Chapter 55 The First Corpse! (Please Read On)

the next day.

After the three Deans obtained the search warrant, they drove to the warehouse as soon as possible.

A warehouse leased by Marcus in a suburb of Los Angeles.

There are usually some small companies here, which are used to store goods for transit, or to store some goods that are not moved frequently, so few people usually come here.

The warehouse keeper is an old white man.

When the three of them went to look for him, the guy had not yet woken up and was sleeping soundly with a wine bottle in his arms.

Harry banged on the door several times.

The old man didn't react at all.

If it weren't for seeing his chest rising and falling through the glass window, one would almost think that the old man was a corpse.

"I'm really worried about the customers who choose this warehouse." Harry said helplessly.

"Do you think they will care?" Lawrence pointed to the top of his head: "There are a lot of surveillance here. Even if the warehouse is stolen, the warehouse company will be insured. This old man is probably a mascot."

Dean took out his cell phone, looked at the time, pushed Harry and Lawrence away, stepped back, and then kicked the door lock.

There was a loud bang.

The wooden door, including the lock, flew in.

Looking at this violent scene, Harry's expression was exaggerated and slightly excited: "Wow, Dean, I feel like we are like robbers breaking into the house now. It's so exciting."

"Then your sense of stimulation is too low-level." Lawrence curled his lips mockingly, stepped on the sawdust on the ground, and walked in.

He grabbed the sleeping old man and shook him vigorously.

The poor little old man was probably still dreaming, and he shouted in a daze: "FK, is this an earthquake? Oh, my beer."

He opened his eyes drowsily, and was shocked to find a ferocious face right in front of him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the broken wooden door leaning against the bed, and he suddenly woke up.

"NO!" The old man quickly shrank to the corner of the bed and hugged his quilt tightly: "The warehouse key is hanging on the wall. I'm just a lonely and pitiful little old man. Please don't hurt me."

Lawrence: "."

"Don't be nervous, sir. I am Detective Dean of the Robbery and Murder Division. These two are my colleagues. We need to search warehouse 86. This is a search warrant."

"They're not robbers." The little old man looked at Dean with a kind smile, and suddenly became bolder: "This is a private area, and you actually broke the wooden door and forced your way in. I want to complain to you, I want compensation, and I want to pay you back." Want to woo~"

Dean put down his unzipped jacket, covered the pistol inside again, took out a twenty-dollar bill and threw it away: "Take the money and take us to Warehouse 86. If you keep talking nonsense, I promise to send you there." Go to the prison and step on the sewing machine!”

Only then did the old man realize that the seemingly friendly police detective in front of him was actually a jerk!

Not daring to say a word, he hurriedly put on his clothes and led the three of them towards the warehouse area.

The warehouses here are in the shape of a field, divided into four rows, with more than 20 warehouses in each row. There are also large warehouses in a significantly larger circle at the four corners, adding up to more than a hundred warehouses.

Warehouse No. 86 is located in the corner here.

Just went in.

Everyone smelled a vague but very obvious strange smell.

Dean paused.

This is the smell of corpse!

This smell was too familiar to him.

In his previous life, he had slept with many corpses at the organization's training base. Among the corpses were fellow trainees and people he had killed with his own hands.

This is also the reason why Dean's mating level is as high as L3.

Because he didn't find some fun as an anchor to maintain his very weak humanity, he might have become sick and twisted.

As it gets closer.

The vague smell became more and more intense.

Even Lawrence and Harry, whose noses are not as sensitive as Dean's, smelled these.

"Man, are you storing Ollie here?" Harry covered his nose: "It stinks!"

The old man looked embarrassed: "There are a lot of rats living here, so there is often a smell of dead rats. However, most of the warehouses here are filled with mechanical equipment, so it does not affect our business."

"No, this is the smell of human corpses!" Lawrence, who was more experienced than Harry, was not surprised but overjoyed: "I feel like we have achieved something big this time!"

The closer to Warehouse No. 86.

The smell of corpses becomes stronger.

The old man also realized something was wrong.

He quickly handed the key to Harry beside him: "Anyway, in this row, only Warehouse No. 86 is rented. Go and see for yourself."

After saying that, he quickly ran towards his security room.

"Okay", Harry shrugged: "I finally know why this old man hasn't noticed anything unusual here."

He quickened his pace, walked to warehouse No. 86, and opened the door.

Harry didn't notice that Dean and Lawrence had silently run more than ten meters away, looking at him with pity from the side.

The door opens.

next moment.

A stench that was ten times stronger than before came out.

Harry's eyes widened, he rolled his eyes, flopped on the ground, and fainted from the smoke.

"Hahahaha!" Lawrence laughed extremely exaggeratedly: "This bastard has been a policeman for more than five years, and he doesn't even have this bit of common sense!"

"I think he'll be impressed this time."

Dean was also smiling.

He enjoys this seemingly excessive friendship.

Very kinky, but really interesting.

At room temperature, under normal circumstances, a person will experience the giant phenomenon about three days after death. A large amount of foul-smelling toxic gases will accumulate in the body. Finally, after a month, it will leak out little by little as the skin and flesh rot.

Harry was unfortunate enough to be hit by the purest essence of corpse odor.

Just a joke.

The two people quickly dragged Harry, who had fainted, to a ventilated area, and then called the forensics department to ventilate the warehouse.

Two hours later.

Holtz wore several special masks and drove to the warehouse alone.

"Holtz, are you the only one?" Dean looked confused.

Holtz nodded: "It's approaching Christmas, and there have been a lot of homicides recently. Deputy Hunter called a few people to go to the villa to conduct blood stain simulation analysis, so I can only come here alone."

"Okay", Dean didn't care: "Holtz, please help wake Harry up, Lawrence and I will go in first to check."

"What's up with him?"

"Hit a gas bomb, haha."

Holtz reacted immediately and smiled evilly: "This smell can't be washed away for at least three days. It seems that Harry can't pick up girls recently."

Put on your gear.

Dean and Lawrence walked into the warehouse.

What he saw was a black Ford sedan, with red mud stuck to the tires, the side windows shattered, and underneath there were a lot of dried dark black blood stains.

Go over the car.

A disgusting corpse with a deformed shape and most of its skin torn appeared in front of the two people.