Chapter 339 CSI Las Vegas
Although Las Vegas is called "Sin City", unlike what ordinary people expect, the city's security is actually pretty good, especially Compared to other large cities in North America.
In order to prevent public security from deteriorating too much, Clark County, where Las Vegas is located, still insists on illegal selling of silver. You must know that Nevada itself is the only state in the United States where selling of silver is legal.
The title "Sin City" first began in the 1930s and 1940s. After the entire federation fell into the Great Depression, this city founded by gangs took advantage of the situation and promoted the legalization of gambling.
Because of its indelible gang background and certain religious factors (gambling is linked to greed and is one of the seven deadly sins), while Las Vegas was dubbed the casino city, it also Naturally, it was nicknamed "Sin City".
The reality is that in order to protect the safety of tourists, which is the economic lifeline of this city, almost less than 5 minutes after the power outage, LVPD police cars with flashing lights appeared on every street.
At the same time, Jane Banner's cell phone also rang. After answering the phone, after a few short words of communication, Jane showed an apologetic smile to Jack.
"Sorry Jack, we are asked to go back to the headquarters and be on standby at any time."
What she didn't know was that Jack opposite him was secretly relieved almost at the same time, and at the same time he said something more. The melancholy of not coming out.
It can be foreseen that if it weren't for this accident, tonight would have been a sleepless night. Jane's eyes almost made it clear that she regarded this as a date, and she didn't even have an excuse to refuse the second half. Not found.
How else can I say it and emphasize once again that I already have a girlfriend? I didn't care before, but I almost had a misfire in Wyoming. If I bring this up again and again, I'm afraid I won't even be friends with him in the future.
"If you come to LV alone next time, remember to inform me in advance." Sure enough, a red lipstick mark was printed on the corner of Jack's mouth, and the beauty floated away, while the dim light around him made some people The look of envy and hatred became more and more obvious.
Jack sighed softly and showed a wry smile that couldn't be told whether it was sadness or regret. He had just finished paying and was about to put away his wallet and mobile phone when a sudden phone call made him nervous.
Fortunately, the caller ID was Rosie and not his girls. The panic of being "caught in adultery" flashed away in his mind.
"Jack, I hope I didn't disturb you. I heard that you are in Las Vegas now?" Rossi asked straight to the point.
"Ah? Yes, what's the matter? I'm about to go back to the hotel." Jack looked at the time in confusion. It was already past 12 o'clock in the evening.
There was a hint of apology in Rossi's voice, "As you are experiencing now, LV is experiencing an unprecedented blackout. The crime lab there is having some trouble and they are investigating. A missing child case just occurred. "
"The problem now is that although the laboratory's backup generator is functioning normally, it can only maintain the most important evidence cold storage. All their computers, analyzers, data identification systems and other high-tech gadgets are out of service.”
Hearing the hint of schadenfreude in Rossi’s words, Jack couldn’t help but smile.
"So they thought of us?"
"Yes, and I thought of you. Are you willing to help?" Rossi liked someone's cleverness. "It's an honor."
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Rosie sent Jack the address of the crime scene directly, where D.B. Russell, the boss of the Las Vegas CSI Laboratory, was there Wait for him.
When Jack arrived, the wind and rain had stopped, and the ground was still wet. The door of a luxurious castle-style villa was full of police cars, mixed with several black SUVs from the CSI laboratory.
D.B. Russell is a silver-haired but energetic old man. He looks a bit like Old Hunter. He is tall and thin. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. When he saw Jack, he looked a little surprised. Strange, seeming surprised by his youth.
Beside him stood a short, fat old man, wearing a suit and leather shoes, a black plaid tie, and a police badge on his chest. He had the air of an old-school police detective.
Seeing Jack get out of the car, the two took the initiative to step forward and introduce themselves to each other. Although they hid it well, it could be seen that there was a little disappointment in their eyes.
After all, psychologists are different from analysts who do identification work in laboratories. All they need is academic qualifications. After all, with the elite education in the United States, there has never been a lack of real geniuses.
But psychology is completely different, especially criminal psychology, which is biased towards practical scenarios. This method of solving crimes, which is quite metaphysical in the eyes of ordinary people, focuses more on experience and accumulation. Jack's handsome face, which is too young, naturally makes people feel... An unreliable feeling.
The short, fat old man is called James Brice, and he is the detective of the LVPD's major crime team. Jack can only say that he has some impressions of him and Russell.
No way, the show "CSI: Crime Scene Investigation" is really a bit long. It took a full fifteen years to film. During this period, N spin-off series were born, and they are all long-lived dramas.
Among them, "CSI: Miami" has been broadcast for 10 years, and "CSI: New York" has also been broadcast for 9 years, and the ratings are also booming.
Because of this, CBS TV station was once nicknamed the Crime Broadcasting System.
"This car is nice. When I was young, I wanted to buy a car to pick up girls." Russell touched the hood of the Firebird, not caring about the water stains on it at all.
"It seems that we have the same taste." As soon as Jack finished shaking hands with James Burress, he turned his attention to the door of the villa. An aunt wearing a CSI uniform jacket just came out and walked toward the three of them. Walking in the direction where the person stopped.
"What are you doing outside? Looking at the stars?" The aunt, who could barely be called charming, lit up when she saw Jack. She raised one hand and deliberately flipped her hair.
"Hey, handsome guy, are you the angel who came to save me on a bad night?"
Jack cleared his throat in embarrassment, and took the initiative to reach out his hand and She shook hands and replied humbly, "Hello, Jack Tavole, just call me Jack. I'm from BAU. I'm here to do my best to provide some little help."
His embarrassment did not come from the aunt's little joke, but because he had seen the other party feed Nai to the people of the motherland.
If I remember correctly, the actor who played this unknown forensic expert played a very well-known role in the comic book drama "The Black Robe" - Madeleine, the evil version of Superman - Motherland Lover of people.
“This is our bloodstain expert, Julie Finn.” D.B. Russell on the side introduced him.
(End of this chapter)