Jack glanced at Drex, not wanting to offend this hot-tempered elder, and nodded decisively: "Yes."
Luke: "No signs of other bodies being taken away?"
Jack's eyes moved slightly, but he still shook his head: "There is no evidence to show such signs."
Luke nodded. "Okay, can I go take a look at the bodies of the 18 dead? Well, I'm just going to take a look, I won't do anything."
Jack nodded helplessly: "Let's go, the body is in the forensics department."
In the morgue of the Forensic Department, Luke opened the body bags of the corpses one by one and just looked at the injuries on their bodies.
Finally, he found a body with a small hole in its chest.
He leaned forward to take a closer look for a while, his keen sense of smell working like crazy. He suddenly turned his head and asked Jack beside him: "What's the difference between this person and the other dead?"
Jack: "We suspect that he might be the first victim because his body was right at the door. And according to the Hell's Angels' habit, this man was probably watching at the door of the bar."
Luke: "Have you done any appraisal on the wound on his chest?"
Jack: "Not yet. There are too many bodies."
Luke hummed, “You can check this first.”
Jack: "What did you find?"
Luke extended his index finger and pointed at the hole in the corpse's chest, signaling to Jack: "Do you understand?"
Jack was stunned: "You mean, this hole was poked by someone's finger?"
Luke shrugged. "It could also be a prosthetic limb, or something similar to a finger. At least there's one more direction to look for."
When Jack heard this, he accepted this statement.
Compared to killing with sulfur, it is not surprising to have another suspicious point of killing with a fake hand.
Luke glanced at Drex and said, "Should I tell you here or when I get back?"
Drex was stunned for a moment, looked at Jack beside him, thought for a moment and nodded: "It's fine to say it here, but you haven't said anything outside this door."
Jack's face turned black as he heard this: You two grandfather and grandson are indeed close relatives. You speak so directly in front of me!
Apparently Luke had made other discoveries, so he asked his grandfather directly if he needed to tell Jack.
Drex directly said that it was okay, but he should not admit anything he said after he got out. It was obvious that he wanted Luke to completely distance himself from the case.
Although Jack was complaining in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything.
He had seen Drex in a violent state once when he was young, and had always been afraid of this extremely violent old man.
Even though Drex was old, Jack didn't want to anger him.
"I promise, Luke won't be in any trouble." Jack said.
Looking at Drex's expression, he smiled bitterly and raised his hand to swear: "I swear on the friendship between you and my father."
Drex nodded with satisfaction and signaled to Luke that he could speak.
Luke raised his finger. "First, there should be at least two murderers or accomplices. He is the one who poked the dead man's chest with his finger or a prosthetic hand. Second, if you have connections, it's best to contact the relevant department directly. This case is difficult for ordinary police to solve."
Jack frowned: "You mean..."
Luke: "It means exactly what it says. If you continue investigating, the dangers you may encounter may be beyond your imagination. It is safest to hand it over to professionals."
At this point, he nodded to Drex: "Let's go, Grandpa."
Drex didn't hesitate and turned and left.
Luke told Jack the news for his sake, which was quite considerate of him as an elder.
After getting out and getting in the car, Luke went straight back to the hotel: "Grandpa, this is a bit troublesome. You should take Joseph back to Shackelford directly."
Drex snorted: "No matter who the murderer is, I won't be afraid of them."
Luke sighed, "What if they're not human?"
Drex groaned, "What do you mean?"
Luke: "The hole in the chest of the deceased at the door was not made by a fake hand, but was poked directly by a finger."
Drex frowned: "You didn't see it wrong?"
It is totally unscientific to stick your fingers through someone's chest.
Luke: "No. I've handled a lot of cases and have some knowledge of forensics. I'm definitely not mistaken about that wound."
Drex was silent.
Luke continued, "I have encountered several strange cases this year. The murderer cannot be solved with a gun. The FBI has a special agency to handle these matters. Do you need me to notify them?"
Drex hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "Remind Jack. If possible, give him the phone numbers of those agencies and let him choose for himself."
When we arrived at the hotel, veterinarian Ferreira had already come down with Joseph and the luggage.
He will also return to Shackelford in the same car, so that he can change drivers midway and help Luke keep an eye on Drex.
Before leaving, Drex pulled Luke back and whispered, "Since I'm going back, you don't have to stay here. Go back to Los Angeles directly tonight."
Luke smiled and said, "Then I will also stay in the hotel for one night, at least to make sure you have arrived home."
Drex glared at him helplessly: "Okay, I'll keep my word. I'll call you when I get there tonight."
"Don't rush to drive. I'll get some sleep in advance," Luke said.
Faced with Luke's relentless stare, the stubborn old man felt a little helpless.
If he hadn't caused this incident, Luke wouldn't have flown back from Los Angeles in such a hurry.
This case involves something beyond imagination, and Luke will definitely not let him "seek revenge" here alone.
For the safety of his grandchildren, the old man decisively compromised.
Luke watched them set off and also called a taxi to take them out of the city.
He waited until Drex's Raptor pickup entered the northwest highway and headed for Shackelford before he had the driver turn around and head back to the city.
The taxi had just entered the city a short distance when it heard a series of noises coming from far away, from east to west, rapidly approaching the street where he was.
The next moment, accompanied by a loud bang, the taxi was blown half a circle in the air by a huge air wave, flew backwards, and hit the ground with its top facing down.
"Shxt!" Luke cursed, and his hand quickly opened the car door and jumped out of it in advance.
The taxi hit the ground. He walked a few steps, looked at the dizzy driver and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The driver coughed. "No, I'm fine. What happened?"
Luke listened to him and made sure he was okay.
Wearing a seat belt is a good habit. Even if the car overturns, the driver will basically not be injured.
He got the driver out of the driver's seat, helped him sit down on the side of the road, then found the driver's cell phone from the car, used it to call 911 and explained the situation here.
Then he stuffed the phone and a hundred dollars into the driver's hand and said, "Here's the fare. I've called the police for you, just wait." Then he ran into the alley on the side.