Chapter 38: [New mission, Chinatown detective]

　　 Lowe Road, Hills Apartment Building, Room 501, 5th Floor.
There has just been a tragic case of killing the door here. The door has been blocked by police officers with horizontal bars, but it still can’t stand the chase of reporters for news headlines. They stood outside the blockade and held microphones to the law enforcement. The police officer yelled.
　　 "Sir, have you found the clue?" "I wonder if you have found the murderer?"
　　 "Sir, we know that there are gangs fighting in Lofi Road all the year round. Is this another tragedy caused by gangs?"
　　 "Loffey Road has always been recognized by the public as the most chaotic neighborhood street in Brooklyn. Does this tragedy represent the consequences of the judicial department's inaction on the rising crime rate in the community?"
　　 In the face of the reporters’ difficult questions, the two police officers guarding the cordon have long been accustomed to it. Each silently stared at these reporters with grim faces, as if they had no intention of trying to reason.
　　 At this time, there was the sound of an elevator stopping in the aisle.
　　 A middle-aged man in casual clothes walked out of the elevator.
　　 Seeing seven or eight reporters staying outside the cordon, the middle-aged man frowned subconsciously, took out his credentials, walked to the two police officers waiting at the door and shook his head.
　　 "Sir!" Seeing the police chief's ID, the two police officers immediately saluted.
　　 When the reporters saw a big man, they immediately rushed to interview the officer.
　　 "May I ask..."
　　 Before the reporters could ask questions, the middle-aged man pulled the cordon without any reason, walked into the room, and closed the door from the inside.
　　 "Fak! Who is this person?" A young reporter couldn't help but explode when he saw the middle-aged man so arrogant.
　　 His voice didn't say much, but he was still heard by reporters from other newspapers nearby. Someone asked, "Did you just come here?"
　　 "I just transferred from Los Angeles, you can call me Jack." The young reporter held up the press card on his chest, which read Fox News.
　　 When I heard it was from Los Angeles, several reporters nearby suddenly realized.
　　 The person who had spoken earlier smiled and said, "That's right, you just came from Los Angeles. You definitely don't know our reporter killer in New York."
　　 "Reporter killer? You mean the police officer just now? He killed a reporter?" Jack frowned and glanced at the man's press card, which read the New York Daily.
　　 "No, how is that possible! That's just a nickname!"
　　 The New York Daily reporter shook his head and said, "The one who just walked in was John McAllen, the Sheriff of our New York Police Department. He hates reporters the most and never accepts interviews from reporters."
　　 "Why? Don't you want us to participate in the case report? We should know that we reporters have the responsibility to obtain the right to know for the public!"
When Jack was in Los Angeles, he often encountered police officers who did not like to be interviewed. He also understood the thinking of these police officers. It was nothing more than not wanting to reveal the details of the case too much to avoid revealing it, but he was A qualified reporter must be responsible for the public's right to know.
"Ha ha……"
Listening to Jack’s high-sounding words, the reporter of the New York Daily couldn’t help but laughed out: "Your name is Jack, right? Remember this is not Los Angeles. If you want to report any crime-related news, you must understand that our violent sheriff is very I hate reporters."
　　 "There must be a reason." Jack frowned. Could it be that the sheriff just now was a professional hater?
　　 "I don't know, anyway, when I first came to New York as a reporter, the senior reporter who had taken me reminded me that way."
　　The New York Daily reporter shrugged.
　　……
　　 The discussion by the reporters outside was not loud, and it did not affect the investigation of the police officers in the room.
　　 At the scene of the murder in the house, several forensic doctors were still taking fingerprints that the criminals might have left on the ground, walls, tables, chairs, and door handles.
　　 Several police officers standing by saw the sheriff walking in, and immediately saluted: "Sir!"
　　 John McAllen waved his hand, motioned these people to put down, turned his head to a familiar subordinate and said: "How is the investigation?"
The subordinates knew the character of their boss and quickly reported: "Sir, according to our investigation in the past two days, the five people who were killed are confirmed to be a family, a couple, their children, and their parents. The husband's name is Clay. De Sheldon, his wife is Avery Sheldon..."
　　 John McAllen raised his hand to stop the words of his subordinates: "Well, I have read all of these, I want to ask if there are any new clues."
　　 "The forensic doctor is still extracting fingerprints, hair, and sweat that the criminal may leave behind. It won't take long to come..."
　　 "I'm not blind! What I asked is is there any other clues?"
　　 was repeatedly interrupted by his boss and questioned his abilities. The detective flushed and said, "Sorry, sir, the time is too short, and we have not investigated other clues."
　　 Hearing no clue, John McAllen showed a disappointed expression, as if he had doubts about the police officer's ability.
Several police officers beside 　　 breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, seeming to be thankful that the violent police chief did not choose to ask questions by himself.
　　 "Sheriff!"
　　 John McAllen heard someone calling himself, and looked up, only to see a female police officer walking out of the crowd. He did not speak, but looked at the Asian police officer quietly.
Feeling John McAllen watching, Chen Ying was inexplicably nervous. You must know that John was called the violent sergeant by the New York Police Department. Legends about him have been circulating in the police station. It is naturally uncomfortable to be stared at by him. .
　　 She took a deep breath and summoned the courage to say: "Sheriff, we received a call from the hospital, and the male owner of this house, Clyde Sheldon, was rescued."
　　 John McAllen said with a gloomy face when he heard that someone was alive: "Then what are you doing here? Send me to the hospital for investigation!"
"Yes!"
　　 Several police officers were frightened by the sergeant's roar, and couldn't help but shiver, and immediately turned and walked outside the door.
After the people left, John McAllen received a call, picked up the phone and listened to a few sentences, then hung up. When he turned to look at the chaotic murder scene, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth flicked inwardly. expression.
　　……
　　 Chinatown, Mojia Wuguan.
　　 Gu Ren coached the juniors while practicing boxing.
　　 Mo Yougan, who was sitting in front of the hall, suddenly received a phone call. After chatting for a few words, he shouted, "Aren, come here."
　　 Gu Ren wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, walked over and asked: "What's the matter, master?"
　　 Mo You said dryly: "Have you anything in the past few days?"
　　 "It shouldn't be." Gu Ren replied unsurely. The death squad hadn't had any new tasks for half a month, and Captain Barney didn't know where he was going.
　　 He even went to Thor’s bar last night. He heard Thor say that it seems that the captain is going to take on a big task. It may take a while, or it may be two days.
　　 "Then you pack your bags and accompany me to Thailand tomorrow."
　　 Thailand? Tang Ren?
　　 Gu Ren touched his chin and said, "Master, was your Thai apprentice calling you just now?"
　　 "That's right. Tang Ren told me that the martial arts hall would open in advance, so I'd better go there tomorrow."
Mo Yougan sighed and said: "Tang Ren was an apprentice I received when I returned to China a few years ago. His qualifications are not good, but his father met me and he didn't mention his past friendships. This time he opened the martial arts gym. Naturally, I don’t care about the banner of our Mojiaquan. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
　　 Gu Ren hesitated for a while, and it was nothing to accompany Mo You to Thailand, because he was afraid that the captain would need him to act after receiving a task.
　　 was hesitating, and only listened to Mo You said, "If you have something to do, then forget it. If it doesn't work, I will take Along over."
　　 Mo Yougan saw Gu Ren's hesitation, and thought he didn't want to go to the other side of the ocean for the repair shop that hadn't opened yet.
Hearing this, when Gu Ren was about to agree, he was stunned for a few seconds. Then his eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "No need to master, I will accompany you to Thailand. Aaron will teach you on this behalf. Boxing, you can’t leave with Aaron. No one teaches boxing to close the martial arts gym, right? I’m going to book tickets online."
　　 "Well, then you book the flight ticket for tomorrow morning." Although Mo Yougan didn't know why Gu Ren suddenly changed his mind, he was still very happy that Gu Ren could accompany him to Thailand.
　　 asked about Mo Yougan’s ID number, and Gu Ren booked two air tickets to Bangkok, Thailand tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning.
　　 Soon, after booking the ticket, Gu Ren smiled and said, "Okay, master, at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, I can go to the airport to get the air ticket at that time. I will go back and pack my luggage now. I will pick you up at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning."
　　 "Hmm." Mo Yougan nodded his head in satisfaction.
　　 After Gu Ren left the gate of the martial arts hall, he rushed back home as quickly as possible.
　　 Once he got home, he locked the door and leaned on the sofa, immersing himself in the system.
【Ding! Tang Ren from Thailand, hire you to help him investigate the murder case, find the real murderer who killed Sompa and steal the gold, and wash away his grievances. 】
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　　PS: It’s the first time to write a system document. I hope to forgive me if there are data errors. I will modify it as soon as possible.