Chapter 9: Go to Crime Scene

The next day, because of being busy all morning, it was not until noon that Uri had time to go to the police station.

Standing in front of the police station, Uri realized one thing: He did not have Alex's phone number, so there was no way to contact him.

As he was confused and didn't know what to do, a voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Wayne?"

Uri startled slightly and turned his head. It was Donna Nancy.

"Hello... hello, Mrs. Nancy." Uri smiled with his quite strained expression.

"Why did you come here? A suspect again?" Donna gave a lightly teasing smile.

"No... I'm here to find your captain... Alex..."

"My captain? What's the point of you looking for him?"

"Uhm... he... told me to come here..." Uri sheepishly scratched his head.

Donna's face was slightly surprised, and then she quickly said: "My captain has just gone out. If you don't mind, can you go inside to wait for a while?"

Uri grabbed his backpack, nodded: "So... bothering you..."

"Nothing."

Donna led Uri into the waiting room, and kindly poured him a glass of water before leaving. Uri hugged his knapsack and sat neatly on the sofa, looking around the room once.

Although it was a waiting room, Uri thought it was more like a restroom. In addition to a sofa set, there is a single bed in the corner of the room, next to a rather large wooden cabinet. There is also a TV in the room. The design is not much different from the usual bedroom.

Uri touched the scarf on his neck, tried to take it off, but remembered the scary mark yesterday, so he stopped. Waking up this morning, five handprints on his neck had turned purple, scaring Uri to almost fall over. If he hadn't experienced that incident last night, Uri would have assumed that he had been hit by some kind of spell.

Uri didn't expect it to be so serious, he could only put a scarf around his neck to cover it up. Fortunately, the weather is quite cold, and wearing a scarf does not make others feel strange. Grandma didn't find out either. Every time he swallows saliva, he feels extremely painful, let alone every time he opens his mouth to talk.

Talking to Donna earlier, Uri's throat hurt so much that he lost all feeling but he still expressed that he was okay.

Waiting for more than 10 minutes, still not seeing Alex, Uri boredly got up and went to the window. On the windowsill were a few small plant pots that Uri did not know the name of. They seem to be poorly cared for, looking a bit barren, yellow leaves drooping down to fill the whole tree stump. Must also, there are so many people dying at day, the police are over head and ears in work? How can they find the time to water the plants?

Uri touched the rough leaves, looked at the watering jar beside him, hesitated for a moment, but then took it and watered the potted plants. Looking at the water-soaked plants, Uri was satisfied, leaving the watering jar, then returned to the sofa. The glass of water was still smoking, Uri took a sip, the warm water running down his throat made him feel a little better. Looking at the clock, it was almost half an hour, and Alex was still not turned up. Uri dejectedly hugged his backpack and sat on the sofa. Perhaps because he was so tired, he accidentally fell asleep.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Uri vaguely felt something hit his body. He dreamily opened his eyes. In front of him was Alex's cold face.

Uri was startled and quickly stood up.

"Sleeping at the police station, you're so good!" Alex glanced at the scarf around his neck and said faintly.

Uri embarrassedly scratched his head: "Sorry... sorry... Have you been back for a long time?"

Alex did not respond, only said a sentence: "Let's go."

Uri widened his eyes, confused, and asked: "Go? Where to go?"

Alex looked at him coldly, Uri immediately fell silent, not daring to cough anymore. A thought popped into his head: He was so scary!

Uri followed Alex out to the parking lot, looked at the Maybach-branded silver-gray car, in his heart of admiration. This car has a market price of at least several hundred thousand dollars. Are the police so rich now? Must also, he's the captain of the FBI task force! Uri saved his whole life also not being able to buy a wheel. This difference made Uri only give a sigh.

Engrossed in the thought that Uri unconsciously went to the front door, casually treating Alex's car like some ordinary car, intending to open it, Alex's voice coldly sounded: "Sit in the back seat."

"Ah... Sorry! Sorry!" Uri was startled, quickly reacted, swerved to the back door, seemingly embarrassed by his somewhat impolite behavior.

God! How could he mistake Alex's car for a newsroom car?!

In the car, it was frighteningly quiet, no one said a word to anyone. Uri could only look outside to leave attention. Los Angeles today is overcast. At the end of October, the temperature had not changed clearly, maybe it just no longer seen sunny days.

Uri sees the tall buildings on both sides of the road gradually being replaced by trees and small houses on stilts, secretly guessing that Alex must be going towards the outskirts of the city. The roads are no longer as crowded as in the city.

Although it is a suburb, it is not deserted. On the contrary, it is a tourist attraction. In recent years, tourists tend to go to places with mountain scenery to enjoy their holidays, so resorts have sprung up like mushrooms.

If Uri hadn't been asking Alex for help, he thought he and Alex had been enjoying the holiday. Uri was a little confused, not knowing why Alex was taking him to this place. But without letting him be curious for too long, the car stopped in front of a landfill.

Wait, landfill??

"...."

Uri looked at the garbage dump outside in surprise, suddenly thinking of something. Isn't this the second crime scene?!

If he was not mistaken, the victim was a high school girl, killed on her way home from school. Her body was later discovered in this dump.

Uri bewilderedly looked at Alex in the rearview mirror, as if to ask why he had brought him here?

Alex unbound his seat belt, didn't intend to explain, just coldly said: "Come in, don't ruin the scene."

Uri was a little surprised. Was this allowing him to enter the scene directly?

Alex looked at Uri, who still had a bewildered expression, and slightly frowned: "How?"

"No... no... It's okay!" Uri quickly shook his head, quickly removed his seat belt.

The two got out of the car, a stench immediately hit their noses. Uri grimaced and covered his nose. Alex, on the contrary, did not react. He looked at the garbage dump in front of him and slowly said: "According to your editor-in-chief, Neil Royce has been to the crime scene and the places where people said they had seen a Vampire?!"

Uri immediately nodded: "Yes, he told me so!"

"The camera recorded your friend appearing near an abandoned building by the Los Angeles River, where the first crime scene was at 10 p. m three days ago and in the La Verland neighborhood, where the fourth crime scene was at 11:30 a. m. Then at 2:30 a. m., the camera caught him with a man dressed in black and wearing a face covering near Pershing Square."

"The man in black?" Uri exclaimed in fear.

Why is Neil with the guy in black? Did Neil know that person?

"We were unable to confirm this person's identity, but found that your friend was missing something."

"What is it?"

"It's a necklace."

Hearing what Alex said, Uri immediately remembered the amulet that Neil always wore on his body. Uri also has a similar one. He and Neil applied for it at a temple during a business trip to Thailand last year.

"So... we are here looking for the necklace?" Uri looked at the dump in front of him, hesitantly.

Don't tell him they will have to pick up the trash!!!?

"Yes." Alex seemed to read his mind and coldly replied.

Uri was slightly startled, then showed a puzzled expression and said, "Why are we looking for it here? What about other places?"

"I've been to all those places. Only this place remains." Alex nonchalantly replied.

"But... what if it falls somewhere else?"

"The type of necklace your friend wears is a Tiger skin charm, a type of Thai amulet. The chain is usually made of 975 silver, except in the case of a strong impact, it will not be broken. There are two possibilities, either it broke during the struggle, the other is that your friend intentionally left the necklace behind as a signal." Alex paused for a moment, turned his face to look at Uri, then continued: "Suppose you were attacked and kidnapped last night, if you were to choose something to make a signal, where would you throw it?"

"I'll throw it right in the alley!" Uri replied without hesitation.

"Why?"

"Because that's where I was directly attacked!"

"Why don't you throw it somewhere else, on the street in your neighborhood, for example?"

Uri shook his head: "Impossible, there are too many people passing by, it could be kicked away!"

"Do you understand now?"

!!!!!!

His mind also immediately cleared up, eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Alex. Expectedly, he is the captain of the FBI special forces!

"But... what if the necklace was discovered and taken away by the man in the black?" Uri suddenly asked.

"It's not possible." Alex answered firmly.

"Why?" Uri tilted his head and asked.

Alex was silent, and after a while, he replied, "You just need to know it!"

Uri:????

All right, Alex is always right.

Uri thought to himself, then continued to ask: "So if you find the necklace, will find my friend?"

It seemed that explaining to Uri just now was beyond Alex's limit. So now, hearing his other question, Alex's face began to show impatience. He did not answer, returned to his original coldness: "Stop talking nonsense, quickly find it."

Finding a necklace in such a dump is like finding a needle in a haystack, but thinking about finding Neil, Uri quickly felt excited again, nodded: "Okay!"

It has been almost a month since the second case happened, the scene is no longer the same as before. The alert cord was soon dismantled, and the garbage was also piled up onto small mountains.

"Take it." Alex suddenly threw something at Uri.

Uri quickly caught it, and looked at what was in his hand. It's a mask and gloves, and suddenly got a little emotional, "Thank you..."

Alex ignored him, put on his gloves, turned around, and began looking for.

Looking at Alex with a distinguished appearance now squatting through each garbage bag like that, Uri felt a little miraculous. A person with an eye-catching appearance like him was not suitable for this job at all.

"I didn't bring you here to you stand so." Alex seemed to have eyes behind him, coldly said, his hand still searching.

"I... I know..." Uri was startled, hurriedly put on a mask and gloves, and ran to his side.

Uri picked up the trash bags and tossed them aside, one of the bags oozing out a dull liquid. Despite being separated by a mask, Uri could still smell a strong sour smell, which was the smell of rancid food. He tried to suppress the gnawing feeling in his stomach, to reduce the feeling of nausea that was regurgitating, Uri could only open his mouth to talk to Alex.

"Why don't you ask the staff at the police station to help, the two of us look like this... it's a bit..."

"If you don't want. Go back!" Alex interrupted coldly.

Uri immediately fell silent.

Okay, he's wrong! He wouldn't say anything more.

The two then maintained a state of silence, silently "scraping garbage". Uri had to work hard to keep himself weren't vomiting.