North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 47 "Behind the sacred, there is nothing but lies and

Hearing Holz’s cry of surprise from inside, everyone braced themselves and entered again.

Yet, they were still shocked by the scene before them.

A sea of luminescent blue light t their eyes. Everyone’s exposed skin was bathed in a ghastly blue glow, appearing both deep and eerily unsettling.

"What on earth happened here?" The sole female forensic officer swallowed. "Did the killer actually use blood as water to mop the floor?"

It was a scene of a scale rarely witnessed. Even these experienced forensic officers were montarily stunned.

Dean, however, showed little reaction. After scanning the area, he looked puzzled. "These marks do look like they were made by a mop, but if so, what was the perpetrator’s purpose?"

Bloodstains were hard enough to clean completely; spreading them everywhere would only make it more troubleso, wouldn’t it?

"The murderer is cunning and smart." Holz’s expression was grim. He pulled a laser pen from his pocket and pointed it several tis at the area on the floor where the blue light was most concentrated, then looked at Dean.

"At these positions, there are clear signs of overlapping layers. One of these spots is likely where the victim bled heavily or ultimately died. To conceal this spot, the killer deliberately mopped several nearby areas multiple tis."

"What’s the point of that?" Dean was even more confused. He had never encountered such professional analysis before and didn’t understand the key point Holz was making.

"This involves bloodstain pattern analysis," Holz said, pointing to the female forensic officer who was frowning in thought. "lon is our Forensics Departnt’s bloodstain pattern analysis expert. Detective Dean, I think you might need her help."

Hearing Holz call her na, the female forensic officer refocused and explained to Dean, "Forensic experts have a saying: ’Dead bodies talk.’

"But it’s not just the bodies.

"Every drop of blood at a cri scene has its story.

"Through the shape, trajectory, and analysis of blood spatter, among other ans, we can deduce the date of the cri, the murder weapon, the movent and tracks of the people involved, the hand preference of the killer, the type of injury inflicted, and even whether the wound was fatal at that ti."

"But..." lon’s brow furrowed again. "The area has been heavily obscured by so much blood, making it difficult to gather useful information through bloodstain pattern analysis."

It’s like trying to make bricks without straw. With all the bloodstains obscured, aningful analysis was impossible. At most, we could only determine the age and type of the blood and check for any residual genetic information.

Dean finally understood. "So, you’re saying the killer knew what thods the Forensics Departnt might use?"

"Correct," lon nodded. "For example, in this situation, we can’t pinpoint the victim’s last position through the bloodstains. Consequently, we can’t deduce the killer’s movents, height, build, or other details. This approach is actually more cunning than directly cleaning away blood residue with reagents."

Even with reagents, it’s not guaranteed that all blood residue can be removed. But it’s hard to find an original black dot on a piece of paper that has been entirely blackened. That was the killer’s intention.

"Alright, the killer left us at least one dead dog," Dean said, preparing to give them so tasks. "Folks, please collect blood samples from various locations—walls, fireplace, ceiling, and so on—and analyze their composition."

"Wait!" lon interrupted Dean. "You an there are bloodstains on the ceiling, walls, and hearth as well?"

"Yes," Dean confird, pointing upwards. "But they’re not very obvious."

lon went over to the place Dean had indicated. After examining it for a mont, she shook her head in disappointnt. "There are too few reference traces; we can’t analyze anything substantial. If there were more reference marks from different directions, then we might have sothing to work with."

Analysis requires data for reference, but the data left at the scene was too scant.

After the Forensics Departnt had collected so samples, they left with the decomposing dog. Lawrence hadn’t arrived yet. Hawk, the bald patrol officer, had also left and hadn’t returned.

Out of boredom, Dean wandered over to a corner by the fireplace. On the wall there, more than a dozen photo fras were arranged in the shape of a heart, giving the imdiate impression of a loving family of four. After taking a good look at their group photo, a strange smile appeared on Dean’s face.

He had noticed sothing very interesting. In the photo, a boy and a girl, presumably siblings, were holding hands and looking toward the cara with radiant smiles. This scene, on the surface, seed perfectly normal. But when combined with the parents’ gazes, it beca intriguing. Behind the siblings, the father’s eyes were fixed on the back of his son’s head in a sidelong glance; the mother’s eyes, much like the father’s, were directed at the back of her daughter’s head.

Is this a father who dislikes his son and a mother who dislikes her daughter? Dean squatted down to examine the area around the photo fra. This photo, compared to the others, was strikingly out of place. And upon closer inspection, he indeed found sothing amiss.

These types of photo fras, to ensure long-term preservation, are generally made with special materials, with the air removed from inside and the gaps sealed with beeswax or a similar substance. But the bottom seam of this family photo fra had already lost its seal. Soone had opened this photo fra and replaced the photo inside.

Dean ran his finger along the bottom of the fra and gently tugged. The photo secured inside slid out smoothly, like a tissue from a box, and fell into Dean’s palm.

Picking up the photo, Dean noticed a sentence written in blood on the back: Behind sanctity, there is only deceit and filth!

This sentence, paired with the peculiar photo, seed to carry a certain implication. Moreover, a closer look at the photos would easily reveal that this particular picture was different from the others, as if deliberately pointing out that sothing was amiss.

Is this about solving a case or a puzzle?! Dean thought. The killer must be sick in the head!

He reinserted the photo into the fra and then took the entire fra down from the wall.

After securing the photo fra, Dean went to the hired hand’s room.

Upon opening the door, a peculiar sll assaulted him. The guest room was spacious, resembling a studio apartnt with its own bathroom and a wall-mounted television. Beneath the television was a cabinet, and on it sat a VCD player with a blinking light, with a pile of DVDs on top.

Beyond that, discarded tissues, slly socks, empty beer cans, and other trash were strewn about.

Dean walked over to the VCD player and carefully examined the DVDs. Most were romance movies, a few were Westerns, and at the very bottom, he found an adult film.

Harry would definitely like this disc. Dean smiled to himself and returned empty-handed to the villa’s main hall.

Just then, Hawk finally returned. Panting, he handed two file folders to Dean. "The top one contains basic information about the hoowners, and the other contains identity information for the hired hand. You’ll never guess his previous identity!"