North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

Outside the small town of Carlo are several small and medium-sized farms.

Fadili didn't drive and explained his destination, which was not far outside the town.

It's past working hours now.

There are not many pedestrians on the road.

Fadili didn't notice at all, not far behind him, followed by a tall man and a ponytail policewoman with a straight figure.

By the time they left the town, the sky had already dimmed.

Outside the town, there is an open space without shelter.

Dean grabbed the little policewoman who was still trying to follow, and his eyes signaled her to stop first.

next moment.

Fadili stopped abruptly, looking behind and around.

Because Dean reacted promptly.

After scanning around, Fadili breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one noticed him. He glanced at the sky, quickened his pace, and trotted forward along the fence path set up in front of the farm.

"What's ahead?"

Dean looked at Nellie.

Since Fadili didn't want to enter the farm, he should have arrived at his destination. Otherwise, it would be difficult to walk this kind of trail when the sky completely darkened, and it would be difficult to explain if he encountered a town resident.

Nelly thought about it, and her face changed: "There is an open space and a stream over there. When the weather is good, residents often go there to hold bonfire parties and camp there. Could it be that Fadili wants to destroy something? thing?"

"possible!"

Dean picked up a stone from the side of the road and said, "Chase, stop Fadili directly!"

Although he has weapons in the subspace, it's hard to explain. With a stone in his hand, in case of accidents, he can also have a means of long-range attack.

The voice fell.

In the dim environment, Nellie felt an afterimage sprinting out in front of her eyes. When she recovered, she could only see the back of Dean disappearing from her field of vision.

"So fast?"

Nellie was startled, quickly took out the pistol from her waist, and ran to follow.

Dean is tall and burly, with a step of several meters, and his explosive speed is as high as 16 points, surpassing the well-trained world sprint champion, which can be called the new limit of human beings on this planet.

In just a few seconds, Fadili, who had disappeared from sight, reappeared in Dean's sight.

At this time, Dean didn't bother to hide the movement, and his extremely powerful muscles and bones burst out again, leading his body, like a ignited rocket, rushing towards Fadili with the strong wind.

This time it exploded, and there was a lot of movement.

Fadili stopped subconsciously and turned around in panic.

The wind was surging.

He instinctively squinted his eyes.

next moment.

A black shadow came from five meters away, like a tiger hunting for prey, pounced from the air, and frightened Fadili into a daze on the spot.

Just when he thought he had been hunted by a wild beast and was about to die tragically on the spot, the pounced figure shrank back, naturally and smoothly removed the violent impact on his body, and at the same time grabbed it with a big palm, and landed on the ground at the same time , and picked up Fadili, who was stunned in place.

"Good evening, Mr. Fadili."

Dean held up Fadili's collar and grinned.

Don't wait for Fadili to come back to his senses.

His other hand precisely hit Fadili's abdomen and threw it out.

Fadili rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment. He wanted to get up, but his body staggered. He knelt on the ground again, opened his mouth wide, and vomited out sour liquid all over the floor. Take the pistol and backpack.

"Hoohoo~"

At this time, the little policewoman, Nellie, was panting heavily and arrived late.

Seeing that Dean had stabilized his form, she breathed a sigh of relief, put her hands on her waist, and said out of breath, "You ran too fast, you should wait for me"

"I'm worried he's going to turn a corner, at least now we've got what we want."

Dean picked up the not-heavy backpack on the handle, and by the way, unloaded the pistol he found from Fadili, and threw it in front of Nellie.

With his presence on the field, it is impossible to give Fadili a bloody chance to regain his gun and fight back.

Nellie took a few more deep breaths before recovering.

She glanced at the backpack in Dean's hand, with a smile on her face: "Well, Detective Dean, were you really not a 100-meter runner before?"

Dean shrugged: "Stop talking nonsense, it's getting dark, and handcuff Fadili first."

Fadili was hit in the abdomen by Dean, until Nelli handcuffed his hands behind his back, he still didn't recover, wanted to say something, but spit out a mouthful of acid water.

Nelly dodged in disgust, took out her mobile phone, and called for support.

eight pm.

The interrogation room of the small town police station.

Under the light, Fadili lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Nellie and her colleagues on duty sat at the interrogation table, while Dean sat aside with a small chair, looking through the things he found in Fadili's backpack.

Those are some photos.

To be precise, inside the backpack are dozens of photos secretly taken of the dead teacher Totti from various angles.

These photos are basically photos of Totti's life outside the school.

Relying on his super memory, Dean scanned through all the photos before putting them in front of Nellie and his colleagues: "The interrogation can begin."

Nellie nodded, and looked at Fadili, who bowed his head, with a serious expression: "Mr. Fadili, can you explain why you have so many secret photos of the victim, Ms. Totti?"

Nellie's colleague, on the other hand, looked at Fadili sitting in the interrogation chair gossipingly, without the slightest intention of interrupting.

He is an old fritter. Although he is curious about new discoveries in this case, the sheriff has been urging to close the case of the murder of the female teacher Totti, and he will not ask for trouble.

Hearing Nellie's question, Fadili slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes met Dean's in a daze, and he showed a bitter smile: "Do you still need to ask?"

Nellie raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Fadili, please explain clearly."

"It's very simple." Fadili lowered his head again, his tone low:

"I have always felt that the woman Totti's too soft teaching method will cause my son's already weak personality to become even weaker, so I hate Totti very much.

I know that Tiger has a bad personality, but I have always expected him to learn to resist and become strong in the midst of oppression.

But Totti ruined it all.

With shelter, Tiger prefers to run away from things.

He's like a bitch.

All of this was caused by Totti, so I took a chance and killed Totti! "

Fadili raised his head suddenly, with a ferocious expression, and his saliva splashed: "Did you hear that, it was me, I killed Totti, but you idiots captured my son!"

Nellie was frightened by Fadili's ferocious expression.

She looked towards the expressionless Dean as if asking for help.

The colleague beside her also became serious, and said for the first time: "Fadili, you mean, you killed Totti, and Tiger just happened to be at the scene of the crime?"

"Yes, it's me!"

Fadili licked his lips and looked at the three people in front of him mockingly: "I didn't expect that Tiger would appear in that woman's house after I left, which made me very distressed. Tiger is mine after all. Son, I didn't even think that you policemen would be so useless that you directly regarded my son as a murderer, ha ha."

"you!"

Colleague Nelly's eyes flashed with anger, she took out her mobile phone and called the sheriff.

This matter is beyond their ability to handle.

If Tiger is only regarded as a suspect, it doesn't matter if the wrong person is caught.

However, under the urging of the sheriff to report, Tiger has been identified as a first-degree murderer by the county prosecutor. Once it is known that the miscarriage of justice is a shameful dereliction of duty.

What is annoying is that no matter how the male police officer dials the phone, no one answers from the sheriff's side.

He could only get up, and said to Nellie, "Nellie, you and Mr. Dean are here to watch Fadili. I'll go find the sheriff myself. Before that, don't make any unnecessary moves."

Nellie was about to nod.

at this time.

"Papa papa!"

Applause came from the side.

Nellie and her colleagues heard the sound and watched, but found that the applause came from Dean, who had not moved since the interrogation began.

Dean got up slowly, shook his head and said, "Father's love is really great. It can make the owner of a fried chicken shop have acting skills no worse than the actor."

"What!?"

Nelly and her colleagues looked at Dean in surprise, not understanding what he meant.

Fadili, who was sitting on the interrogation chair, was shocked and angry.

He glared angrily at Dean, the detective he had hired: "Shut up, you damn crappy third-rate detective, I've pleaded guilty, you can go back to Los Angeles and get your bonus that smells like copper!"

Dean shrugged: "Mr. Fadili, although you are the client, the commission I accepted is to investigate the truth about the murder of the female teacher Totti and return Tiger to his innocence. So, I'm sorry, I can't let you You help your son take the blame, because this is not the truth!"

finished.

Under the puzzled gaze of Nellie and his colleagues, he took out a photo taken secretly from behind from the pile of photos, and pointed to the background in the photo: "The town is only so big, and the residents are only so few people, can Fadi Mr. Li, can you secretly take pictures of others while appearing in the camera?"

Nellie and her colleagues, following Dean's fingers, found a person wearing an apron on the street in the photo. It was Mr. Fadili. He was standing not far from the female teacher Totti's car, looking into the lens of the camera. .

"Since the person who took the photo was not Mr. Fadili, then it was Tiger?"

Nellie suddenly said: "Mr. Fadili must have heard what Detective Dean said before, and he was worried that you would find these photos and be more sure that there is a secret between Tiger and Totti, so he wanted to destroy these photos!"

After all, Tiger appeared at the scene of the murder, so he couldn't explain it clearly. If he was found to be secretly filming and following Totti for a long time, then there would be no way to explain it.

Dean nodded: "Yes, that's what Mr. Fadili should have thought, but he didn't expect that we just met him and found him, so, in order to save his son, Mr. Fadili simply thought of taking the blame. .”

He looked at the desperate Fadili in disappointment:

"Do you think you are great?

Mr. Fadili, to be honest, your non-cooperation and concealment are actually completely ruining Tiger's last chance of survival.

Forget it, I will not accept this entrusted case. I hope your son can come out of prison before your husband and wife die of old age. "

After speaking, Dean turned around and was about to leave.

This hairy, hiding from himself, clearly does not trust himself.

That being the case.

He doesn't mind making the other party feel the pain.

"Detective Dean."

Nellie wanted to be called Dean, but felt she had no reason to.

After all, the other party is just a detective, not a policeman in a small town like her, and has no obligation to find out the truth of a case.

Seeing that Dean was about to walk out of the interrogation room.

Fadili was devastated.

He wailed and yelled: "No, don't leave, I was wrong, Detective Dean, don't leave, I really have nothing to hide except for the photo, Tiger is really not the murderer!"

Dean ignored it and walked out directly.

Fadili wanted to destroy the photo of the deceased Mr. Totti who was secretly taken. During the interrogation, he also admitted that he was the murderer who killed Mr. Totti. Although Dean said it was false, according to the procedure, he was still imprisoned stand up.

Because the sheriff couldn't be reached.

After discussing with her colleagues on duty, Nellie plans to deal with this matter tomorrow. As for Nellie, she will go to Mr. Fadili's house first and tell Fadili's wife about it.

out of the police station.

The little policewoman Nellie's face was full of confusion.

One reason is Dean's departure.

This kind of handsome and talented man has a drug-like attraction to any little girl who doesn't have a rich relationship history and lives in a small town.

Nelly felt that after this time, she might never see Dean again.

Another reason is that Nellie didn't know how to talk to Fadili's wife about Fadili's detention.

In Nellie's impression, Fadili's wife is a little woman with a soft personality and a kind smile all day long, who is very popular among children in small towns.

Not long after the son was arrested, the husband was arrested again.

This is a big blow to a woman who is not strong.

"Eh."

Nellie sighed and shook her head.

"Nellie."

A thick male voice came out from the darkness.

Nelly paused, and then a happy expression appeared on her tangled face: "Detective Dean?"

"uh-huh!"

Dean stepped out of the darkness.

Nelly looked at Dean in surprise: "You didn't leave?"

"The case has not been investigated yet, why should I leave?" Dean smiled badly: "Fadili lied to me, so I lied to him just now."

Nellie rolled Dean's look.

What a careful man.

No. The adjective narrow-minded should not be applied to a handsome man like Detective Dean. It should be humorous, yes, it is humorous, Mr. Dean, what a humorous man!

"Detective Dean, I'm going to go to Fadili's house now and tell his wife about Fadili's detention. Do you want to go there together?"

"Of course." Dean nodded: "Go back and get those photos, let's go there together."

He had a hunch that Fadili's wife should be more aware of the relationship between his son Tiger and Totti than Fadili!

Good night.