Jack glanced at Drakes, unwilling to offend this hot-tempered elder, and nodded decisively: "Yes."
Luke: "No signs of other corpses being transported?"
Jack's eyes moved slightly, but he still shook his head: "There is no evidence of such a sign."
Luke nodded: "Okay, can I go and see the bodies of the eighteen dead? Well, I'm just looking, I won't get started."
Jack nodded helplessly: "Let's go, the body is in the forensics department."
In the morgue of the forensics department, Luke opened the body bags of the corpses one by one, just looking at their physical injuries.
Finally, he found a corpse with a small hole in its chest.
He leaned over to look carefully for a while, and his keen sense of smell was activated crazily. He suddenly turned his head and asked Jack next to him: "What is the difference between this person and the other dead?"
Jack: "We suspect that he may be the first to die, because his body is right at the door. According to the Hell's Angels' habit, this person is likely to be a watchman at the door of the bar."
Luke: "Have you done an appraisal of the wound on his chest?"
Jack: "Not yet, there are too many corpses."
Luke hummed: "You can check this first."
Jack: "What did you find?"
Luke stretched out an index finger, hovered over the hole in the corpse's chest, and motioned to Jack, "Got it?"
Jack was stunned: "You mean, this hole was poked out with a finger?"
Luke shrugged: "It may also be a prosthetic limb, or something similar to a finger, at least one more query direction."
When Jack heard it, he also accepted this statement.
Compared with killing people with brimstone, it is not surprising that there are more doubts about killing people with fake hands.
Luke glanced at Drakes at this moment: "Should I say it here, or go back?"
Drakes froze for a moment, looked at Jack next to him, and nodded after considering for a moment: "It's fine to say it here, but you haven't said anything outside this door."
Jack's face turned dark when he heard it from the side: You two are really close, and you speak so straight in front of me!
Obviously Luke had other discoveries, so he asked Grandpa directly if he needed to tell Jack.
Drakes directly said yes, but don't admit anything you said after you go out, obviously to let Luke completely disassociate himself from the case.
Although he slandered in his heart, Jack didn't dare to beep.
He had seen Drakes in a berserk state once when he was a child, and he had always been afraid of this ultra-violent old man.
Even though Drakes was old, Jack didn't want to piss him off.
"I promise, Luke won't be in any trouble." Jack said.
Seeing Drake's expression, he smiled wryly and raised his hand to make an oath: "I swear by the friendship between my father and you."
Drakes nodded in satisfaction, and signaled to Luke that it was time to talk.
Luke raised his finger: "First, the murderer or his accomplices should have at least two people. He is the one who poked the chest of the deceased at the door with his fingers or fake hands. Second, if you are related, it is best to directly Find the relevant department, this case is difficult for ordinary police to solve.”
Jack frowned: "You mean..."
Luke: "It means literally. If you continue to investigate, the danger you encounter may be beyond imagination, and it is safest to hand it over to professionals."
Having said that, he nodded to Drakes: "Let's go, Grandpa."
Drake turned and left without hesitation.
For his sake, Luke told Jack the news. Being an elder is quite interesting.
After getting out of the car, Luke went straight back to the hotel: "Grandpa, this matter is a little troublesome, you can take Joseph back to Shackford directly."
Drakes snorted: "No matter who the murderer is, I don't love them."
Luke sighed: "What if they are not human?"
Drake snorted, "What do you mean?"
Luke: "The hole in the chest of the deceased at the door was either made by a fake hand, or poked out with a finger."
Drakes frowned: "You can't read it wrong, right?"
It is completely unscientific to stab someone's chest with a finger.
Luke: "No. I have handled a lot of cases, and I have also dabbled in forensics. I definitely saw the wound correctly."
Drake was silent.
Luke continued: "I have also encountered several weird cases this year. The murderer can't be solved with a gun. The FBI also has a special agency to deal with these things. Do I need to notify them?"
Drakes hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "You remind Jack. If possible, give him the phone numbers of those agencies, and let him choose."
When they arrived at the hotel, the veterinarian Ferreira had already come down with Joseph and his luggage.
He will also return to Shackford in the same car. He can not only change the driver midway, but also help Luke keep an eye on Drex.
Before setting off, Drakes held Luke and said in a low voice, "Since I'm going back, don't stay here, just go back to Los Angeles at night."
Luke smiled and said, "Then I will also stay in the hotel for one night, at least I have to confirm the news of your arrival home."
Drakes gave him a helpless look: "Okay, I'll keep my word, and I'll call you when I arrive tonight."
"Don't worry about driving, I'll go to bed early," Luke said.
Facing Luke's constant stare, the stubborn old man felt a little helpless.
It's not that he made a fuss, and Luke wouldn't fly back from Los Angeles in a hurry.
This case involved something beyond imagination, and Luke would definitely not let him "seek revenge" here alone again.
For the safety of his grandchildren, the old man resolutely compromised.
Luke watched them set off, and also called a taxi to take them all the way out of the city.
He waited until Drakes' Raptor pickup was on the northwest highway toward Shackford before he told the driver to turn around and head back to town.
Not far from the taxi into the city, he heard a series of noises from far to near, from east to west, quickly approaching the street where he was.
The next moment, accompanied by a loud bang, the taxi was blasted by a huge air wave and turned half a circle in the air, then flew upside down, and hit the ground with the top facing down.
"Shxt!" Luke cursed, and quickly opened the car door with his hand, and jumped out of the opened car door ahead of time.
The taxi hit the ground, he walked a few steps, looked at the dizzy driver and asked, "What's uncomfortable?"
The driver coughed: "No, I'm fine. What happened just now?"
Luke listened to him and made sure he was fine.
It is a good habit to wear a seat belt. Even if the car overturns, the driver is basically not injured.
He got the driver out of the driver's seat, helped him to sit on the side of the road, found the driver's cell phone from the car, and used it to call 911 to explain the situation here.
Putting the mobile phone and a hundred dollars into the driver's hand, Luke said, "This is the fare. I'll call the police for you, just wait." Then he sprinted into the side alley middle.