Robbery and Murder Departnt, First Squad.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Luke walked into the office and saw everyone gathered together, excitedly discussing sothing.
"Hey, guys, what did I miss?"
"No, you're just in ti." The guy nicknad Little Black waved, "Co on over, our custom revolvers are back, super cool."
Luke walked over and asked, "Is there one for ?"
"Of course, everyone has one." Little Black shook the revolver in his hand and blew a puff of air over the muzzle.
The revolver was sleek, with a silver barrel, a wooden grip, and a matching holster.
On the table were eight exquisite wooden boxes, so opened, so not. The deputy pushed an unopened box to Luke, "Captain, this one's yours."
"Thanks." Luke opened the box, inside was a silver revolver, holster, weighted well in the hand, ticulously crafted, with a great grip, "This revolver is nice, I like it."
When Luke was preparing to change his firearm, he considered getting a large-caliber revolver, but after careful thought, he ultimately chose the Night Hawk 1911.
The advantages of the revolver are obvious, but so are the drawbacks, not only is ammunition capacity limited, but changing bullets is cumberso, unlike a pistol that can directly swap magazines.
Secondly, the airtightness is poor, there's a gap between the barrel and the cylinder, causing smoke and air leakage during firing.
Nevertheless, as a collector's item, the revolver is still quite good.
Luke played with it for a mont, then placed it back into the box, intending to store it in the new ho's weaponry collection.
The deputy looked at Luke and pointed to the gun on his belt, "Speaking of custom... is the gun you're carrying a custom Night Hawk 1911?"
"Yes, finally soone noticed I changed guns." Luke smiled. After retrieving the 1911 from the Night Hawk gun store, Luke got familiar with it for a while, only officially switching it a few days ago to make it his main weapon.
The deputy showed a look of envy, "I've always wanted a custom 1911, but never had a chance to go to Arkansas. Did you customize it recently?"
Luke explained, "No no, Night Hawk Company also has a branch in Los Angeles, you can customize it there, and once it's made in Arkansas, it will be mailed to Los Angeles.
If there are no special requirents, it only takes about a week, very convenient."
The deputy beca more interested and rubbed his hands, "Can I have a look?"
"Under normal circumstances, no, but... today is an exception." Luke took the Night Hawk 1911 from his holster and handed it to the deputy.
Raymond also ca over, "Let see it too."
"Of course, if everyone is interested, but only today, no..." Luke glanced at his watch, "Only for twenty minutes."
It's not that Luke is stingy, guns are the lifeblood for officers protecting themselves, unless it's soone very close, otherwise don't even think about touching it, let alone looking at it.
This Night Hawk 1911 is too classic, it's a dream for many n, which is why the deputy and Raymond wanted to see Luke's gun, otherwise they wouldn't have made such a request.
As for why they don't buy one themselves, mainly because a custom Night Hawk 1911 is quite expensive.
At so point, Reid walked into the office and asked everyone, "Guys, are you satisfied with the custom revolvers?"
The deputy shrugged, "Craftsmanship is okay, but I still prefer the Night Hawk 1911."
Reid was a little surprised, "Deputy, is this your new gun?"
"I wish." The deputy sighed and reluctantly returned the Night Hawk 1911 to Luke.
Reid patted Luke on the shoulder, "This gun is nice, suits you well."
Luke wiped the handgun with a piece of khaki cloth, then put it back into the holster, "Chief, coming here so early, it wouldn't be just about guns, would it?"
"You're right, there's a new case.
Guys, we have work to do."
...
Tarip Community.
A two-story grey villa was cordoned off, surrounded by four police cars, with several patrol officers maintaining order.
A black SUV slowly parked by the roadside, Luke got off from the passenger seat, instinctively surveying the surroundings, clipped his police badge to his chest, and walked towards the grey villa.
Just as he reached the vicinity of the cordon, a young white police officer proactively greeted him, "Sir, I heard the Robbery and Murder Departnt was taking over the case, didn't expect it to be you."
Luke looked at the young white officer, "Do we know each other?"
The white officer was a bit shy, "No, I've just seen you on TV, I know those big cases you've cracked, super impressive, you're my idol."
"Thank you." Luke gave a polite smile, "Buddy, what's your na?"
"I'm Jamie Reagan, an officer at Central Division."
"Nice to et you, Jamie, can you tell about the scene?"
"My pleasure." Jamie Reagan organized his words, "At eight thirty this morning, my partner and I were patrolling nearby, received a dispatch saying a resident found a deceased person in their ho, so we arrived imdiately for a check.
In the first-floor bedroom of the house indeed lies a deceased male, then we reported to the dispatch."
"Who reported it?"
"Clint Mann, he's the hoowner, just sitting in the yard." Jamie Reagan pointed to a middle-aged man sitting in the yard.
"OK, I'll go chat with him, see you in a bit, Jimmy."
"Yes, sir."
Luke entered the yard, sizing up Clint Mann.
He's a white man, around thirty-sothing, looking sowhat fatigued, "Mr. Clint Mann."
The man stood up and looked at Luke, "Yeah, it's ."
"My na is Luke Lee, captain of the Robbery and Murder Departnt. I'm responsible for investigating this case."
Clint Mann asked, "Sir, when can the body be removed? I really can't accept...
there's a stranger's corpse in our house."
"No need to worry, the forensic doctor is already on site, the body will be handled soon." Luke reassured, then asked, "Do you know the deceased?"
"No, not at all."
"Why did the body appear in your ho then?"
"I don't know either. My family and I went on a trip, returned to Los Angeles on a flight last night, and only returned ho this morning... and found the body."
"What ti did you discover the body exactly?"
"It was around 8:20, then I called the police."
"Who else was present at the ti?"
"My family was there.
We noticed things in the living room had been moved when we got ho. I thought there might have been a thief, so I checked other rooms and found a man lying on the bed in the downstairs bedroom. His face didn't look right, and he didn't respond when I called out. I didn't dare get too close... so I quickly called the police."
"Who are your family mbers? Where did they go?"
"My wife, son, and daughter.
I was worried they'd be scared, so I let them stay with the neighbors to rest," Clint Mann pointed to a villa diagonally opposite.
Luke called Jenny over to take statents from Clint Mann's family mbers, then continued questioning Clint Mann, "Where did you go for your trip, and for how many days?"
"We joined the West Travel Agency's one-week tour of Guam, left on July 3rd, and today is the 10th."
"Who knew you would be traveling?"
"A lot of people knew—our relatives, friends, neighbors. We even sent our dog to a pet boarding center, planning to pick it up after dropping off our luggage. Now... we'll have to wait a bit longer.
Sir, I hope you can have the body removed as soon as possible."
"We will." Luke jotted down so notes and asked, "Do your family mbers know the deceased?"
Clint Mann shook his head, "No, they don't."
Luke pressed further, "They don't know him or haven't identified him?"
"My son is only ten, and my daughter is just eight. I can't let them see a corpse. That would be too terrifying."
"I understand, but this person died in your ho. It's possible soone in your family might recognize him. As part of the investigation process, we need to have your family identify him." Seeing no objection, Luke continued, "We won't have the kids identify the body directly, just the deceased's photos when he was alive."
Clint Mann nodded, "OK, I'll... talk to them about it."
"By the way, have you lost any valuables from your ho?"
"No."
"Has there been any illegal entry in the past?"
"No."
"Before the trip, did you notice anything unusual or see any suspicious individuals?"
"No, nothing cos to mind."
Luke nodded and directed the deputy, "Deputy, take so officers to visit the neighbors and see if any strangers ca around while the hoowners were traveling."
"Port, co with ." The deputy called out and brought several patrol officers to canvass the neighborhood.
anwhile, Luke entered the house to investigate. Near the entryway, there was a pair of n's leather shoes beside the cabinet. The living room was relatively tidy, with a used coffee cup and a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table.
Next, Luke entered a small bedroom on the ground floor. Directly facing the door was a 1.5-ter-wide bed, on which lay a Caucasian man dressed in trousers and a shirt, his complexion pale, foam at the mouth, eyes wide open.
No obvious bloodstains or signs of struggle were found.
Nearby, Little He was wearing gloves and holding a black Apple phone, browsing through it, "Captain, I found a phone by the bed, likely the victim's. The phone wasn't password-protected, and it contains lots of photos of this house."
Jackson leaned in to take a look, "There really are a lot of photos of the house. Why would he do that? Was he planning to send them to soone like they were showcasing a product?"
Little He shook his head, "Don't be silly. The hoowners just went on a trip, they're not deceased. This house isn't an abandoned property."
Jackson countered, "Then why do you think the deceased took photos of the house?"
Little He scrutinized the photos, "These photos were taken without any focus, and nothing important is visible. I feel...
the deceased was probably docunting the layout of items in the rooms so that when he left, things would be returned to their original positions, and the hoowners wouldn't know anyone had been here."
Jackson was a bit surprised, "That seems quite reasonable. How do you know that?"
Little He shrugged, "I grew up in a poor neighborhood where people co up with all sorts of ways to survive. So people are moneyless and holess and temporarily stay in hos that aren't occupied by anyone.
It's a survival technique for them."
Luke asked, "How do they know if a house is occupied? Aren't they worried about getting caught by the hoowners?"
Little He explained, "It's simple. For example, so families subscribe to milk or newspapers regularly. If they travel or go on business trips, they typically cancel the subscriptions temporarily.
They'll tidy up the house and leave in advance before the hoowners return."
Jackson sneered, "What does that make them, polite squatters?"
"Ring ring..."
Suddenly, the deceased's phone rang, startling Little He, almost causing him to drop it.
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