Chapter 1191 The second deceased asked for help from Kassel
"So what we are dealing with are actually two or a group of thieves? Does Alabama have its own Robin Hood?" Clay asked curiously after returning to the car.
Aubrey spread his hands and said that was not clear. "I asked the state police and there has been no news of similar theft gang activities recently."
"I only know that Zorro will mark the bad guy with a Z sign, but are there any thieves who cut off their ears after killing people?" Jack felt that the flavor of revenge in this case was stronger.
After urging the local state police department to speed up the identification of fingerprints, footprints and other evidence, the three returned to Georgia overnight.
The security situation in the "Black Belt" area is comparable to that of the western region of Seris in the 1980s and 1990s. Not only do various vicious cases occur frequently, there are also a large number of problems that are hidden or deliberately ignored.
This is the poorest area in the United States. It is so vast and sparsely populated that you may have to drive dozens of miles to find a store. The police force is also extremely unevenly distributed.
For example, the town the three of them passed through before had only two permanent police officers, which was worse than Margrave's before.
The next morning, Margrave Town held a lively celebration. Although the originally small town center had been expanded, it was still crowded.
Rosko organized a float parade and invited a pretty good carnival team to set up various entertainment facilities in the open space outside the town.
This was Jack's first time to participate in this kind of American temple fair. He was quite curious and walked around with a cup of Coke. Under Hannah's encouragement, he helped the children bully the "black heart" in the target shooting game without any sense of martial ethics. Boss, I won a lot of stuffed animals.
In the end, Alice, the only one who stayed busy in the police station, called everyone back.
"Any new discoveries?" Jack offered a glass of shaved ice.
Alice bit her straw and turned the laptop screen towards him, "I think I've found the suspect."
The photo is of a white man in his 30s. Although his appearance is not very clear, it is enough for the software to capture enough identification points, eh.
Everyone came together one after another, and Jack was a little surprised when he looked at the running face recognition program, "I thought the parking lot surveillance video was not clear enough for comparison."
This world is quite scientific in some respects. A poor resolution is a poor one. It can be sharpened and adjusted, but there is no magical black technology that can turn a mosaic into a high-definition photo using software.
Alice looked very proud, "Yes, but I found out through the parking lot video that there was a large truck parked opposite the Beaudettes' vehicle, and then asked the owner of that truck to get his dash cam video."< br>
"Well done." Seeing Jubal giving a thumbs up, Aubrey next to him also looked elated and proud. He didn't know what was going on.
Although Alice ran and calculated the recognition program remotely through a server located in the underground garage of her New York office, the results could not be obtained in a short time due to the amount of data.
Just when Jubal suggested that everyone go have a drink to celebrate, Jiejie received another notification from the Alabama State Police. Just this morning, a home invasion and murder occurred in a small town in Dallas County.
Dallas County is located in the southwest of Alabama. Considering that the cases occurred one after another in Alabama, everyone had to say goodbye to Rosko temporarily and leave Georgia for Montgomery.
Montgomery is the capital city of Alabama and one of the few relatively prosperous cities in the state, with a population of nearly 200,000.
After arriving here, the wanted group split into two groups. Jubal and Alice went to the local office, while Jack and the rest continued west to Dallas County.
A local FBI agent was already waiting at the scene of the crime. When everyone arrived, the young white agent was standing in the small garden outside the house, hugging a tree and vomiting wildly.
"Sorry, this is my first time on the scene." Gratefully accepting the mineral water offered by Jiejie, the rookie agent apologized to everyone in shame. Jack walked into this small house with a beautiful appearance, and the smell of blood directly led him to the location of the body.
There was a long dining table covered with embroidered tablecloths in the living room. The victim, an overweight old woman, was tied with tape on a high-backed chair at one end of the table.
The deceased's throat had been slit, and the spurt of arterial blood extended to the other end of the dining table. A large number of flies were rising and falling on it, making a creepy buzzing sound.
Jack's eyes fell on a beautiful English bone china teacup in front of the deceased, with a cut tongue inside.
"The postman knocked on the door to no avail. After glancing in through the window, he immediately called the police. We and the local police station have received your co-investigation report on the murder of the truck driver, so we contacted you directly."
The rookie agent's face turned pale, and he covered his mouth and tried to restrain himself from spitting out more.
"You'll get used to it slowly." Clay patted his shoulder and comforted him, "How much do you know about the deceased?"
"It's not a lot." The rookie agent took out his notepad from his pocket and started reading from the script. "The deceased's name was Mary Strong. I asked the postman and he said that she hardly went out and occasionally bought some daily necessities online. .
There were almost no signs of being disturbed in the house, and the jewelry was all in the bedroom. I contacted her son and confirmed that there should be no large amounts of cash in the house. ”
At this time, Jack's cell phone rang. He opened it and surprisingly found that it was Cassel calling.
"What's going on?" He answered the phone and walked out the door. The big writer knew that he was handling a case out of town, and would normally not bother him at such a time.
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Sure enough, Cassel's voice sounded a little depressed on the phone, "Jack, I think we need your help."
Jack glanced at his teammates who were busy in the room and asked, "Is it urgent?"
"Well, it's not very urgent, but I think we are in some kind of big trouble." Cassel lowered his voice, as if he was avoiding someone.
"When you say us, do you mean you and Beckett?" Jack vaguely guessed what was going on. Alexis had talked to him about her father before, and she had recently been busy helping Beckett investigate her mother's old case. .
This was a very long plot line in the original drama, almost running through the entire series, so Jack had no impression of it at all, except that the real culprit behind the scenes seemed to be a big shot.
"Yes, how long will it take for you to return to New York? I'm a little worried about Beckett's safety." Cassel's voice seemed very worried, and his voice became lower and lower.
"It's hard to say, but I can rush back right away if necessary." Guessing that this guy was probably calling him secretly, Jack answered readily without asking any more questions.
"That's not necessary." Cassel swallowed and said hesitantly, "I think I may need some advice from you. Things are getting a little not right, but it's not convenient to talk on the phone."
If he hadn't known that this guy was the protagonist, Jack thought that based on this message alone, he would probably have to collect his body when he returned to New York.
"Send me the situation or information, and then contact Chief Frank Regan of the NYPD. Don't do anything until I come back. Do you understand?"
It seems that this case needs to be accelerated, Jack thought to himself after hanging up the phone.
(End of chapter)