Chapter 293 Corpse
The old sheriff and the local hunter seemed to want to ask more questions. The door to the bedroom on the other side opened, and Jane, wrapped in a smurf, came out.
Not only did she put on a thick sky blue one-piece snow suit, she also wore a thick woolen hat on her head, and her gloves were also that cute pink color, and she even had a The rope is attached and can be hung around the neck to prevent loss.
This look directly made her age go back ten years. She no longer looked like an elite female FBI agent in the workplace, but looked like a teenager who had just entered high school.
The old Indian woman behind her was still nagging, "These are my granddaughter's clothes. They are not given to you for free. Did you hear me?"
Jane's expression was still awkward, "I heard it, of course."
Corey Lambert, whose expression had softened slightly, turned his head and saw Jane, and his whole body seemed to be petrified. He froze in place.
Jack has never seen such rich emotions, surprises, memories, sadness, pain and endurance appear in the eyes of a middle-aged man in an instant.
“OK, uh, okay, we can go.”
Cory Lambert wiped his face hard before squatting down and picking up the little mixed-race boy, “ Hey, man, I need to work for a few hours, how about you stay with your grandparents during this time?”
"But today is our day, you promised to accompany me." The little boy was a little unhappy.
"I promise to come back as soon as possible. These two police officers need me to lead the way."
There was a bitterness in Corey Lambert's smile, and the emotional impact of that moment had not yet come. It disappeared from his mind, and when he spoke, there was a faint glint in his eyes.
"Okay, then you can't lie to me." The little boy's emotions came and went quickly. After being teased twice, he crawled into the arms of his grandfather with a smile.
Jack's eyes swept across the room, and finally stopped on the photo wall next to the refrigerator. There was a photo of a girl with a bright smile, dressed exactly like Jane now, and wearing the same woolen hat. cap.
This girl must be Corey Lambert's daughter. Did something unfortunate happen? Jack remained calm and secretly speculated in his heart.
"You two have known each other before?" Old Sheriff Ben Xiaoy walked at the front and opened the door. The wind and snow outside were lighter than before, and the visibility was much higher.
"We received training at the FBI Academy in the same period. After graduation, I was assigned to Vegas and he went to the BAU."
After Jane finished speaking, she looked at the rows of people lined up at the door. The four snowmobiles driving were confused and turned their attention to Jack for help.
"I'll take you." Snowmobiles are also considered light ground vehicles, and Jack's skills can easily control them.
Hunter Corey Lambert led the way, and the four of them took three snowmobiles and sped toward the place where the body was found.
Twenty minutes later, when they arrived at their destination, the wind and snow had dispersed, and the dark clouds above their heads had disappeared. Two local policemen, accompanied by a forensic assistant, had set up a simple shed and were collecting the corpses. Busy around.
Jane jumped off the motorcycle behind Jack, took off her goggles, pulled down the scarf covering her mouth and nose, looked up at the sky, and then exclaimed, "God, it was still a violent snowstorm just now."
"Yes, there are waves of storms here. It might have been sunny an hour ago, and then suddenly the sky would be full of wind and snow." The old police chief sighed with emotion.
Hunter Corey Lambert glanced at the clouds in the distance and said calmly, "The storm is coming again soon."
Jack jumped off the motorcycle and took a deep breath. The cold and thin air entered the body, which made people feel refreshed. This place is located in the mountains, and the altitude is said to be more than 3,000 meters.
The peak not far away is estimated to be over 4,000 meters high. The top of the peak is covered with snow that has not melted for many years. The scenery is magnificent, but it also means that the living environment is extremely harsh.
"Do you, BAU, plan to take over this case?" Jane asked as she walked away.
Jack shook his head, "It's hard to say for the time being. I'm just entrusted by my friends. Now I'm still on vacation. Everything is mainly about you." Jane nodded noncommittally. She was not satisfied with being thrown into such a situation by her boss. There was still a lot of resentment in this ghost place, and the attitude of the locals was also intriguing, which made her feel unmotivated.
But no matter what, Jane still maintained the professionalism that an FBI agent should have. She got into the blockade and began to carefully examine the condition of the body.
"Has the forensic doctor confirmed the identity of the deceased?"
"It has not been officially confirmed yet." The old police chief had just chatted with the forensic assistant and accompanied Jane into the blockade. Inside.
“Her name is Natalie Hansen.” The hunter, who was resting on the snowmobile at the side, interrupted somewhat unhappily.
Jian shrugged and smoothed things over, "Okay, just treat it as confirmed."
"Does she live nearby?"
"Fort Wakash, not far to the north." The old sheriff pointed in the direction.
Although the snow here is not thick and has just covered the uppers of the shoes, the reflection of the sun is very dazzling. Looking directly at it for a long time will cause visual impairment. This is how snow blindness comes about.
Jack squinted his eyes and looked in the direction pointed by the old sheriff. There was nothing there except a large snowfield, and he couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
“How far do you mean by not far?”
"About a 30-minute drive."
"." It was really hard for Jack to understand this sense of humor.
"Then she didn't run away from home. Didn't her parents report her missing before?" Jane continued to ask.
“No.” The old sheriff shook his head.
Jack walked around the snow near the body, and then squatted next to the body with Jane, already having a rough inference in his mind about the cause of death.
Although the girl who died in the snow seemed to be wrapped in a long, thick down jacket, her lower body only had a pair of thin pants stained with specks of blood. She had no gloves on her hands and no shoes on her feet.
On the side of the snow where the girl's face landed, although it was covered with a thin layer of snow, the large pool of blood was shocking.
"In this season, what is the average local temperature at night?" He looked at the hunter who was theoretically the most familiar with the local conditions.
Corey Lambert kept looking up at the sky, seemingly not paying attention to them, "It's almost 20 degrees lower than now."
He was talking about the Fahrenheit that the old and Americans are used to. Degrees, Jack silently converted it in his mind, it was about minus 15 to 20 degrees Celsius, and he was basically convinced.
Jane put on rubber gloves and tried to pull open a little of the down jacket to check the blood stains on the girl's pants, but was unsuccessful. The low temperature had connected the body, clothing, and snow.
“That’s why I notified the FBI.” The old police chief explained that this was obvious evidence of suspected sexual assault.
"So, tell me what you think?" Jane quietly poked Jack with her arm and whispered.
“I know that when you were in the academy, you got perfect scores in the field investigation and forensic science-related tests.”
(End of this chapter)