Chapter 8 The Postman

  Detective Bureau.

  After the meal, Captain Susan called everyone to the conference room for a meeting.

  Jenny, a newly transferred policewoman, took the initiative to pour coffee for everyone.

  Susan looked at David and Luke, who had returned from the investigation, and asked them, "Is there a problem with the Qiaowei gun store?"

  David said, "The owner is a slick man, there is no monitoring in the store, transactions are cash made, and he didn't cooperate at first.

  But after persuading him for a long time, he admitted to selling the modified Taser gun.

  According to him, a man named 'Postman' put the modified Taser gun in the store for consignment, and the store only sold one."

  Susan He asked, "What about the real identity of this so called 'postman'?"

  David said, "The boss doesn't know either."

  Deputy Vincent said, "Maybe he doesn't want to say it."

  David looked unhappy, "If you want to question my abilities, then maybe next time we are in face of a similar situation, you might as well go out in person."

  "Young people shouldn't get angry, I just said that there is such a possibility." Vice-team Vincent continued to analyze,

  "If what the boss said is true, then we have to find the true identity of this so called 'postman', cause after we do we will get the sales channels of the modified Taser guns, which we can use to catch the suspects in the Taser gun robbery.

  The question now is how to determine the true identity of the 'postman', the nickname does not have a social security code."

  Raymond said thoughtfully, "This I seem to have heard the nickname somewhere."

  Vice team captain Vincent joked, "I have also heard that NBA superstar Karl Malone is nicknamed 'The Postman', and I can also reveal a little secret. He also worked as a part-time police officer."

  Captain Susan said, "Vice captain, now is not the time to discuss basketball or your peers."

  "He is not my peer, he is several years younger than me, are you satisfied?" Vice team Vincent did not hesitate. He turned back and looked at Marcus beside him,

  "You know the local gang best, can you find out the identity of the 'postman'."

  "Yeah, you finally remembered to ask me." Marcus grinned with thick lips.

  Marcus grew up in a slum and is very familiar with various gangs. Although he seems unreliable and his brain is not very bright, he is good in finding people.

  Susan said sternly, "It's half past one in the afternoon, and the suspect may commit another crime at night.

  Marcus, we don't have much time left."

  "I'll do my best." Marcus finished, got up and left the office .

  Female police officer Jenny asked, "The suspect has already committed two cases. He should know that the police are fully investigating him. Is it possible that he will stop or escape?"

  "I hope so too, but from the situation at the crime scene, it is extremely unlikely" Deputy Team Vincent picked up the whiteboard pen and started writing and marking, "The first crime was committed on 18 February, and the victim was only robbed of all her belongings and clothes.

  The second crime was committed on February 25, and the suspect scratched the victim's thigh, and wrote 'you like' (do you like it?) on the scene with blood.

  Compared with the first time, the second crime was more aggressive.

  In my experience, unless caught by the police, he would not stop, It will only be more brutal."

  Luke pondered for a moment and asked, "Why did the suspect leave the words 'you like' on the scene, and what is his purpose?"

  Deputy Team Vincent said, "There are usually two types of suspects in serial cases. , the first is an economic reason, which can be reasoned with logic.

  The second is someone who has been stimulated in some way, and unless you and he are stimulated in the same way, it is difficult to guess his behavior."

  Luke shook his head, "Forget it, I'm still used to speak with evidence."

  "Smart behavior. I used to have a very good colleague who turned himself into a schizophrenic in order to catch a serial killer."

  "Are you joking?"

The deputy team looked serious, "No."

  Luke was still thinking about whether to work overtime today, but he gave up after thinking about it.

  He is a person with a system. If he needs to work overtime to solve a case, then he is not worthy of the system.

  To avoid becoming a schizophrenic, Luke still leaves work on time.

  None of his colleagues left, and all kinds of complicated eyes looked to Luke.

  "Look all you want, my health is the most precious" thought Luke

  ...

  Los Angeles Chinatown.

  There are a large number of Chinese gathered here, and the dialect can be heard anytime, anywhere.

  This is the first time for Luke to come to Chinatown. There are Chinese advertisements on the streets of Sichuan restaurants, nail salons, travel agencies that arrange passport extensions, green cards, etc. Even the exaggeration of the advertising slogans is exactly the same as the cure for all diseases on the domestic street poles.

  Luke was filled with emotion, he was homesick.

  After a long time, he remembered his purpose of coming to Chinatown.

  Eating fried chicken and burgers every day, his brain and taste buds have begun to protest, wanting to eat hometown food.

  Luke parked his motorcycle in front of a restaurant with a green plaque with Chinese Yingchun Pavilion on the left and English on the right, with two red lanterns hanging beside them.

  Entering the restaurant, a young Asian woman in a cheongsam stood at the door and said in English, "Welcome."

  He found a seat by the window and sat down, and an Asian waitress handed over the menu.

  Luke glanced at it. The menu was in both Chinese and English. The top of the menu was 'General Tso's Chicken', a

  dish that many people in China may not have heard of, but it is very popular in the United States.

  Previous Luke didn't know it either.

  After scanning the menu, I ordered four dishes, General Tso's chicken, Mao Xuewang, Laoganma's fried waist flower, seafood hodgepodge, a bowl of rice, and a bottle of Wuliangye.

  During this time, Luke was very depressed, he was homesick and couldn't go back, and he couldn't afford to eat the food of his hometown.

  Now that I have money, I can eat a meal openly.

  Done.

  The United States also checks drunk driving, and the law enforcement level is also very strict.

  But in this regard, human rights and freedoms, including the right and freedom to drink, are consistently emphasized.

  Therefore, the United States is the most liberal country in the world to identify drunk driving.

  Luke's alcohol intake is good, and drinking a couple of taels is not a problem. It doesn't affect riding a motorcycle and walking in a straight line.

  Full of wine and food.

  Luke ordered a pot of Longjing to relieve his hangover and his nostalgia.

  Over two hundred dollars for a meal.

  More than seven o'clock in the evening.

  Luke put on half a bottle of Wuliangye and rode his Harley home.

  Finally have to face reality.

  Because of drinking, Luke was not riding fast.

  I saw a familiar figure near the Yiruo Community Commercial Plaza.

  A fat black-haired man and a white girl in a school uniform pressed the road.

  As for how to distinguish white and Chinese girls.

  Look at the face from the front and the buttocks from the back. The white girl's buttocks are more upturned.

  Luke slowed down, the little fat man was none other than his younger brother Jack.

  Along the way, the two talked and laughed, and the white girl was holding a cup of boba milk tea in her hand.

  The little fat man stretched out his hand to hug the girl's waist several times, and then shrank back.

  Judging from their demeanor, the relationship between the two is not ordinary, and it is definitely not as simple as ordinary classmates or friends.

  Luke stopped the car, a little dumbfounded, "What's the situation? This little fat guy is only thirteen years old!"