will only become more brutal. "

   Luke pondered for a moment and asked, "Why did the suspect leave the words 'youlike' at the scene, and what is his purpose?"

  Deputy team Wen Sen said, "The suspects in serial cases are usually divided into two types. The first is economic reasons, which can be reasoned logically.

   The second spirit is stimulated in some way, and unless you and he are stimulated in the same way, it is difficult to guess his behavior. "

  Luke shook his head, "Forget it, I'm still used to speaking with evidence."

   "Wise conduct.

  I used to have a very good colleague who made himself schizophrenic in order to catch the murderer of a serial case. "

   "Are you kidding me?"

  The deputy team looked serious, "No."

  Luke originally thought about whether to work overtime today, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

  He is a person with a system. If you need to work overtime to solve the case, then you don't need the system.

   In order to avoid karoshi or becoming schizophrenic, Luke still leaves work on time.

   None of the colleagues left, and all kinds of complicated eyes turned to Luke.

   Whatever you like, my health is the most precious thing.

  …

  Los Angeles Chinatown.

  There are a large number of Chinese here, and the Hokkien dialect can be heard anytime and anywhere.

  Luke came to Chinatown for the first time. There are Chinese advertisements everywhere on the streets for Sichuan cuisine restaurants, nail salons, travel agencies that arrange passport extensions, green cards, etc.

  Luke was filled with emotion, he was homesick.

   It took a long time before I remembered my purpose of coming to Chinatown.

   Eating fried chicken burgers every day, his brain and taste buds have begun to protest, wanting to eat a home-style meal.

  Luke parked his motorcycle in front of a restaurant. The plaque of the restaurant was green, with Chinese Yingchun Pavilion on the left and English on the right, and two red lanterns hung beside it.

   Entering the restaurant, a young Asian woman in a cheongsam stood at the door and said in English, "Welcome."

  He found a seat by the window and sat down, and an Asian waitress handed over the menu.

  Luke glanced at it. The menu has both Chinese and English. The first item on the menu is "Tso's Chicken"

  Many people in China may not have heard of this dish, but it is very popular in the United States.

  Luke didn't eat either.

   Scanned the menu and ordered four dishes, General Tso's Chicken, Maoxuewang, Stir-Fried Kidney with Laoganma, Seafood Stew, a bowl of rice, and a bottle of Wuliangye.

  During this period of time, Luke was very depressed. He was homesick and couldn't go back, and he couldn't afford to eat the food of his hometown.

   Now that you have money, you can eat openly.

  Dry and it's over.

  The United States also investigates drunk driving, and the law enforcement is also very strict.

   But in this regard, as always, there is an emphasis on human rights and freedoms, including the right and freedom to drink alcohol.

  Thus, the United States is the country that recognizes alcohol-related driving most leniently in the world.

  Luke has a good capacity for alcohol. Drinking two taels is not a big problem, and it does not affect riding a motorcycle and walking in a straight line.

   Full of wine and food.

  Luke ordered a pot of Longjing to soothe the hangover and the nostalgia.

   It cost more than two hundred dollars for a meal.

  It was past seven in the evening.

  Luke took half a bottle of Wuliangye and rode a Harley home.

   After all, we have to face reality.

  Because of drinking, Luke was not riding fast.

  Riding near Yiruo Community Commercial Plaza, I saw a familiar figure.

  A little fat man with black hair and a white girl in school uniform are pressing the road.

   As for how to distinguish between white and Chinese girls.

   Look at the face from the front, and the buttocks from the back. Caucasian girls have more hips.

  Luke slowed down the speed of the car. This little fat man was none other than his brother Jack.

   The two talked and laughed along the way, and the white girl was holding a cup of boba milk tea.

  The little fat man stretched out his arms several times to hug the girl's waist, but retracted them again.

   Judging from their demeanor and demeanor, the relationship between the two is unusual, definitely not as simple as ordinary classmates or friends.

  Luke stopped the car, a little dumbfounded, "What's the matter? This little fat man is only thirteen years old!"

  (end of this chapter)