Chapter 1191 The Second Death A Request for Help From Kassel

"So what we are dealing with is actually two or a group of thieves? Does Alabama have its own Robin Hood?" Clay asked curiously after returning to the car.

Aubrey spread his hands and said that he didn't know. "I asked the state police, and there is no news of similar theft gang activities recently."

"I only know that Zorro will draw the letter Z on the bad guys, but is there a thief who cuts off the ears after killing people?" Jack felt that there was more revenge in this case.

After urging the local state police department to speed up the identification of evidence such as fingerprints and footprints, the three returned to Georgia overnight.

The security situation in the "Black Belt" area is comparable to that of the western part of Seres in the 1980s and 1990s. Not only are various vicious cases frequent, but there are also a large number of problems that are hidden or deliberately ignored.

This is the poorest area in the United States. It is so sparsely populated that you may need to drive dozens of miles to find a store, and the distribution of police force is extremely uneven.

For example, the town the three passed by before only has two permanent police officers, which is worse than the former Margrave.

The next morning, the town of Maggrave held a lively celebration. Although the town center, which was originally small, was expanded, it was still packed.

Roscoe organized a float parade and invited a very good carnival team to build various entertainment facilities on the open space outside the town.

This was Jack's first time to participate in this kind of American temple fair. He walked around with a cup of Coke in his hand, and under Hannah's instigation, he helped the children bully the "black-hearted" boss in the shooting game and won a lot of plush toys.

In the end, Alice, the only one who stayed in the police station, called everyone back.

"Any new discoveries?" Jack brought a glass of shaved ice.

Alice bit the straw and turned the laptop screen to him, "I think I have found the suspect."

The photo showed a white man in his 30s. Although his appearance was not very clear, it was enough for the software to capture enough identification points, uh.

Everyone came over. Jack was a little surprised when he saw the running facial recognition program. "I thought the clarity of the parking lot surveillance video was not enough for comparison."

This world is still relatively scientific in some aspects. Poor resolution is poor. It can be sharpened and adjusted, but there is no magical black technology that can turn a pile of mosaics into high-definition photos by using software processing.

Alice seemed very proud. "Yes, but I found a large truck parked opposite the Bodette couple's vehicle through the parking lot video, and then asked the owner of the truck for his dashcam video."

"Well done." Seeing Jubal give a thumbs up, Aubrey next to him also looked proud and proud. I don't know what he was doing.

Although Alice's recognition program was remotely run and calculated by the server in the underground garage of the New York office, due to the amount of data, it would not be possible to get results in a short time.

Just when Jubal suggested that everyone go for a drink to celebrate, Jiejie received another report from the Alabama State Police. Just this morning, a home invasion murder occurred in a small town in Dallas County.

Dallas County is located in the southwest of Alabama. Considering that the cases happened one after another in Alabama, everyone had to temporarily say goodbye to Roscoe and leave Georgia for Montgomery.

Montgomery is the capital city of Alabama and one of the few relatively prosperous cities in the state, with a population of nearly 200,000.

After arriving here, the wanted criminal team split into two groups. Jubal and Alice went to the local office, and Jack and the others continued to head west to Dallas County.

A local FBI agent was already waiting at the crime scene. When everyone arrived, the young white agent was standing in the small garden outside the house, hugging a tree and vomiting.

"Sorry, this is my first time on the scene." Gratefully taking the mineral water handed over by Jiejie, the rookie agent apologized to everyone with shame.

Jack walked into the beautiful little house, and the smell of blood led him directly to the location of the body.

There was a long dining table covered with an embroidered tablecloth in the living room. On the high-back chair at one end of the table was the victim, a somewhat obese old woman, tied with tape.

The throat of the deceased was cut open, and the spray of arterial blood extended to the other end of the table. A large number of flies were flying up and down on it, making a creepy buzzing sound.

Jack's eyes fell on a beautiful English bone china teacup in front of the deceased, which contained a section of cut tongue.

"The postman knocked on the door to no avail, looked inside from the window and immediately called the police. We and the local police station have received your cooperation notice on the murder of the truck driver, so we contacted you directly."

The rookie agent turned pale and covered his mouth, trying to restrain himself from vomiting again.

"You'll get used to it slowly." Clay patted his shoulder and comforted him, "How much do you know about the deceased?"

"Not much." The rookie agent took out a notebook from his pocket and began to read, "The deceased's name is Mary Strong. I asked the postman, and he said she rarely went out and occasionally bought some daily necessities online.

There were almost no signs of rummaging in the house, and the jewelry was in the bedroom. I contacted her son and confirmed that there should be no large amounts of cash in the house."

At this time, Jack's cell phone rang. He opened it and found that it was Cassel who called.

"What happened?" He answered the phone and walked out the door. The great writer knew that he was working on a case in another place, and generally would not take the initiative to disturb him at this time.

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Sure enough, Cassel's voice on the phone seemed a little depressed, "Jack, I think we need your help."

Jack glanced at his teammates who were busy in the room and asked, "Is it urgent?"

"Well, it's not urgent, but I think we are in some big trouble." Cassel lowered his voice, as if he was hiding from someone.

"You mean we, you and Beckett?" Jack vaguely guessed what it was. Alexis had talked to him about her father before, and she had been busy helping Beckett investigate her mother's old case recently.

This is a very long plot line in the original drama, which runs almost throughout the entire series, so Jack has no impression at all. He only remembers that the real murderer behind the scenes seems to be a great man.

"Yes, how long will it take you to get back to New York? I'm a little worried about Beckett's safety." Cassel's voice sounded very worried, and his voice became lower and lower.

"It's hard to say, but I can come back immediately if necessary." Jack guessed that this guy must be secretly calling him, so he didn't ask much and answered readily.

"That's not necessary." Cassel swallowed his saliva and said hesitantly, "I think I may need some advice from you. Things are getting a little wrong, but it's not convenient to say it on the phone."

If he didn't know that this guy was the protagonist, Jack thought that based on this message alone, he would probably have to collect his body when he returned to New York.

"Send me the situation or information, and then contact NYPD Chief Frank Reagan. Don't do anything before I come back, understand?"

It seems that this case needs to be accelerated, Jack thought to himself after hanging up the phone.