"English, come with me to the hospital."
English used to be a member of the military's Criminal Investigation Division.
Usually, it was more difficult to solve a case in the military's Criminal Investigation Division than a regular criminal investigation.
That was because their targets were soldiers.
And the military knew much more than ordinary people.
Most of the time, they would destroy a lot of evidence.
The investigators couldn't collect any evidence.
As the top investigator of the military's Criminal Investigation Division, English had solved many military crimes.
That was why it was natural for Mansari to ask English to help.
The two went to the hospital and met the survivor.
"Hello, Mr. Korman," Mansari said. "We're the police. We have a few questions for you."
The survivor, Korman, turned around and looked at Mansari and English with lifeless eyes.
"You've asked me many times. This time, I've asked someone else. I've told you everything I know."
Kerman's tone was impatient, and he seemed to be out of breath.
It was understandable. After all, his kidney had been cut.
"Mr. Korman, we want to help you."
"Help me? Help me find my kidney? Or help me get a transplant? "
English said, "Mr. Korman, it's not impossible to find your kidney, but you have to be willing to help us. You're our only clue. If you give up, I'm afraid there's no hope of catching the murderer and finding your kidney."
Korman struggled to stand up. Both of his kidneys had been cut off.
He had to rely on machines for excretion. If he couldn't find a transplant soon, he would probably die.
"If you have anything you want to ask, ask away."
"Can you explain the circumstances of the crime scene again? The more detailed, the better, "English said.
Korman took a deep breath and started again.
He had repeated this process many times.
He had basically said everything he could remember.
There was nothing new.
"Were you fully conscious at that time, or were you only half-conscious?" Ingis asked.
"Conscious," Korman said.
"Did you feel hot or cold?"
"Hot, dry," Korman answered.
"The murderer drugged you. Did you feel a pungent smell?"
Korman froze. He frowned and tried to recall. After a while, he nodded. "Yes, it was pungent."
"Are the interior lights incandescent or fluorescent?"
"Incandescent lamp, but the intensity should be very low. The light is dark yellow."
Mansari went over to India and looked down at India's notes.
However, he realized that India was not taking notes, but drawing pictures.
Ingis showed Kerman the picture he had drawn. "Is this how the crime scene looked like? Or is there something wrong? "
Kerman's expression changed drastically. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with fear.
Once again, Indis brought him back to that horrible slaughterhouse …
"Mr. Korman, thank you for your cooperation."
Mansari and Ingis walked out of the ward, and Mansari asked, "How was it? Did you find any clues?"
"When the murderer kidnapped the victim, he used doflurin, which can quickly knock people out and has a strong pungent smell," English said. "According to the victim's description, he felt hot and dry. The temperature in Los Angeles during the day is about 19 degrees Celsius and 11 degrees Celsius at night. During the day, there will be a certain degree of warmth, but he won't feel hot and dry. Heat usually occurs when the humidity is high. There has been no rainy weather in Los Angeles and the surrounding areas for the past five days, so people will feel hot and dry. There is only one possibility. The first crime scene was not on the ground, but in a cave, and it was at least ten meters underground. Only this kind of environment would make people feel hot and dry. The murderer deliberately arranged the cave to look like a building, but because it was randomly arranged, it looked quite simple and crude. The dim yellow light was very bad for lighting, but it had a stronger impact on the blood. So, the murderer deliberately used a dim yellow incandescent lamp. Even if someone woke up halfway, they would only notice the body on the chopping board, the blood stains, and the murderer, and ignore the surrounding environment. This is mainly because human senses have a focusing effect. People will only pay attention to the information that their subconscious mind thinks is important."
Needless to say, Mansari was amazed by English's analysis.
Mansari listened to Korman's answer, but he could not think of any clues.
But English had actually analyzed so many clues.
Mansari had worked with English in the past, so he knew how good English's deductive abilities were.
The elevator door was about to close when a hand suddenly blocked it.
"Wait." Chen Zhao walked into the elevator.
But when he looked up, he realized that Mansari was actually standing in the elevator.
Mansari's expression also froze. His expression suddenly became unnatural.
Chen Zhao was expressionless. He yawned and waited for the elevator to reach the first floor.
He was here to treat a patient.
But during the treatment, he did not seem to be in a good mood.
The sleepiness came again, and he barely finished the treatment.
Confused, English looked at Mansari.
"You know that person?" English looked at the yawning person in front of him.
It was obvious that they knew each other.
India sensed it from the first moment they looked at each other.
But they were definitely not friends.
Mansari had been very nervous just now.
It was like a mouse seeing a cat.
In fact, Mansari did not even dare to breathe for thirty seconds in the elevator.
He was really afraid of that man.
Just then, the man's body suddenly tilted and he fell to the ground.
Soon, a female nurse ran over to help him up.
She seemed to be asking what was wrong with him.
The man shook his head and wobbled away.
Why would Mansari be afraid of such a weak person?
Looking at Chen Zhao's back, Mansari was also slightly confused.
Mansari ignored Indis's question.
Just as Chen Zhao was about to drive back, he received West's call.
"President, Ossolisa has officially returned. We're going to hold a welcoming party for her tomorrow night."
"Oh, okay. I'll remember. I'll go." Chen Zhao hung up and suddenly felt even more sleepy.
No, he could not drive anymore.
Chen Zhao forced himself to stay awake. He parked the car by the roadside and picked up the phone. "Hey … Fali … I … feel sleepy again …"
Chen Zhao did not even finish the call. He yawned and lay down on the passenger seat.
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