Chapter 71 Exogenous Branch
When an old American catches a cold, even those with medical insurance are reluctant to go to the hospital, because usually the doctor will send them home directly and advise them to drink more ice water and take a few tablets Vitamin C, followed by bed rest.
Some people may be obedient. Regardless of the effect, this treatment plan is not very friendly to other people.
Bed rest means temporarily giving up work, having no income, not being able to attend planned parties, and not being able to spend the long-awaited weekend with your beloved sweetheart.
This is definitely unacceptable, but if you want to be like Siris, you can drink water to reduce inflammation and quickly eliminate the side effects caused by the cold, such as body aches, nasal congestion and runny nose. , then just register and queue up honestly.
Except for private hospitals reserved for wealthy people, most people may have been cured of their colds for half a month by the time they get treated in public hospitals.
So, such people can only make another choice. Just like Siris before 1949, when most poor people did not have access to any medical resources, Dayan could "cure all diseases" Soil became a legendary miracle medicine.
In contemporary beautiful countries, cousins of Dayan soil, Oxycontin and phenolphthalein synthesized through modern chemical industry, are also packaged as this miracle drug.
Have you caught a cold? Take three pills a day and say goodbye to general discomfort.
Toothache? Take three pills a day, and the pain will disappear after the tooth nerve is completely rotted.
Girl, aunt is in pain? Take three pills a day and you can easily survive until your relatives leave.
Then within a month these people will find that they can no longer live without these little painkillers.
How widespread are opioids in this beautiful country? One statistic can explain it all. A country with a population of just over 300 million consumes 80% of the world’s opioids. Jack, an ordinary LAPD police officer There is a first aid kit in the trunk of the police car, which always contains a spray called naloxone, which is specially used to first aid people who are in a dying state due to overdose of opioid drugs.
“So the robbers actually came for these prescription drugs?”
Jack’s question was answered.
Angela pointed to the nails in the wooden board.
"Did you see the fragments of the plastic bag above? The pills were packed in the plastic bag. When they were pulled out, they were torn and a few pills were scattered."
Jack could roughly think. Make up for the scene that happened at that time.
The murderer may have relaxed his vigilance after getting what he wanted, and may even plan to take a few pills on the spot and then go downstairs to join his fellow beasts.
As a result, the deceased thought he saw an opportunity and tried to snatch the weapon from the opponent's hand. In the chaos, gunshots were fired, and he found that the murderer who killed the person took his accomplices who had finished the job and fled in a hurry.
"It seems that the case is not complicated, so how should we find the murderer next?"
Angela asked back without raising her head while operating her mobile phone.
"What would you do if it were you?"
It was like returning to the police academy to take the graduation exam, Jack quickly recalled the knowledge he had learned in his mind.
“Well, if you find out who the deceased knew, if you know that he had these prescription drugs, you must have some connection with him.”
"Find his classmates and close friends. The deceased was just a teenager. It is impossible to obtain these contrabands by himself. Some of these people must know something, and the murderer may even be among them."
"Then exclude the elderly, children, and those whose height and shape do not match the description of Kristen and his wife, and then investigate their backgrounds one by one to see if any of them are related to D products or contraband."
" So what are we waiting for?" Angela lit up the phone screen at Jack. "I found his school, an expensive private prep school not far from here. Let's go and ask."
In the afternoon, as soon as Jack and Angela returned to the precinct, He was called to the office by Superintendent Gray.
"Did you get any results from your investigation?"
Jack silently turned his eyes to Angela. He was just a facilitator and should know how to shut up when he shouldn't be in the limelight.
As an authentic old beauty, Angela would not be humble and polite at this time.
“We talked to some friends of the deceased. The deceased had undergone phased addiction rehabilitation three months ago, but Kristen and his wife said nothing about it.”
“This It is also consistent with the secretions we found at the corners of the deceased’s mouth. This will only occur in people who have suffered from bronchitis or are addicted to opioids.”
The corners of Superintendent Gray's mouth raised slightly. At this time, facing Angela, he became the examiner.
“But accessing the deceased’s addiction recovery treatment records requires a court order. You have less than 20 hours left now. How are you going to find his drug addict friends?”
Angela answered calmly with a smirk.
“Fortunately, I brought along the youngest and most handsome male officer of the Wilshire Police Department. He easily got the suspect’s name from the ex-girlfriend of the deceased, Bruno Winch. Living in the Highland Park area."
"The deceased Jeff had been selling prescription drugs to his rich second-generation classmates during his school days."
Superintendent Gray was very satisfied, opened the office door and walked out.
"I'm coming to the judge to apply for an emergency search warrant. You go notify Bradford and Harper to act immediately."
"Waterfake."
Angela cursed angrily. When everyone broke into Bruno Winch's house in full force, they saw a body lying in a pool of blood. A bloody baseball was thrown next to the body. stick and a broken mobile phone.
"White sneakers, red triangle, this Bruno Winch is the guy who abused Mrs. Christine."
Superintendent Gray put away his pistol and kicked the shoes off the corpse's feet.
“This way of death is miserable enough. The D dealers shouldn’t be so cruel just to order illegal drugs. Isn’t execution-style execution what they are good at? Kneel down and do it from the back of the head. A gun or something."
Jack muttered, and squatted down unwillingly, trying to take the pulse of the other party's neck, but unexpectedly, the corpse opened its eyes suddenly, shocking everyone present. One jump.
Sending the seriously injured dealer Bruno Winch to the hospital, Angela and Jack looked at each other and took the opportunity to see their old lover, John, and pulled Jia Lisi to ask about the situation.
Jia Lisi shook her head: "Severe brain injury, there is a high probability that he will be in a vegetative state even if he is rescued. Now the patient is in a deep coma and it is impossible to wake up in a short time."
Angela sighed. It was already 7 o'clock in the evening. Superintendent Gray only gave them 24 hours, which means that at most noon tomorrow, if they still can't catch another murderer or obtain decisive evidence, this The case is about to be handed over to a regular police detective.
The case has been investigated to this point, and the context is basically clear. Even if it is handed over to a fool to solve the case, it is only a matter of time. And what they lack most now is time. Once the case is handed over, it means that before they All my efforts are to make wedding dresses for others.
(End of this chapter)